Back to longer chapters, sorry the last one was so short! Loki is coming...not that the Avengers are happy about it! It was all Thor's idea, I swear! Also, sorry it took so long, but while thinking of ideas for this story I wrote two more fanfics, titled Capture the Flag, Avenger Style! and These Days We Trade In Pop Tarts. Go and check those out if you want! Don't blame me if I do a bad job with Loki, I just saw the Iron Mans and am watching the Thors next weekend. As usual, thank you to all the kind reviews and follows/favorites, every time I see one it makes my day. Enjoy chapter five!
Chapter Five: God of Mischief, God of 'Dear Lord Help Us'
"You what?!" Tony very nearly screams. "Why would you do that? How could you do that?! Last time he was here he very nearly destroyed New York City! And the world! The entire fu-"
Rhodey lays a hand on Tony's arm. "We get it, dude. You defeated him before. How bad can this guy really be?"
"Bad," Clint says. "Very, very bad."
Rhodey sighs. "I'm sure he's no match for Vision."
"Him, no. Him and his entire robot army, yes," Tony says, staring at Rhodey wide-eyed.
"Oh, God. You actually want to meet him, don't you?" Tony exclaims. Rhodey looks at his feet, sheepish.
"Maybe," he says.
"Do not worry, friends!" Thor booms. "I will keep my brother under control!"
Clint snorts. "Yeah. Right."
"It will be alright!" Thor says. "I will be back in, roughly, three hours. My father may take some convincing…"
"NO!" Tony and Clint shout at the same time.
"I have not met Loki before…" Vision muses.
"Yeah, I want to meet the big bad god," Rhodey declares.
"That makes it two to two," Vision offers. "Alli? You are the deciding vote."
All four turn to look at me. Tony immediately launches into a heartfelt speech about why I should say no, with Clint backing him up. Rhodey protests to them. Vision stares.
"Um…" I say, holding up a hand. Everyone is silenced. "I think he should. I mean...it couldn't hurt to try. I mean, for him to visit."
"See!" Rhodey says. "Go get him, Thor!"
Thor beams. "I will be back, my friends!"
Clint groans. Tony is speechless. Rhodey is grinning and Vision looks slightly nauseous, which is confusing because he can't get sick.
As soon as the door slams shut behind Thor and we hear thunder, Vision voices his concerns.
"I do not believe this is the best idea," he says.
"Dude!" Tony yells. "You voted for it."
"Yes," Vision says. "But I sense bad times ahead."
Tony groans and buries his face in his hands. Rhodey leads him off to his lab.
"I'm going to go shoot something," Clint says.
"Preferably targets," Vision adds on to his sentence. "I believe I will go look up information about Loki."
Vision and Clint leave and I take a deep breath. Loki had better be able to fix this, or I'm double dead. I think the stress of keeping the fact I've gotten five of my teammates turned into animals a secret is starting to get to me.
I gather up an armload of food to deliver to the others. First I stop at my brother's room. He, Steve, and Bucky are all there, talking quietly.
"Do you have more pills?" Sam asks cautiously, afraid I'll start yelling again. "I hear some words and some barks and meows."
"Yup," I say, slamming a bottle down on the bed next to their food. Steve jumps up to get it and promptly falls over. He gets back up, hanging his head.
"Sorry," he says. "I'm still not used to having four legs."
I grin. "We'll work on it. I'll bring Wanda and Nat back, because everyone's gone for about three hours. I have to tell you guys the plan, anyways."
"Sounds good," Bucky says, licking his non-metal front paw. I grin and scratch behind his ear.
"Oh," he says. "Oh, yes. Yes. That feels good." I do the same to Steve, who starts thumping one leg on the ground. Sam watches in disgust.
"I've spent enough time pretending to be a bird. I think I can handle myself," he announces. I reach out to pet him. "Don't you dare," he warns me. I grin and head off to find Wanda and Nat.
I knock on Nat's door cautiously, afraid she'll still be asleep. She's not. The ham I left by her door is gone, and her room is empty. I head to Wanda's room, hoping I'll find them both there.
Just Wanda. She's watching the television, enthralled in an old episode of Star Trek.
"Wanda," I say softly to announce my presence. She looks up, startled, and relaxes when she sees it's just me. "Come on, we're going to Sam's room to talk. Do you know where Nat is?"
