A/N: This is mostly fluff and further exposing Loki to Midgard.

[Chapter 16- Work Day]

"What are we doing here?" Loki asking, clenching his hand are Clint's in uncertainty. The archer looked down at him reassuringly.

"Everyone's busy today, but Fury knows about you now so we can drop you off for... babysitting," The light haired man grinned wickedly. Loki looked around the room that was mainly blacks and greys. People in matching suits ran around with papers and small screens. There were also a lot of people sitting at clunky versions of the machines in Daddy's lab- computers?

"But where are we?" The seven year old questioned. The mean, one-eyed man from before had finally spotted them and was raising a ruckus as he made his way across the room to them.

"Welcome to the helicarrier, kid," Clint smirked. The dark skinned man came to stand in front of them, and the archer let his face fall behind a mask of boredom. "Director Fury."

"Cut the... crap, Barton," the bald man snapped, glancing down at Loki. "Why'd you bring the kid?"

"Poor planning, sir," Clint shrugged slightly. "Stark and Potts are in meetings all day, Banner is recovering from the last Hulk-Out, Rogers is on that mission you sent him on with Nat, and I'm here to train the baby agents."

"And what about Thor? Surely he can watch his brother?" Fury growled.

"Back in Asgard. Got called back last night. Some important feast or something with ambassadors from another realm," Clint informed casually.

"And what did you want me to do about it?" The director demanded. "If you haven't noticed, we're in the middle of several operations that are extremely important to international security."

"Oh, we don't expect you to watch him personally, sir. He's got some stuff to entertain him; just put a baby agent on it. We realized we can't leave him alone after... last time," the archer winced slightly at the last statement. Fury raised an eyebrow but didn't question it.

"Fine," he relented. He put his hand up to his earpiece. "Hill, send one of the new recruits to one of our interrogation rooms. They need to have at least basic training. And maybe a background in childcare."

Clint smiled down at Loki and nudged him towards the man.

"I'm sorry for kicking you," he muttered, crossing his fingers behind his back. The grey eyed man noticed and tried hard not to laugh.

"It doesn't matter. Let's get you out of here," Fury grumbled. He grabbed the kid's hand and began to pull him towards the interrogation rooms.

-[]-

"Agent..."

"Bouclier, sir."

"Agent Bouclier, this is Stark's... ward? Son? I don't know what to call him," Fury mumbled and rubbed the bridge of his nose in agitation. "I'm putting you on babysitting duty."

The younger man opened his mouth to protest, then seemed to reconsider his position and nodded quietly. "Of course, sir."

Fury eyed him, impressed. He knew this one was supposed to be starting basic training today, but he had apparently agreed to watch the kid instead.

"Agent Bouclier, we can consider this your basic training, if this is as difficult as I think it will be," the director commented lightly and left the room. The man's jaw dropped as he watched the bald man leave.

Eventually, he managed to gather himself and turned to the impossibly short boy standing next to the interrogation table. He crouched down and extended his hand for a handshake.

"Hey, kid. I'm Evan Bouclier, but you can just call me Evan. What's your name?" He started.

The boy gingerly clasped his wrist instead of his hand. He smiled up at the man, slightly hesitant but mostly pleased. "I am Loki, of Asgard, s-son of Anthony Stark and brother of Thor!"

All air left Evan's lungs in one big woosh. What have I gotten myself into?!

-[]-

Later, Loki sat at the metallic table, filling in an Avengers coloring book with a fix of paint, crayons, and magic. Evan had learned quickly enough that Loki was about as threatening as a butterfly.

Agent Barton had stopped in during him break to see how Evan was doing. Loki had greeted the more experienced agent with a hug and bright smile. They had chatted for a few minutes before Barton encouraged Loki to go read one of the books he brought. Then, the older man had pulled Evan aside and sincerely threatened him within an inch of his life if he hurt the kid from all the Avengers. Then the famous archer smiled pleasantly, wished Loki goodbye, and left.

Evan had warily kept his distance from Loki for the next hour before the boy seemed to get bored of his book and wanted to play with stuffed animals. They had played an odd crossover between Harry Potter and the Avengers. Loki had only brought three animals, but they made it work.

Finally, it was lunchtime and Evan decided, in all his wisdom, that they should get out of that stuffy room and go on a walk around the helicarrier. Being a low level agent, Evan couldn't take them everywhere, but Loki seemed happy to stretch his legs and ask questions about what they could see. At the end of their walk, they found themselves on the main observation deck.

They entered the room to a bit of ruckus. Tony Stark stood proud in the middle of the room, dressed in a sharp suit and sunglasses. The billionaire barked out orders and shouted for everyone to hear his anger. Pepper Potts stood beside him, quiet but just as angry. Her cheeks stood out a blotchy red compared to her slim white suit.

Director Fury stood in the distance, head bowed and in his hands.

Finally, Stark screamed something that really got Evan's attention.

"I want you to find my kid!"

The agent froze in shock and impending horror. Loki clutched his hand, unaware of his mounting panic. Instead the boy burst into a wide smile and darted forward.

"DADDY!"

Stark instantly spun around and caught the kid in his arms. The man brought the child close. They stayed huddled like that for a full minute, everyone in the room afraid to move, until Stark turned his terrifying fury on Evan.

"You!"

"Me?" Evan squeaked, pointing to himself.

"Daddy, Daddy!" Loki bounced up and down, and Tony instantly looked at him. "That's Evan! He played with me and drew with me and showed me the lab where you and Bruce found the Tesseract and some really cool Midgard technology like my books and-"

"He did what?!" Director Fury snapped.

"We only went where I had access, sir! Loki was getting cooped up in the interrogation room-"

"WHAT?!" Pepper and Tony shouted and rounded on Fury.

"It's not like we have a daycare center!" The one eyed man shouted back.

The room seemed to explode into chaos, with everyone yelling and fighting. Evan ducked behind one of the computer units. Loki joined him after a few minutes, looking scared but mostly amused. The fighting died out after another ten minutes or so, and Stark called for Loki so they could eat together.

-[]-

Loki stayed with Evan in one of the smaller conference rooms until dinner, when Black Widow and Captain America came to pick him up. Agent Romanov did a quick sweep of the room, and Captain America squatted down to chat happily with Loki about his day.

The seven year old yawned in the middle of talking about the game they had played after lunch, and Cap. Rogers scooped the boy up on to his hip. Agent Romanov grabbed the boy's bag, and they left with a quick thanks for his patience and time.

Evan followed them out into the hall and watched them leave, shell shocked.

Before he left work that evening, Agent Hill came to personally tell him he would only have to complete half of his basic training and that Stark had left a box for him. Evan was numb as he received the box, which was filled with copies of Loki's drawings.

A small smile lit the man's face.

A/N: Aaaaaand... Now we will never hear from Evan again.

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