AN:
Let me just start(again) by saying..thank you:) I have NEVER gotten this many reviews, favorites, views, or reviews on any writing on an sites. I want to write my own story, but until I come up with some good idea, I have Fanfiction, and let me say that Fanfiction truly rocks:)
I mean 47 follows? Shit, that's halfway to 100, that's INCREDIBLE.
So sorry bout my slack over the holidays AND these past few weeks. We JUST hurdled over finals and I'm freaking out about my grades and the upcoming sport I'm getting ready to play. My schedule has been crazier than I'd like to admit, but I have a pretty social...thing...going on...yeah...
But anyways...
This chapter WAS supposed to be a Thanksgiving kind of thing...that I never published...oops...
But I will be posting a Thanksgiving chapter, and I will also try to post a Christmas chapter! That especially:)
The chapters will be kind hurried along in time. Right now, it's...I'd want to put it as October for the story, and after the end of this chapter, I'll fast forward to a month after they've started to live together, start of November. Then fast forward to Thanksgiving, and so on and so forth. Hopefully it all flows well and you guys like it. Or something like that...I'm still mapping it out in my head as of now, SCATTERBRAINED.
As a gift to ya'll for the lack of updation, I'll make this as long as possible!
So basically the next few chapters, after this and chapter five, will be set during the holidays. Hopefully that doesn't throw ya'll off too much, and if I don't update as often, MESSAGE ME. It goes straight to my email, so I see EVERY message sent to me.
Speaking of messaging; BIG, and I mean HUGE shout out to user bekahleck who messages me frequently regarding the story and is super supportive. We also share the same birthday, which I found out the day of, which is AWESOME, so Happy Belated Birthday Bekah! :)
Also shoutout to my friend Nat, who is the only person who knows me personally and reads the story. Love ya Nat!
Oh! Regarding the '*' in the story, that's a line I borrowed/adjusted from a fellow author on the site from one of her fanfics. It made me laugh SO hard, and I could totally see Loki using it against Rebekah, so shoutout to author: jez7684 - YOU ROCK!
There's one thing announced in this chapter that will pop back up in a future chapter. The idea sprang to life in my head and I just had to put it in.
Also, look for a funny television show reference in here. It's from a tv show that's no longer running. See if you catch it:)
Continue:)
Oh yeah...Happy Belated Holidays and New Year! :)
Rebekah's POV
It took us a few minutes to reach the main lobby. Within that time frame though, Tony and I had tried multiple attempts of annoying each other. And not verbally this time.
Physically.
Nat had to push the two of us apart every few seconds because we kept slapping, poking, flicking, spanking, and blowing on each other.
Right before we reached the lobby, we made eye contact, and for some reason, we got the same idea. Reaching behind Nat, I flicked Tony's ear. Tony made a fake noise of pain.
"FURY!" Tony whined. "BEKAH HIT ME." Fury didn't flinch.
"No I didn't." I said innocently. A few seconds of silence passed. I scooted closer to Tony, poking his side.
"SHE'S TOUCHING ME!" Tony whined again.
I pushed my hand to his face. "No I'm not."
"TOUCHING ME."
"AM NOT."
"ARE TOO! STOP LOOKING AT ME." I blew on his ear. "SHE BREATHED ON ME."
I stuck my tongue out at him. "Na na na na, naaaa naaaa." I chanted.
Fury let out a sigh of irritation. "I swear, you're both twelve year-olds."
Tony and I grinned, earning a few giggles from the rest of the Avengers.
"You guys like this all the time?" Steve asked. Barton snorted. "More often than not."
"The longer together we are, the worse it gets." Tony interjected.
"It's like...we're trying to outweird each other." I said with a laugh. Tony himself let out a snort of humor.
"Please. We all know you're much weirder than I am."
"Says the guy with a machine in his chest." I countered.
"There are plenty of people in the world with machines in their chests. Maybe not quite like mine, but they do. They're called
pacemakers." Tony pointed out.
I rolled my eyes, suddenly thinking of something better. "Fine. Says the guy with Batman boxers." I corrected.
Instantaneously, everyone but Tony exploded into laughter. Even Fury cracked a grin. Tony's face was red as he grumbled, "That was ONE time."
"Sure it was." I said, dragging out my words.
"It was!"
"Then tell me you don't still have them." Tony opened his mouth, then shut it quickly, cheeks flaming. That earned another laugh. Fury then cleared his throat, bringing us back to being slightly serious.
"Alright, alright...enough games. Let's go meet Doctor Banner." Fury said, strides longer now. A few moments later and we reached the common lobby area, where the front doors were. Tony and I were still flicking each other.
A man with dark hair and glasses stood near the door, looking down at the phone in his hand, a duffel in the other.
"Doctor Banner!" Fury called. The man looked up from his phone and gave a nod and small smile.
"Director Fury." he acknowledged, waving slightly. "Hey guys."
"Hey Doc." Tony said. As he said it, I flicked his ear again. Without warning, Tony whirled around and jabbed his fingers into my sides.
"OWW!" I yelled. "Jerk!"
"Don't flick my ear." Tony snickered. "Hypocrite." I muttered back.
"Takes one to know one." Tony retorted. I merely stuck my tongue out at him again.
"I see Rebekah's here?" Bruce commented.
I smiled. "How are you Bruce?"
"Good. I'm good." He smiled back.
After the attack on New York, Bruce spent a couple months with Tony until he helped Bruce find a good job setup and living space. I coincidentally happened to be spending a week at Tony's house for family time. I got to hang out with Tony and Bruce, and we became buddies for the week.