"No," Wanda says. "Well, I think she said she was going to the training room. Trying to get used to having a snake body."
My eyes widen. "Training room?" Wanda nods.
"Oh, shit," I breathe. A scream, a very girly scream, echoes around the building.
"Go to Sam's room. Don't let anyone in," I say. Wanda nods and lumbers down the hallway. I sprint after her, going straight down the stairs to the floor of the training room.
Clint is hanging from the rafters, bow in hand. Circling below him is a boa constrictor. Nat.
"Alli!" Clint shrieks. "Get that thing out of here!"
"This thing is your best friend!" I yell up to him.
"It's my what?!" he screams back.
"I said this thing is my good friend!" I correct myself. Phew. That was close.
"Come on, um, Spider," I say to Nat.
"Spider?" Clint asks from the rafters. "Who names a snake Spider?"
"The same person that names a cat Pig, apparently," I mutter to myself. "Don't worry about it!" I call up to him, louder. "I'll take care of her!"
"You're naming me Ssspider?" Nat hisses in outrage.
"Just go with it!" I hiss back. "See ya, Clint!"
Nat grumbles something about "ssstupid girl" and follows me out of the training room. I go to the stairs as I normally do, but Nat freezes at the base of the first step.
"What is it?" I ask. She looks as embarrassed as a snake can be.
"I...can't get up the ssstairsss," she says. "I need to learn to control thisss body."
"Alright," I sigh. "We'll take the elevator."
One very uncomfortable elevator ride later, we make it to Sam's room, where Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Wanda are talking quietly. I give Nat some food and another pill for understanding the other animals.
"Okay," I say. "So, Thor found out."
"Obviously," Bucky scoffs. I glare at him.
"Don't interrupt me," I snap. "As I was saying, Thor found out, and he's going up to Asgard." I take a deep breath. "He's bringing someone back with him. Someone he thinks can help."
"And?" Sam says. "Who is this mystery person?"
I take another deep breath. "He's bringing Loki back."
I wait for the protests to simmer down.
"Loki?" Nat hisses. "What do you mean, Loki?"
"Like, Loki Loki?" Steve barks nervously. "Or, like, some other Loki that hasn't tried to kill us in the past?"
"Didn't he, like, bring a robot army that destroyed New York?" Bucky asks, confused.
"His scepter is the thing that Enhanced me," Wanda spits. "Will he have it?"
"No," I say, answering Wanda first. "Yes, he destroyed New York. Yes, it is Loki Loki. And what I mean is, we think he can change you back. If he can't, I don't know anyone else who can."
Steve groans and buries his face under his paws. Nat coils up and similarly buries her head in the center of the coil. Bucky and Sam simply look interested. Wanda jumps up and starts pacing the room with loud, thundering footsteps.
"Quiet down, Wanda," I say. "It'll be fine. Thor's gonna keep him under control, and Vis will be here too."
"Yes," Wanda says, sounding immensely relieved. "Vis. He can handle Ultron, he can handle Loki."
"And if not, well, I'm sure at least I could handle being an animal forever," Sam says.
"Yes," I say. "I'm sure you could. And while we're on the topic of that, who's having troubles adjusting to their animal bodies?"
"Me!" Steve says, jumping up.
"Me," Nat admits.
"Not really," Bucky says stoically.
"I'm fine," Wanda says. "I can use a remote, walk, eat, and hit people. That's all I need."
"Alright," I say. "Steve and Nat, come on. We're going to my room. The rest of you, stay out of trouble." Wanda lumbers back down the hall and I hear her door slam shut behind her.
"I gotta see this," Sam laughs.
"Same," Bucky adds, casting a sideways glance at Sam to make sure he doesn't change his mind. That practically defines the friendship of my brother and Bucky. Sam says something, Bucky agrees, and Sam changes his mind. Lots of giving each other the cold shoulder. But, deep down, the two of them plus Steve equals a whole lot of insufferable, inseparable trouble.
"Alright," I announce as soon as we're in my room and the door is closed and locked. "First off, you need to realize that this is just you. It's your normal self, just in a different form. You need to realize it, and accept it."
I give them a few moments to at least realize this.
"Next, you need to know what you can do. Spend some time practicing what your current forms are capable of." I give them a long time to do this and simply watch as they explore what they can do.
"Finally, get used to it. The hard part is over, accepting your new form. Now you just need to spend some time practicing and getting used to your new form."
