Hola Fanfiction readers. It is I, Ratchet's Apprentice 88, and I bring you...chapter 2! Enjoy :-)

"Brother?" Loki all but whispered. Truth of the matter was, Loki was scarred. No, not scared, petrified. Not only about his legs, but about the large group of unhappy looking people standing in front of him.

"I know Loki, I understand you are frightened but it will be alright, I promise you this." Loki nodded at his brother before turning to the rest of the Avengers.

"Hello" he said somewhat meekly. None of them said anything in return. These people didn't like him and were making no effort to hide that fact. Thor decided to break the awkwardness.

"Hello friends, it is good to see you again! I don't believe you have had the pleasure of meeting my brother while he was not under the control of Thanos." He was met by silence. "Shall we retire to the room of living?"

"Sure" Tony said, and they all walked off in the same mass in which they were standing, leaving Thor and Loki behind. The god of thunder went to follow his friends when he noticed that his brother was not beside him. "Loki, are you not coming?"

Said god sighed in defeat. "I do not know how to move in this contraption."

A sympathetic look came from Thor. "Do not be discouraged, brother. You will figure it out as you do with all things, but I will help you. If you are ever in need of assistance, do not hesitate to ask. It is better to accept help than it is to injure yourself trying to do something foolish." He began to push the wheelchair to the living room while Loki tried to hide his embarrassment.

Once in the living room with everyone else, everything was awkwardly silent, as to be expected. During this silence, Loki toyed with the wheels on the chair and discovered that if he pushed the wheels forward, he moved forward, and the same for backwards. The only thing that was different was turning, but he soon figured that out as well. Just as Thor was confident that he would. To break the silence, Tony was the first to speak, no surprise there.

"So reindeer games, you sure you're not going to take over the world again, or throw me out the window? I just put in new glass. Then again, you can't really do much with your new mode of transport."

That hit Loki hard. He was already ashamed of his weakness, this was just another blow to his pride. Of course once it starts, it doesn't stop. The other avengers begin questioning him about "his next evil scheme" or yelling at him about things he had done under Thanos's control. None had been as blunt or as mean as Tony's but they still hurt the trickster god. Thor was doing his best to make them understand that Loki had been controlled but they still weren't quite buying it. Even though his brother might have been fighting for him, Loki took everything in quietly. Accepting all of it and shrinking farther and farther back into his chair. He understood that they were angry with him, but he just wished they would stop, and it seems as though fate smiled upon him. It wasn't long before he heard a fist slamming against the wall, then silence. It was Banner. He didn't seem to be turning green at all so Loki assumed there was no risk of a Hulk-out.

"What are you guys doing? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're all screaming a helpless man in a wheelchair who has made no moves to defend himself. Thor told us, Loki was under Thanos's control. He doesn't deserve you shoving it back in his face." said the doctor.

The team was speechless, which was a first for Tony. "Now I'm going to show Loki to his room. Maybe while I'm doing that, Thor can explain again." Bruce gestured for Loki to follow him, so he did.

Down the long hallways of Stark Tower, now Avengers Tower, the Asgardian prince of mischief followed the good doctor. Dr. Banner was not being as outwardly aggressive with him as the rest were and he just had to ask why.

"Why?" Bruce repeated. "Don't think I'm not skeptical, because I am. But I know what it's like to have someone take over your mind. Use your body as a tool to create an unbelievable amount of destruction."

"You speak of the Hulk?" Loki asked.

"I call him the other guy, but yeah."

"Is that the only reason?"

"I also kind of feel bad for smashing you into the floor."

The two of them smiled a bit. Then Bruce began again. "Listen Loki, even though it's only been about twenty minutes, from what I've seen, you don't seem like a bad guy. The others are just upset. You kind of threw Tony out of a window, Natasha is still trying to wipe out that red, Steve is upset of the destruction of New York, and I don't even have to explain Clint."

Loki was cringing throught the whole list. He hated that he had done such heinous things and just wanted to serve his sentence and finally go home where he belonged. He didn't expect Bruce to start talking again though.

"But, that's all in the past now. They need to stop dwelling on the past, especially when you weren't the one in control."

By the time the conversation was over, they had made it to Loki's room and Bruce had left him to take in his new environment. The walls were painted a cream color that complimented the dark brown hard wood floors. There was a large window on the far wall and a chair in front of it. There wasn't too much furniture, just a bed, a table, a desk, and a dresser. Then there was first thing that caught Loki's eye, a large bookcase filled with dozens upon dozens of books. He wheeled himself over to it and picked one out, To Kill A Mockingbird. Then he moved over to the window and sat in his wheelchair and read. He wished that he could have gotten into the regular chair, as it looked much more comfortable, but he couldn't figure out how to transfer himself. At about eleven o'clock at night, Loki was almost halfway through the novel, at the part when Mr. Atticus Finch had just shot a rabid dog. Loki closed the book , placed it on his lap, and just stared out the window. Despite the time, there were lights illuminating all of the buildings and people still crowding the streets. The city held true to it's name, the city that never sleeps, and to Loki, it was amazing. He was beginning to believe that staying here wouldn't be so bad after all. He had already made friends with the doctor, sort of, and perhaps the others would soon come to accept him as well. Plus, what he saw out his window intrigued him. The buildings touched the sky and scraped the clouds, the hundreds of cars on the street, the constant lively noise, and millions and millions of lights. This was a world he couldn't wait to explore.

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