"I'm gonna assume everyone's good for the most part?" Bruce asked. Everyone nodded.
"Guess who's back..." Steve muttered.
"Loki?" Banner suggested.
"Of whom has done no harm yet." Thor grumbled.
"Except cause havoc to a small village..." Tony muttered.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh would you lay off?"
He looked at me. "And why would I do that?"
"Tony, c'mon. He hasn't done anything yet. We're not sure he even will. Let it go. It's actually starting to get annoying."
His eyes narrowed. "You mean like this?" He reached over and pinched my cheek.
"Hey!" I yelled, as he ducked under my swinging arm. He took a few steps away from me, back turned. I leaped forward, tackling his back. "Gotcha now!"
"Get off me you hairy monkey!" Tony yelled. Everyone just kind of stared, taking in the oddity of our weird relationship. He shoved me off and I fell down, right into Steve.
"Sorry Cap!" I yelped, blushing as I leapt up from his lap. I helped him to stand, and he just gave me a small smile.
"It's alright." He said. "Nothing wrong with a little horsing around." I grinned.
"Glad to know you think that, cause it never stops with us." Steve just laughed.
"Alright, enough play. Banner, Romanov, Barton, you're with me. I need to fully debrief you all. Meanwhile the rest of you.." He looked at us expectantly. "Behave." I giggled.
"Fury...when ever have I not?" I asked, repeating myself from yesterday. Fury sighed, shaking his head, "We're not going to answer that one again." He turned, leading the three Avengers down a hallway to a conference room.
I groaned spinning in a circle as I stared up at the ceiling. "Well now I'm bored."
"What shall we do for entertainment?" Thor asked.
"Well, we could run around pulling pranks." Tony suggested. I laughed and nodded. "We could."
"How much trouble could we cause just from that?" Steve asked.
"Depends on how pissed Fury is later." I said, thinking. Suddenly, lightening struck and an idea erupted from my thoughts. "Hide and seek!"
The three men gave me a funny look. I rolled my eyes. "Yes, it's childish, but it passes major time, and it could be fun."
Steve shrugged. "I'm game." Thor nodded. "As am I." We looked at Tony.
He gave a large grin. "Ah, what the hell!"
"Great! Hey, how about I go get Loki?" I suggested, a grin on my lips. That sentence made all three of them freeze.
"Hell no." Tony grumbled. I groaned. "Oh come ON. Just one game? He can't hurt us, at least not with magic." I pointed out.
"But he can in other ways." Steve said.
"He's probably a lot stronger than you, too." I flicked my eyes over to my uncle as he spoke.
"Oh what? Just because I'm a girl means I can't take on a strong male?" I questioned, hands on my hips.
"Well, in a sense, yes. You're puny." Tony snarked. Tilting my head, I walked over to my uncle and grabbed him by the arm, pulling it backwards before I flipped him over and onto his back on the floor. He barely had time to react, so by the time he hit the floor, he realized his mistake.
"Point made!" He grunted from the floor, finger pointed in the air.
I nodded. "I'm gonna go get Loki. Meet at the track." I turned and ran down the nearest hallway, towards Loki's cell.
Loki's POV
I paced in my cell, back in the loose, black clothing the blonde had given me, thinking back to a mere hour ago when I was forced into a suit and pictures. And by forced, I do mean forced. Fury sent in a few men to toss me clothing and watch me change before leading me to a woman who washed my face and combed my hair. She kept grumbling about how unkempt I was. I had half a thought to throw her aside with all the asinine comments she made, but I resisted with the knowledge that it wouldn't do me justice.
The suit was quite uncomfortable. The Iron Man, Stark, seemed to relish the way I squirmed under the light of the cameras, under the control of S.H.I.E.L.D. But once Rebekah stepped out, the relish vanished and his defenses kicked in. Rebekah had stepped out in a pure white dress, the skirt large and curling with fabric. The bodice was tight fitting, like a second skin to her. Her hair fell in ringlets behind her back and over her shoulders, a braid cascading down the crown of her head. Her makeup was simple, but made her look pretty.
While I despised everyone in that room, I thought the Rebekah girl looked quite attractive. And I used that to my advantage, when I riled up Stark. The look on his face when I kissed Rebekah's skin: priceless.
Literal anger and fury. In fact, Director Fury also looked quite peeved, along with every other person in the room. Good. Let them be angry. Let them feel how I do.
Rebekah, although flushed. didn't seem to fazed by my actions. In fact, other than the minimal stuttering and blushing, she was relatively calm.
No sooner had I thought of the girl when she burst through the doorway of the room, running over to the keypad and pressing the buttons that opened my cell. I raised my eyebrow at her.
She walked into the cell and grabbed me by the arm. By reflex, I snatched my hand away and gave her a hard glare. She merely rolled her eyes.
"Sheesh grumpy pants. What crawled up your ass and died?" She asked.
"I don't know. Care to take a look?" I quipped.
She snorted, rolling her eyes. "You wish."
"We both know you want to."
"In your dreams."
"Reality actually."
"Oh get up and come with me would you?"
"No, I will not."
"Why not?"
"Because I do not want to."
"Someone's being an ass today."
"And how exactly am I an ass? Clearly you like my ass much more than you'd care to admit, seeing as how badly you want me to get up and come with you." *
Her eyes widened as she let out an utterly non-classy giggle. "Again, you wish." she repeated. "Now stop being so touchy and come on!" She grabbed at my hand again and yet again I snatched it away, feeling shivers up my arm. I was getting tired of the touching, for now, and my teasing mood went sour within seconds of her hand on mine.