"Wow," Bucky says. "You could, like, write your own instruction manual or something. Alli Wilson's Guide To Being An Animal," he jokes.
"Ha, ha," I say sarcastically. He and Sam burst into laughter. "Very funny, you two. Now, get out of my room. Go hide. I think Thor is going to be back soon," I say, checking the clock. It's been nearly two and a half hours.
Once everyone is out of my room. I flop onto my bed. Teaching myself how to be an animal is tiring. Teaching others how to be an animal is just plain exhausting.
So help me, not five minutes after I've resigned myself to taking a nap, lightning strikes outside the tower. I rush down to the main floor, where Clint, Tony, Rhodey, and Vision are waiting. Clint is telling the others about the snake called 'Spider' that was in the training room.
"I told you," I say, joining them. "Spider is my friend."
"Like Pig?" Tony asks. "Ridiculous. This used to be an animal-free tower."
"Nonsense," I say. "There are four of them standing in front of me right now."
I watch, silently laughing, as they get it one at a time and break into outraged cries.
"Quiet," Clint hisses eventually. "They're coming." Everyone falls silent as we realize what's actually happening. Loki. Loki is actually here.
"Friends!"
The doors slam open. Thor enters the building, holding Loki in a headlock. "I have retur…" he trails off when he sees all of us watching him silently.
"Ah," he says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Then he grins. "I have brought my brother!" Thor takes Loki out of the headlock and keeps his arms pinned behind his back.
"Oh boy," Tony says sarcastically.
A sinister smile creeps onto Loki's face. "Hello again, Iron Man." He glances around the room. "Is this all of you? Where are the others?"
"Out," Rhodey says vaguely.
"Who are you?" Loki asks. He frowns. "In fact, I do not recognize most of you."
"This is Rhodey," Tony says, pointing to Rhodey. "And Vision, and Alli."
"I see," Loki says, nodding. "And you believe if I were to, ah, escape, you would be able to handle me?"
"Oh, we would be more than able," Tony pipes up. "If it were just Vision watching you, I personally would be perfectly comfortable with that."
"And if it were, say, just the girl?" Loki asks pointing to me. "Would you be fine with that?" I narrow my eyes at being called 'the girl'.
"Her name is Alli," Rhodey cuts in, sensing I'm about to slap Loki. "And I would not agitate her."
"Also, probably," Tony adds.
"I trust that Thor has told you enough about us?" Vision asks.
Loki grins. "War Machine, Vision, and the Shifter. Yes, I've heard plenty about you."
"Alright, brother," Thor says. "Mister Stark, I trust you have a cell prepared for him?"
"Oh, yes," Tony says. "Uh-huh. Upstairs. In the training room. Fifty cameras, full body restraints. Tell me again why you thought it would be a good idea to bring him here?"
Thor glances at me. I give a tiny, non-noticeable shake of my head.
"He has not experienced Midgard in a long time," Thor says. "When he proves trustworthy enough, Odin has deemed it that he shall return here."
"That'll never happen," Clint speaks up, the first time he's talked since Loki arrived.
"Agent Barton," Loki says, nodding. "Long time, no see."
"As if I'd want to see you," Clint snorts, then spins on his heel and stalks towards the stairs.
"I brainwashed him," Loki informs us, as if this was news.
"I'm still not over it!" Clint calls over his shoulder.
"Take him to the cell," Tony says. "Leave him there for the night. I'll deal with this in the morning." Tony and Rhodey follow Clint.
"Do you need any assistance with your...ah...brother?" Vision asks Thor.
"Alli and I have it," Thor says, smiling at Vision. Vision nods and phases through the ceiling, something he thinks is faster than taking the stairs. Which it probably is, but we've discouraged him from doing it since he phased in on Wanda, Nat, and I during girl night. We (quite literally) almost killed him.
"Alright," Loki says, turning to me. "What do you really want? Why am I here?" He looks at Thor. "I do not want to be here. I prefer my cell on Asgard."
"We have a problem," I begin.
"You always have a problem," Loki interrupts.
"Shush," Thor says. "Or I'll put you back in the headlock."
"Please, no," Loki whimpers. "Your armpit smells."
"As I was saying," I interrupt. I take a deep breath. "Thor and I think you can fix it."
"Thor can't fix it?" Loki says, genuinely surprised. "That's a first."