"Unhand me wench!" I yelled, stepping back from her. She turned fully towards me, head tilted.
"Bipolar much? Just a day ago you were calm and complying and this morning you were more than complying."
My eyes narrowed on her. "Yesterday, I was not in my right frame of mind. You're lucky I did not strike you. I despise human touch."
"Liar."
"You dare call me a liar?" I shouted, standing up and towering over her.
She smirked. "I ain't calling you a truther." My brows knit in confusion. The girl merely rolled her eyes.
Look here brat, I'm trying to let you get a chance to relax and have fun. Lighten up would you?" She crossed her arms, glaring up at me. I myself felt my head tilt as I looked at her.
"And what exactly are we to do for 'fun'?" I asked.
She grinned, eyebrows curved upwards, her eyes smirking at me through her thick eyelashes. "Hide and seek." I rolled my eyes dismissively. "Tis a child's game!" She nodded.
"Well yeah, but think of it this way, you get to escape the cell for a little." She pointed out, returning her hands to her side.
"And what exactly prompted you to come up with this outlandish idea?" I asked her. She groaned in irritation. "I. Am. Bored. Me, Tony, Steve, and Thor are so bored. I suggested the game, and they agreed...surprisingly."
"And who exactly decided I should join?"
"Me." I stared at her, puzzled.
"You?" I questioned. She nodded. "Me."
"So? You coming?" She gestured the the door.
I thought about this. I had a few opportunities. One, relieve my stiff limbs. I'd been lying in the cell all day with the exception of the photo shoot, bored out of my mind. An idea suddenly sparked in my head. If I had the opportunity, I should mess with the arrogant blonde standing before me. I almost grinned.
Shrugging I stepped forward and followed her out of the cell, down the hall to the track. Little did I know that I'd get the chance to mess with her quite soon...
40 Minutes Later...
Loki's POV
"I can't believe this..." Rebekah murmured, peering out from our hiding spot, searching the corridor for Tony, Steve, and Thor. "It's been thirty minutes now and they haven't found us yet."
Rebekah had dragged me down multiple winding hallways, and into a storage room within the fraction of two minutes. She checked the hallway carefully every time she thought she heard a sound.
"Perhaps they've given up." I said, rolling my eyes. She snorted.
"Tony doesn't give up that easy." She said. "Trust me."
"Well, then how haven't they found us yet? I asked snarkily.
She sighed, opening the closet door a little wider, looking further out. I grinned, seeing an opportunity to mess with her. Right as Rebekah turned to face me, I shoved her out the door, slamming it shut behind her, pressing my weight against it so she couldn't get back in.
"LOKI!" She yelled, banging on the door. "Let me in!" She shoved the door multiple times, slamming her fist into it harder each time.
"Hmm.." I murmured, grinning still. "No."
"C'mon, really?" She whined. "Let me in!" I heard her take a few steps back, then ram into the door once again.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." I scolded from the inside. "How rude Rebekah. The poor door did you no harm. How would you like it if someone banged you multiple times?" She was silent a moment before sputtering,
"Cute. Now let me in!"
"I heard her! C'mon!" Faintly, I heard Tony's voice from a distance, and Rebekah's gasp of surprise.
"Loki. I'm not kidding. Let me back in!" She growled. "They're coming! They're gonna find me!"
"But if I do that, it means you'll loose. And I do love it when the good guys loose." I smirked, eyes glittering with glee.
She sighed clearly agitated, pressed up against the door. "Loki, I swear to God I'll-" she was cut off as I swung the door open, causing her to trip forward. I pushed my arms out to catch her, bringing her up close to me whispering, "You'll do what?" Rebekah flushed a dark pink, before pushing me away, closing the door quickly and grabbing my hand and leading me to the back of the closet, where, conveniently, a large, rusty, old locker lay.
"Hop in!" She ordered.
"We'll never fit!" I snarled. She shot me daggers in the form of a glare.
"We will if you hurry you ass up!" She hissed as we heard Tony yell, "I think they're in here!" I clambered in hastily, watching her pull herself up and in as well. She basically crashed into me, her chest to mine, scrambling for the door. I pulled her back a little and reached for the metal door, swiftly and silently closing it just as Tony and the other two Avengers beside him opened the door.
Tony's face was one of confusion. "I could have sworn..." He muttered. Rebekah giggled softly in the dark of the locker, turning her head to peer out of the air vents at the top.
"I don't think they're in here Stark." Captain America said, arms crossed.
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock." Stark muttered, turning and rolling his eyes at the uniform-clad man.
"Then where could she be, if not in here?" Thor asked.
"Maybe Loki did something to her?" Steve suggested. I glowered to myself in the dark locker, and shifted as if to jump out and verbally attack the man in blue. But a hand stopped me. I looked down, seeing Rebekah's sea-blue eyes in the dimness of the locker, basically ordering me not to start drama. I glared at her before leaning back into my natural position, crouched right beneath her.
"Loki would not harm her." Thor growled to Steve.
"Man, you're really protective of your brother, aren't you?" Steve asked.
Thor ignored him. "Loki may have been cruel in the past, but he has good in his heart. He will not hurt her."
I watched through the small cuts in the metal door as Steve shifted, looking to Stark. "What now?"
We watched as Tony walked towards our direction. The girl's head was up near the opening, and was almost where Tony could see her. I suddenly gripped her by the small of her back and pulled her down, completely atop me, her body flush with mine.
"What the hell?" She hissed with flushed cheeks, trying to escape the grip of my arms.
"He would've seen you, stop squirming." I snapped quietly. She stopped, now loose in my arms. We waited a moment, breathing heavily in anxiety as we waited for what was next. We were relieved when the Iron Soldier spoke up.
"Let's go check the mat room." Stark suggested. We listened as he turned and walked to the door, my brother and the soldier following behind him. The door closed. Silence.
We waited a few moments in silence, being sure that they were fully gone. Rebekah let out a sigh of relief.
"That was close!" She breathed. I nodded in agreement, stretching my neck.
She suddenly let out a laugh. "What?" I asked.
"I didn't realize the amount of space in here was this small." She said. I noticed this as well, seeing how close she was to me. Her blonde hair brushed the edge of my cheek softly as she moved. I inhaled, taking in the sweet smell she gave off. It was sweet, yet spicy at the same time. It was almost...soothing. She shifted awkwardly, her chest pressed to me, arms on either side of me, her breathing erratic and off-beat.
"Yes." I said. "Quite...cramped." An awkward silence filled the air. She turned her head back to me, looking me straight in the eye.
"You have an interesting file." She commented.
"Oh?" I asked.
"Yeah, lots in there. New York, things before that, etcetera."
"No surprising."
"Why's that?"
"I'm not exactly the epitome of a hero or upstanding citizen am I? I'm ruthless and cruel. I degrade and kill others. I have no heart, or so I'm told."
"If that's the case.." Rebekah spoke. "Then why haven't you done anything here yet?"
I was silent.
"You gonna answer that?" I didn't.
She cleared her throat, moving off me to open the door of the locker, jumping out, away from me. "Well, let's go. We won, so we might as well show ourselves."
I followed after her, to the closet door. She opened it, revealing non-other than the three Avengers playing along, along with Romanov, Barton, Banner, and Fury .
Rebekah's face was one of shock.
Tony glared, eyes hard and fixed on me. "Rebecca. How are you?"
"But...I swear...TONY." She growled. "How?"
"You really thought I didn't see the locker in the back corner? I could basically hear you breathing."
"Bull."
"Yeah, Jarvis detected you actually. Body heat tracking." He kept his glare on me.
Rebekah slapped his arm playfully. "Cheater! That's totally cheating!"
"Was't in the rules, was it?" Tony asked. Rebekah went to answer, then shut her mouth, glaring at her glaring uncle. "That's what I thought!" Rebekah rolled her eyes, continuing to watch him glare, seeing it fixed on me.
"Why are you glaring at him?" She asked.
I looked down at Tony's hands, which were clenched into fists, almost as if he were trying to keep control of himself.
"The heat sensor shows your bodies. The forms of you. I saw you both, and let me tell you, I didn't like it one bit."
Rebekah's features fell, laced suddenly with irritation.
"Tony, it was cramped in there, we didn't really have much leg room to be separate from each other."
"He had his hands on you."
"Not with harmful intentions in mind!" She snapped back. "It was nowhere near assault or romance."
"He shouldn't have touched you at all."
"Tony-"
"No. He's a criminal, Beks. We shouldn't have even asked him to play. It was a stupid decision."
"It was fine, Tony." She groaned, arms crossed now.
"No. It was not." Tony replied, angry. "If I see his hands on you again, I'll chop them off."
"They're not going to be on me, but you need to understand that he-"
"No." Rebekah's face was red, heating up in anger. "There's nothing to-"
"You know what," Rebekah snapped. "I'm going to stop talking to you, because you've interrupted me twice now, and you're overreacting."
"Nat...what time is it?" She asked, turning to the other woman.
Natalia Romanov checked the handheld device in her hand. "Five-forty, why?"
Rebekah sighed. "Come with me. I need help to get ready." She said, reaching for the scarlet haired woman.
"Ready for what?" Tony asked, turning to her fully.
"Nothing, just a meeting."
"Whatever happened to not talking to me?" Tony growled. Rebekah just rolled her eyes. "With who?" Tony asked, arms folded across his chest.
"No one important."
"With who?" Tony asked again.
Rebekah sighed, severely irritated now. "Ryan Jacobsen, Tony. That's who."
"So a date?"
She glared at him. "Don't you have something better to do than play twenty questions with me?"
"Yes. I get to talk to this boy before you're alone with him." Tony stated, arms crossed.
"Tony," Natasha started, but Rebekah interrupted her.
"Uncle Tony, I'm not sixteen anymore. I'm twenty-four. I can handle myself. And he's not a boy, he's a twenty-six year old agent who works with me. It's not some punk from my high school."
"So you like him?" Tony accused.
The blonde sighed, shaking her head. "No Tony, but he is a sweet guy and I'd like not to look disheveled and would prefer to be dressed nicer than this for dinner. I may not be romantically interested in him, but that doesn't mean I don't want to make a good impression." She took a breath, spinning on her heel and walking down the hall, Natasha following behind her.
Fury coughed, breaking the silence that followed Rebekah's statement. "Don't worry about it Stark. Jacobsen is a respectable man. He won't harm her in any way." Fury's gazed switched to me. "Can't say the same for others, however. Time to go."
"Guess that means we're taking you back to your cell buddy." Tony said, pushing me forward roughly, while giving a sigh and glance towards the direction his niece had gone.
I growled at him, looking to Fury.
"What? No dinner?" I snarked.
Fury's eyes narrowed. "Really wanna ask me that?"
I held my head high. "I do."