"Shape-shifting is beyond my capabilities," Thor says.
"Shape-shifting?" Loki peers at me. "You are the Shifter, are you not? Are you having troubles with your powers?" The gleam in his eye could be mistaken for curious, or concerned, but I can see the truth. The gleam in his eye speaks greed.
"Not my shape-shifting," I growl. "Bring him to his cell. I'll talk with him in the morning." Before I leave, I give Loki a warning. "If you tell the others, god of mischief, I'll tear your throat out, slowly and painfully."
He nods, and I hope he can tell I'm serious. I turn around and Thor gives a chuckle. "Come, brother." Loki grumbles something unintelligible. I turn around and sock Loki hard in the jaw.
"That was for Manhattan," I snarl, then whirl around and walk back to the stairs before he can respond.
"He actually did it?" Nat hisses in disbelief. "Loki isss actually here?!"
"Yup," I say. "And I'm going to bed. We'll deal with this in the morning. Everybody, out of my room."
"Alright," Steve says. I go to open the door to let them out. "Wait!"
"What?" I turn back around. Steve pads in a circle nervously.
"I'm...um…" he looks down, embarrassed. "It's dark in here."
"And?" I ask, too exhausted to figure out what he means.
"Can I...um...stay in your room?" He looks up at me with literal puppy-dog eyes.
"You spent the night alone last night," I point out blankly.
"Alli, we just got here at four-thirty this morning," Sam says from where he's perched across the room.
I sigh. "Fine. Fine! Anyone else?"
All five animals look up at me hopefully. "All of you?" I very nearly shriek. "Nat?"
"Asss much asss I hate to admit it, it ssseemsss different when you're an animal," Nat says.
"My room is cold," Wanda says bullishly.
"Your room is-" I sputter. "Wanda, you're a polar bear!"
"Yes," she says. "But…"
I groan. "Bucky? Sam?"
"As much I hate being in the same room as my little sister, they've got a point," Sam says. "It's different when you're an animal."
"Bucky?" I ask, pleading.
"I'd hate to miss out on the party," he says smugly.
I groan. "Fine. Fine! I'm too tired to care. But just this once! Got it?"
"Got it," they chorus.
I heave myself onto my bed and watch the others get comfortable. Wanda leans on my double-bed, her head resting on the pillow I'm not on. Nat coils at the foot of the bed. Steve and Bucky both jump up. Steve lays down lengthwise on the edge of the bed near Wanda, and Bucky curls up near Nat. Sam perches on the bedpost.
"You guys have no idea how awkward this is," I tell them. "Like, this is extremely awkward."
"I'm a sssnake," Nat says. "I'm sssleeping with a polar bear, a cat, a dog, a bird, and a human, and they are all normally humansss. How more awkward could thisss get?"
"Shut up and go to sleep," is Bucky's muffled reply.
I give a small laugh and then, all at once, I fall asleep.
"Pssst. Alli. Alli. Wake up."
I groan and my head flops to the side. "Five more minutes." I register something heavy on my stomach, something leaning on my leg, and something very wet on my arm. Something else is pressing up against my face.
"Alli, I sssaid wake up! You have to sssee this! I would take a picture if I had handsss!"
The events of yesterday come flooding back to me. Animals. Thor. Loki. Secrets.
My eyes snap open and my head jerks up. Sam, bird-Sam, ruffles his feathers. He was the something pressed up against my face. I look down. Nat is still at the end of the bed, silently laughing. Wanda is leaning against my legs, somehow snoring in polar bear form. Steve is draped over one arm, dog tongue lolling against my skin. Bucky the cat is curled up in a little ball on my stomach. I prop myself up on my elbows so as not to disturb them.
"Holy shit," I whisper. "How…"
"I don't know," Nat whispers. "But it'sss hilariousss!"
"Everybody up!" I whisper yell, glancing at the clock. 9:53. Wonderful. I slept in. Ah, well, just prolonging my appointment with Loki.
Sam is up first, probably because of his close proximity to my face. "What? What's going on? Who do I punch?" He flutters up to perch on the bedpost again.
"No one, Sam," I say. "You're fine."
"Okay," he says. "Okay." He does a once-over of my room and bursts out into laughter.
"That is-" he takes a shaky breath. "Priceless!" He wipes away an imaginary tear with his wing.
"That'sss what I sssaid!" Nat cries.