"Just let my brother eat. No point in depriving him of food. It'll only make him more unbearable and likely to complain." Thor input.
Fury looked me up and down. "Dinner isn't served for another twenty minutes, but we might as well take you over there."
Tony sighed. "Change of plans I guess. I'm hungry anyways."
"Sure you are." I said quietly.
"I heard that." Tony snapped.
"Sure you did."
"Shut up Rock of Ages."
Rebekah's POV
I stormed down the hallway, irritated with my Uncle's incompetence.
"Beks." Nat spoke from behind me and I turned to her, stopping suddenly. "You know he means well."
I looked at her before sighing. "I know...but it just irritates me that he thinks he can get involved with every boy interested in me! I'm twenty-four years old for God's sake! I can take care of myself. Not to mention the whole Loki thing! I didn't know he was gonna do that!"
"Oh he knows that hun." Nat spoke gently, careful not to push any buttons. "But he, as your Uncle and part-time guardian, cares about your welfare with any man. Bet you money he gives a death threat to your future fiancee when you first announce it. Bet you money." She laid a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it softly. "He loves you sweetheart. You're the daughter he never had, the daughter of his sister. You know he means well."
I sighed again. "Yeah. I do. And I shouldn't be getting do frustrated. These past few months have been...well...you know. I was just glad to get pulled back into the social world again when Ryan asked me, and when Tony butted in I got confrontational."
Nat smiled, squeezing my shoulder again and I reached up, placing my hand on hers. "The important thing, is that he loves his little niece, and you love your big uncle."
I smiled back, squeezing her hand. When I returned my hand to my side, my gaze settled upon Natasha's left hand. On her ring finger, she wore a platinum band. Her left hand, left ring finger!
"Nat..." I said softly, picking her hand up. "What's this?" I looked to her to see a large grin on her face.
"Well...you know how Clint and I came back from a mission today?" That's all I needed to hear before practically screaming,
"OH MY GOD!" Nat laughed, watching as my hands flew over my mouth in shock. "NO!"
She smiled. "Yeah."
"Natasha! You're getting MARRIED?!" I exclaimed.
"That I am Beks. And I'm hoping you'll be my maid of honor?"
"I-I...Nat...I-I'd love to!" I blubbered, tears forming in my eyes. I stepped forward, tears streaming down my face. "I'm so happy for you!" I whispered, hugging my best friend tightly.
"Thank you." She said, hugging me back. "C'mon, let's get you ready. You can ask me all your questions during." We linked arms and continued down the hallway towards my room.
"So...when is it?"I asked eagerly.
"Spring." She answered, unable to loose her smile. "We're thinking March or April. A season for new beginnings, symbolizing our new life together. Cheesy?"
I shook my head. "Perfect. Ultimately perfect. Do you have any colors designated or anything?"
Nat looked forward, almost a faraway look in her eyes.
"Well...you know I've never been the girl who's been fantasizing and dreaming about a wedding since I was little...but I do have a few ideas."
We'd reached my bedroom door, and I opened it as she continued.
"I asked him what he thought of pastels or dark colors. Maybe a pastel turquoise for the bridesmaids dresses, and brown for the groomsmen. Or maroon and black. I told him I'd ask you as well, but he really liked the first option."
"I'm with Barton. But it's your wedding too Nat. Which do you like more?" I asked as I pulled the zipper one of many duffels open, tossing my flats on top. Nat was silent for a moment before replying.
"Pastel turquoise and brown. I think those would look best."
I rummaged through my bag until I found a long-sleeved, dark green sweater dress, and knee-high, dark brown leather boots. This should work.
"And besides me, who all are your bridesmaids and Clint's groomsmen?"
Nat sighed. "Well I thought of asking Jane Foster, Thor's girlfriend, if she was willing, and Pepper too. They're sweet women, and hopefully they'll say yes. I'd hate to have an empty line, believe it or not."
"And Clint?" Natasha laughed as I pulled off my previous clothing, replacing it with the dress and boots. The sleeves slid down my arms, soft and warm.
"Clint will definitely have a full line behind him, his problem is picking a Best Man."
I snorted as I straightened out my dress. "What, Fury not on his list?" Natasha let out a severely unclassy giggle, looking amused
"Actually...Clint thought of asking Nick if he'd be the one to carry out the ceremony and marry the two of us." I just about doubled over, having to lean on a wall for support, that's how hard I was laughing.
"Nick...hah aha...the one..hah...to marry you?" I spit out. Natasha let out a stream of giggles nodding, which only made me laugh hard.
"Oh...oh man! I'd pay to see Barton ask him." I snickered, pulling myself together and going to sit on the bed next to her.
Natasha grinned. "I'm gonna plant a camera on Clint and videotape him doing so."
My eyes widened in amusement. "Now that's what I'm talking about. But what's his deal with picking the Best Man?"
Nat fell backwards onto the bed, and I followed suit, lying next to her.
"He doesn't know who to pick. He's asking Tony, Steve, Thor, and Bruce all to be his groomsmen, he just doesn't know who to pick. He's actually torn between Tony and Steve. He's leaning towards Steve though, because they've been hanging and having 'guy time' when we're all not on missions. They've gotten to the point of being pretty close."
"Then tell him if feels Steve should be it.." I said, pulling a compact from my bag, reapplying some cover up under my eyes. I closed the compact, blending in the concealer with a warm finger. "Then he should go for Steve. Tony won't mind, and he'll want to walk in with Pepper, just like how Thor will most likely want to walk in with Jane. Plus, Steve is a nice guy from what I've seen the past few days, I won't mind walking in with him. That is, if that's how you're having it done?"
She nodded. "Hold still. She got up, walking over to crouch down and adjust the buckles on my boots. "There."
"Thanks." I said with a smile. She nodded, motioning to the door. We stepped out and I closed the door behind me, linking arms with her as we leaned up against the wall.
"And we're inviting the S.H.I.E.L.D/ core and everything...and I have to figure out how to plan with all the missions going on..." She looked sad, as if she wouldn't be able to plan for the upcoming day..the day that would be the best day of her life. Suddenly...I was struck with an idea.
"Nat..." I said. She looked at me, a questioning gaze on her face. "Tell you what. My mission currently, the Loki mission. I'll be stuck in a house all day, every with him for the next few months. It's most likely that I won't be spending all day with him. Why don't you send me everything you want over the next couple months, and I'll plan it for you. I know you and Clint have a lot coming up, what with a new mission I have no doubt Fury will send you on now that you're back. Let me plan. I can take care of everything, relieve some stress of yours. What do you say?"
I could see tears forming at the corners of her eyes. She smiled. "I would love that Beks. Thank you." She pulled me into a hug laughing, "Glad I made you Maid of Honor." I laughed back, leaning back into the wall with her.
"Hey, what are best friends for?"
"Wedding planning, apparently." Nat giggled.
"Rebekah?" A voice asked. Natasha and I both turned to see none other than Ryan Jacobsen, decked out in his S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform. A dark suit slimming his slender but muscled frame, dress shoes on his feet. His dark hair was mussed and curled at the tips. He looked quite cute to be honest.
"Oh Ryan. Hey." I said with a smile, giving a little wave.
"You ready for some dinner?" He asked? I nodded, looking to Nat.
"Go on. I'll talk to you later, gotta find Clint and tell him everything." I smiled at her. "You do that!" I called as she turned to sprint down the hallway, most likely to her and Clint's bedroom.
Ryan extended a hand to me. "Shall we?" I smiled, linking arms with him. "We shall."
Ryan walked me down the corridor and through the main lobby until we reached the restaurant for S.H.I.L.D. agents to go to whenever. Tables were scattered across the large room, and at the back were rows upon rows of buffet serving carts.
"C'mon, I'll pay." Ryan said, leading me to the carts decked out with delicious looking food.
We walked up to the cashier at her little stand, Ryan handing her the money before dragging me to the first cart excitedly.
I began to load food onto my plate, starting with Chinese food. Orange chicken, chow mien, fried rice, Mongolian beef and firecracker chicken, I loaded all spicy meats onto my plate, my mouth watering.
"Got enough meat there?" Ryan asked from beside me, chuckling.
I shrugged. "What can I say? I love meat." I said, reaching for a bunch of grapes. I looked down at his plate to see it deckered with chicken strips and fries.
"C'mon, drinks are this way." He pointed out. We retrieved two glasses of water before walking over to a table to sit.
"Bon appetite!" I said in a french accent. Ryan chuckled, ripping a chicken strip in half before dunking it in ranch, popping the food into his mouth. I gingerly shoved a ball of orange chicken into my mouth, savoring the chewiness of the spicy meat.
"So." Ryan said, watching me stick some chow mien into my maw. I blushed sheepishly when I saw his gaze locked on me. "Your mission. I hear it has to do with the Asgardian Warlord?" I stopped my fork where is hovered over my plate, bits of rice dropping back onto my plate. I set the fork down, taking a sip of water before replying to his statement.
"He's not a warlord. Just a sort of minimal criminal is all." I said, toying with the napkin next to me.
"Isn't he the one who launched the attack on New York?" Ryan asked. My eyes swiveled up and locked gazes with his own dark brown irises.
"Yes."
"So...he's not a minimal criminal."
"At the moment, he is. He poses no threat to us as of right now," I said, trying to drop the subject of my mission.
Ryan's eyes narrowed. "If that's the case, why do they keep him in a high facilitated and secure cell?"
I didn't respond.
"You forget, I'm one of the top agents here. Not to mention, almost everyone in the building has read his file, that's how dangerous he's considered to be right now."
"Yes, Fury is classifying him as dangerous. But I personally don't find him as much of a threat as Fury perhaps does. He's just a person like the rest of us."
"But he killed thousands of people."
"Yes."
"So he's the bad guy. The criminal. You're not to supposed to be sorry for him." Ryan pointed out.
"Oh I'm well aware."
Ryan sighed. "Then why don'y you stop defending him?"
"Because he deserves sympathy."
"Rebekah, he's a raging, murderous, psychopath."
"Exactly." I said. "Rage. He's angry. Angry people do stupid things. I know that doesn't justify the actions he's made, but that doesn't mean that he deserves to be treated like garbage here. Trust me when I say I don't agree with his whole world domination fix."
Ryan just looked at me, dumbfounded.
"Man you're somethin." He said, giving me an affectionate look, which I did not return.
"That something, is my niece Mr. Jacobsen."
Tony...oh dear God...
"M-Mr. Stark! Pleasure to meet you sir." Ryan jumped up, shaking my Uncle's hang vigorously.
"Loose, wild handshake." Tony muttered. "Huh...interesting."
"What was that Mr. Stark?" Ryan asked.
"Nothing kid, sit the hell down." Tony's gaze flickered to me. "Hey Spitfire. Go sit with Rock of Ages over there for a little bit.
"Sorry?" I asked, clearly confused.
"Loki." My Uncle reiterated.
"Why?" I asked, arms folded.