"Ha, ha," I say sarcastically. "You two are very funny."
"We really are," Nat says, nodding her snake head.
"What?!" Wanda yells, jerking her head up.
"We're good, Wanda," Sam says. "Don't worry."
"Okay," she says, nodding blearily and laying her head back down.
"Don't fall back asleep!" I yell. Sam and Nat both shush me.
"Sorry," I say. "But it's time to wake up. We slept in, and I'm gonna have to figure out how to get all five of you to Loki somehow. Well, they know about Nat and Bucky-or rather, Spider and Pig-so three of you."
"Okay," Wanda repeats, getting up and stretching carefully.
"Two down, two to go," Nat hisses encouragingly. "You can do thisss, Alli!"
"Ha, ha, ha," I say, nudging Bucky off of my stomach. Instead of getting up, he hisses and digs his claws into my shirt and a few layers of my skin. I yelp and Nat and Sam burst into laughter.
I groan and nudge Steve instead. He snorts, but doesn't move.
"Steeeve," I moan. "Gerroff me!"
"Huh?" he snorts. "Wuzzagoinon?"
"Get off!" I say, peeling his dog tongue off of my arm.
"No," he says stubbornly.
"Now," I say seriously.
"I'll bite you," Nat offers. Steve jumps onto all fours, looking around wildly.
"No biting," Bucky mumbles, retracting his claws from my skin. I pick him up carefully and then unceremoniously throw him across the room.
"Hey!" he hisses in protest, landing on his side.
"Huh," I say. "Look at that. Cats don't always land on their feet." This sends Sam, Nat, and a more-awake Wanda roaring into laughter. Bucky hisses at me again and I smirk.
"Ha, ha, ha," Steve says, staggering around. "What happened?"
"Nothing," Sam smirks.
"I'll go get breakfast," I say, stretching as I sit up.
"I'll come with you," Nat says.
"Nuh-uh," I say. "You guys are all staying here. I gotta sneak you up to Loki."
"Oh, yeah," Steve growls. "He's here."
"I'll be back," I say, slamming the door shut behind me.
I make my way downstairs, exhausted. I'm running on very little sleep. Time to break out my brother's best invention.
Nobody is in the kitchen by the time I get down there. Perfect. Sam and I like to keep this our little secret. I start a pot of high-caffeine coffee and take out the special herbal tea packets meant for keeping you awake. Once they're both ready, I combine them and add a buttload of sugar to make it taste better.
I gulp it down. It still tastes disgusting, but effective. I immediately start feeling the familiar buzz through my veins. I'm ready to go. But first, a training session to work off some of the excess energy.
I make my way up the stairs to the training room. As I pass through the halls to get there, I spot Tony, Vision, and Thor in the War Conference room talking quietly. Figuring it's smart people stuff, I move along.
Once in the training room, I do a bit of stretching. Then I set up my usual targets. Five high-quality made human-shaped figures, draped in bulletproof clothing and with automatic guns I set on medium firing rate, all over a complex moving system. Stark Industries created it, of course. I stand in front of the targets, crack my neck, and jam my fist down on the start button.
Immediately the figures start firing and moving around the room. I drop to the ground. If this were real, I'd be picking gravel out of my chin and palms for hours. But it's not real, so I hit the cool, hard ground of the training room floor. Bullets whizz over my head and I transform into the form of a tiger. I sink low to the ground, roll to avoid a bullet, and one of the high-quality targets is in pieces within seconds. I think I've mentioned this before, but if I'm wearing bulletproof clothes when I transform, my animal skin remains bulletproof. If I'm wearing bulletproof gloves...well, the enemy better pray they can run fast.
I shift into the form of a cheetah and sprint towards the next target. I pounce, and down goes another.
I shift from cheetah to hawk and dive-bomb the next humanoid target. Quick as a bullet, I turn into a nose-dive, spin to avoid the bullets, and shift fluidly into an elephant, squashing the target flat.
Into a fly, whizzing around, the mechanised targets don't know where to shoot. I land on one target's shoulder and shift into a snake, wrapping around it's neck and squeezing until it's metal head pops off. Bullets rake up and down my scale, not harming me in the slightest. I shift into human form, scoop one of the fallen target's gun from off the ground, and shoot until the final target's head blows off.
I drop the gun and turn to use the automated sweepers to clean up the mess. As I do, I hear slow clapping.