My uncle made that face he always makes when he's annoyed. "Just do it. I'd rather not start another argument right now."
I looked at him before standing. "Fine, I'll humor you." I looked at Ryan, mouthing a 'sorry' as I walked in the direction my uncle seemed to have come. I scanned the tables, then seeing Loki sitting alone with a plate of food, which was currently being stuffed into his mouth.
I walked over and stood in front of him. He looked up, a fork full of mashed potatoes halfway to his mouth.
"Hey." I said.
"What do you want?" Loki snapped, returning to shove food into his mouth.
"Well hello there to you too Rebekah, how are you? Don't mind me, I'm just sitting here being an ass." I said, sitting down across from him. He was literally wolfing down the large quantity of food on his plate. Realization struck me hard. "They don't feed you do they?"
Loki stopped. He finished chewing and raised his head up to look at me.
"What's it to you?" He asked.
"I just want to know. When's the last time they fed you?" I asked.
"It does not matter. Especially to you." Loki snarled. I glared, pulling the plate of food out from under his face. Loki's eyes gleamed with rage, boring right into mine. I felt a shudder pass through me as I stared into his eyes, the emerald hues captivating me momentarily. They were so green. Dark and bright green irises that shone within themselves. Beautiful and...familiar? Had I seen his eyes before?
"Give me my food, wench." Loki demanded, snapping me out of my train of thought.
"Not until you tell me when last you ate, you snot." Loki glared at me harder now before sighing.
"The meal you brought me is the last thing I have eaten." He admitted. When my eyes widened in shock, Loki snatched the plate back to himself.
"Loki, that was more than a day and a half ago."
"Your point being what exactly, wench?"
"You shouldn't be okay with it."
"I am a prisoner who's powers have been stripped from him. What else can I do?" He returned to eating and I watched him with silent eyes.
"Loki..." I said placing a hand of my own over his.
"Alright I'm done." Tony's voice made me look up, my hand retreating from his.
"What did you say?" I asked.
Tony grumbled quietly to himself before he answered me, eyes avoiding looking right at me. "Well...I uh...gave him permission to date you continuously, if that's where you wanted it to go. But I told him not to be too overbearing, because he doesn't know if you feel the same way." I looked at my Uncle, thoughts swirling around on how to process what he'd said.
"Uh...thanks."
"You can get back to your date now, I think Jonathon over there got the message. I stood, facing my uncle.
"Jacobsen, and quick question."
"Yeah?"
I motioned to Loki, still eating his food. "Why doesn't he get three meals a day?"
Tony sighed, and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Look, Beks...you know he's a criminal..."
"Yes I do."
"And he's more dangerous than anyone here. No one else here can match up to the horrors he caused." I looked at him in a way, that made me seem angry. And I was angry. I saw red.
"Really? Because Antonio Verona wasn't monsterous at all? Antonio Verona didn't take any innocence from me or other innocent women and children? He...he didn't call creatures from hell to kill innocent men and their families. Hell, guess we can't quite match him up to Loki now can we? He's nowhere near that level obviously!"
My voice had risen, and other agents had noticed, quieting down a bit as they did.
"Loki may have ordered the attack on New York. And it was wrong. Wronger than wrong. But Antonio Verona is just as black hearted. No...he's more black hearted. He doesn't show mercy, Loki at least has the decency to do that." Loki's eyes were plastered to me, listening to my words. "Verona didn't think twice about killing the women and children he took captive. Nor did he care about...ripping the innocence and purity of them either...he...he..." Tears formed in my eyes, threatening to spill.
Tony's eyes softened. "Beks..." He reached a hand out to me, but I recoiled from his touch, taking a step away from him.
"We're done with this conversation. I'm sorry, just..." I turned away, tears falling as I walked to my and Ryan's table.
"Rebekah?" Ryan asked, concerned at seeing my tear-stained face.
"I'm fine. Look Ryan, I hate to be rude, but this night just isn't working out. I'm sorry, I am. I didn't mean for it to end this way." I said hurriedly.
Ryan merely smiled. "It's totally fine. I understand." I turned to leave, when Ryan grabbed my arm.
He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on my cheek. "Good luck on your mission Matthews." I smiled, "Thanks." before rushing out of the room.
Tony's POV
I watched as tears fell from the blue eyes of my niece. Something inside her had snapped, letting out a torrent of anger and pain.
"Loki may have ordered the attack on New York. And it was wrong. Wronger than wrong. But Antonio Verona is just as black hearted. No...he's more black hearted. He doesn't show mercy, Loki at least has the decency to do that." Her voice quivered. "Verona didn't think twice about killing the women and children he took captive. Nor did he care about...ripping the innocence and purity of them either...he...he..." She stuttered at the end, tears on the brink of falling.
"Beks..." I said softly, reaching out to her. She grimaced and stepped back, away from me.
"We're done with this conversation. I'm sorry, just..." She turned and walked back over to Ryan, speaking to him momentarily. He smiled at her, nodding. She went to leave, when the Ryan man grabbed her by the forearm and planted a kiss on her cheek, saying something before letting her go. She dashed out of the room, careful to duck out of others' way.
I stood still in the dining hall, dumbfounded and angry.
"Nothing to say Tin Man?" Loki asked me from behind. I whirled on him, curling my hand around his throat.
"Don't." I threatened. I shoved him into his chair, releasing him and dashing out the way Bekah had went.
I'm not leaving her to be alone this time!
For a few minutes, I ran around blindly, unsure of where she had gone. I ran and ran and ran, finally stopping in the middle of an empty hallway, panting and out of breath.
Where is she!?
And that's when I heard it. Crying. Soft wails coming from nearby. I looked back to see a storage closet, the door slightly ajar. The sobs were coming from there.
I tentatively approached the door, pushing it further open.
There, curled up in the corner was my little niece. Her face in her arms, sobs wracking her entire body. I shut the door softly, as so not to cause too much noise. It didn't matter, Bekah heard it anyway. She looked up, eyes red from crying.
"Beks..." I said, walking over to her. "I'm sorry." She stared at me for a moment before leaping to her feet, her arms swallowing me in an affectionate hug.
"It's still with me..." She sobbed. "It hurts and scares me. And lately...I've been thinking of it more and more. It won't go away." I felt the tears leak onto the shoulder of my shirt. "Make it go away Uncle Tony." She mumbled, like a little child.
"I wish I could sweetheart. I wish I could." I held her, rubbing her back softly to calm her. We sat there until my niece was asleep as she stood in my arms. Carefully, I lifted her up and carried her bridal style out of the closet and towards the direction of her room.
Once at her door, I struggled with the doorknob. Carrying a full grown girl and opening a doorknob at the same time isn't exactly easy.
"Stark!" a voice called from behind me. I turned around, releasing the doorknob, glaring at Steve and hissing a 'shh!' his way. Steve looked down at Rebekah in my arms an his mouth formed an 'o', and he came up to me to speak.
"Fury wants to talk to you. Says it's important." Steve said.
I sighed. "Great, now?"
He nodded. "He doesn't want Bekah there...well...seems she can't go anyways."
I rolled my eyes with a sigh. "Yeah, do me a favor?" Steve looked to me. "Open the door to Bekah's room so I can lay her down?"
Steve complied, opening the door and watching as I set Rebekah down on her bed, pulling the covers over her. I bent over, kissing her forehead softly.
"Sleep well sweetheart." I whispered, then retreating from the bedroom. I shut the door, starting to walk with Steve. "What exactly does Fury want to talk to me about?" I asked the soldier.
"Not quite sure. Although I'm almost positive he said something about Loki."
I groaned. "Great, I'm gonna get lectured about leaving the criminal alone in the dining room."
Steve's eyes widened at me. "You left Loki alone?"
"Yes, I left Loki alone!" I exclaimed, exasperated with the situation. "I had to go after Bekah to make sure she was okay."
"Oh." Steve said. He seemed to understand within seconds, and didn't question me further. "Is she okay?"
We'd reached the door that Fury would be behind, waiting for us. I reached for the knob, pausing. "I'm not sure."
Third Person View
Fury and Thor had been going at it for a while now.
"I do not think that we should monitor my brother as such!" the Norse God boomed. "That would be an invasion of privacy."
"He's a criminal. He made his life every bit of our business the second he attacked that village." Fury responded.
"For the hundredth time, my brother attacked no one!" Thor yelled, just as Tony and Steve walked in.
"What's with all the yelling?" Steve asked, looking pointedly at Fury, who returned the gaze.
"My guess," Stark said, shutting the door. "Is that Captain Fury over here pissed off Point Break. Am I wrong?"
"Indeed you are not." Thor said, glaring at Fury venomously. "He means to monitor Loki in a manner that breaks conduct of privacy. With those monitors and cameras and microphones."
"So..." Tony stopped. "He wants to bug Loki's room?"
"Precisely." Fury said, stepping closer to his desk. "This way, we can monitor him more closely without his knowing, just to see if he tries anything stupid."
Tony stepped up to the desk. "I say we do it. Listen Point Break, I get that you care about your brother. I do. I used to have a sister myself. But, I know for a fact that Rebekah won't be spending every waking second with Loki. So maybe bugging his room is a good idea."
Silence. Finally, Thor sighed deeply and nodded to Fury.
"I'll arrange the tech team to install the cameras tomorrow morning."
Loki's POV
I felt cold. Cold. Wet. The chilled air freezing me down to the bone.
"Loki." A voice called. "You have yet to give us what we desire."
"All in d-due time m-my lords." I responded, my teeth chattering from the immense cold. As a Jotun, I didn't normally get cold. And I didn't feel cold. But this place. It had a cold unlike any other, where the cold of fear crept into your heart and held on with an iron claw.
There was a roar of laughter. "Look at you! Mighty God and Warrior of Asgard, and here you are shivering from a little cold."
"For someone so smart, I'm surprised you haven't realized that this is abnormal temperature for Asgardians. Jotun's as well. This temperature is...abnormal. Unheard of, even." I snarled back.
"You dare insult us!? I would be careful in the selection of your words Mischief God. What with the life of your mother in our hands."
I stood rigid at the words spoken aloud.
"You will not touch her." I spat, clawing at empty air.
"Hm. Angry are you not?"
"More than you know."
The voice laughed again. "Just tread carefully Laufeyson, do not make any mistakes you would regret. One mistake, and your mother's life might just slip between your fingers..."
I woke with a start, drenched in sweat, my heart pounding against my chest. I swallowed, taking in a breath.
One mistake, and your mother's starlife might just slip between your fingers...
I closed my eyes, bringing a hand to the bridge of my nose.
"I can't let her die. Not again." I whispered, feeling the familiar in my eyes.
I leaned back up against the cell wall, trying to lull myself into the abyss of sleep.
"Pft." I laughed. "I already know I will not sleep. Why bother?"
I groaned and slammed my fist into the ground, feeling fire flash through my arm.
Pain. Good. It should take my mind off things.
For now...
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