I turn to see Loki, in a cage that looks very familiar to pictures I've seen from an old SHIELD helicarrier. But this is of recent Stark design, much more advanced.
"Impressive," Loki says. "Remind me not to get on your bad side."
I give a single nod, not ready to express gratitude yet. I note with satisfaction he has a large, purple bruise on his lower jaw that wasn't there before I punched him last night. He notices me staring and rubs the bruise absentmindedly.
"How long have you had your shape-shifting abilities?" he inquisits.
I narrow my eyes, not sure what he's playing at. "All my life. Or at least, as long as I can remember. Why?"
"Nothing, nothing," he muses. Then, "And what is your problem, exactly?"
I sigh and go to the intercom on the side wall. It's accessible from everywhere, so he should be able to hear me.
"Thor to the training room, I repeat, Thor to the training room."
Thirty seconds later, Thor bursts into the room, breathless. He sees me standing by the intercom, Loki watching, and the pile of broken targets and guns on the floor.
"You get the others, I'll clean this up," he says to me. His eyes show he wants something more...he wants to talk to his brother. I nod and take off down the hall, stopping before I run into Tony and Vision.
"Miss Wilson," Vision says when he sees me. Tony gives a half wave and continues down the hallway, whistling under his breath. I wait until I hear the elevator doors ding shut before I reply to Vision.
"Alli," I say. "Just Alli. We've talked about this. Alli, not Miss Wilson. Wanda, not Miss Maximoff. Nat, not Miss Romanoff."
"Alright, Alli," Vision says. "I was wondering if I could speak with Wanda. Is she still sick?"
"She is," I say, gulping, trying to hold it in. "Very sick. She would be extremely embarrassed to have you there. She told me so. 'Don't let anyone in,' she said. 'Especially not Vis. It would be too embarrassing'." I nod solemnly to prove my point.
"I see," Vis says uncertainly. "If her condition persists, let me know."
"It's alright," I say. "I'm sure she'll be fine in a few, er, days."
Vis nods and phases through the ceiling again.
"You really have to stop doing that," I mutter, then continue towards the stairs. Most of the side effects of my coffee-tea have worn off, and I scramble up the stairs, only missing one step. I stumble forward and barely catch myself, but instead of hitting the cold concrete stairs, my hands hit fur. I hear a low growl and look up, expecting the worst. My heart gives a little when I see it's Wanda, with Nat, Sam, Bucky, and Steve all riding on her back.
"We heard you call Thor to the training room," Wanda says. "I assume it's time?"
I nod. "It's now or never," I say.
"Did she tell you we heard you call Thor to the training room?" Steve asks, frowning.
"Steve, Sam, and Nat's pills have worn off," Bucky informs me.
I groan. "Go to the training room. Don't be seen. Wait for me outside."
"Got it," Wanda says.
"They told you we heard you call Thor to the training room, right?" Nat asks.
"Right," I inform her. "I know you heard I called Thor to the training room."
"Okay, good," Sam says. "Because I can't understand a thing they're saying."
"I'll be right back," I say, then turn and sprint up to my room. I grab the bottle of pills from my bathroom, and while I'm at it I change out of my ratty old mission clothes I've been wearing the past few days into my normal black sweatpants and Star Wars t-shirt. With a bulletproof vest thrown over it, of course. It never hurts to be prepared. As usual, I go barefoot. I just like it better that way. I stuff my phone into my pocket and rush to the training room, thankfully without encountering anyone. I'm a little worried about Vision. If he keeps enquiring, if Wanda loses her focus and lets him into the other's minds for even a fraction of a second...
Anyways, I rush to the training room, thankfully without encountering anyone. The five animal-people are waiting outside it, just like I asked. I quickly give each of them a pill and stuff the bottle into my pocket next to my phone. Then I push the door to the training room open.
"Dear Lord help us," I mutter as we walk in.
That's it! I hope you liked chapter five, and once again, sorry for the really long break between chapters. And once again, so sorry if I didn't portray Loki and Thor's relationship very well, the only movie I've seen so far with the two of them together was the Avengers (which, consequently, I just rewatched today). I wonder what's going to happen if Vision finds out...he's a persistent one...and will Loki be able to cure the animal-Avengers? Stay tuned, and follow if you want to find out! Leave a favorite if you liked it! And every review I see makes my day a little better. See you around fanfic land, my fellow MCU nerds!