Hi...ummmmm, I know I'm a week late, but better late than never? Here's chapter 3, so...enjoy! :-)

Loki's POV

I feel the light shining through my eyelids and know that it's morning. I open my eyes and am greeted by the stark white ceiling. I don't want to get up. The Avengers, my brother and Dr. Banner aside, hate me and make no attempt to hide it. I'm tired too. Last night was filled with nightmares. Thank the Allfather I didn't scream or else it would have alerted Thor, or worse, the others. Needless to say, I did not get a very restful sleep and I wished to do nothing more than to stay in my bed under the blankets all day. Wait, bed? I can't get out of that cursed chair by myself, how did I get into bed?

I suppose I said that last part out loud but even that, I surely wasn't expecting an answer, but I got one all the same.

"If I may, Master Laufeyson, you fell asleep in your wheelchair last night. Other Master Odinson came in at precisely 12:43 AM and assisted you into bed." Answered a voice from seemingly nowhere.

"Who is there?" I asked the voice.

"I am J.A.R.V.I.S." He, or it, replied.

"Alright J.A.R.V.I.S., what are you?"

"I am Mr. Stark's computerized home system. If it helps at all, you brother commonly refers to me as man in the walls."

I rolled my eyes at Thor's thick headedness. I do love him, but my brother can be such an oaf at times. I had to draw my attention away from my own thoughts as J.A.R.V.I.S. continued speaking.

"I am here to assist you are in need of it and I am able to. Are you in need of any assistance, Master Laufeyson?"

"Yes, can you tell me what drew Thor to my quarters?" I knew he was probably just checking on me to see if I was alright, but I wanted to know for sure.

"I sensed that you where in distress while you slept. Master Odinson requested that I inform him if that was ever to happen or if you are in trouble of any kind." J.A.R.V.I.S. said.

"He did?"

"Indeed."

I almost didn't believe it. He wanted to make sure I was alright. He had told me he would but I was skeptical. After what I did, I don't think I deserve it, but apparently he did. He was always doting over me like that but as much as it used to annoy me to no end, it was nice to know he still cared.

"Will that be all Master Laufeyson?" asked J.A.R.V.I.S.

I thought for a moment. I did want to get out of bed. Any hopes of going back to sleep had been crushed as soon as I started speaking to J.A.R.V.I.S. and I would have to face the others eventually. I also wanted to go and explore the city.

"No, J.A.R.V.I.S., could you summon my brother? I would like to get out of bed and am unable to on my own."

"Yes Master Laufeyson." It/he answered.

No One's POV

Thor was quick to arrive and Loki was grateful. He was getting antsy. Thor helped him into his chair more gently than he ever thought his brother was capable of and then Loki asked for some privacy as he got ready. Thor gladly obliged, happy that his brother was swallowing his pride and recognizing that he needed help, but also figuring out this new way of living.

When the god of mischief found his bathroom, he was pleasantly surprised to see that it was wheelchair accessible. There were bars to help him transfer and a seat in the shower. Everything he would need to care for himself was there. He took a shower and silently thanked Stark for making it so he could do it on his own. It was bad enough being coddled so much by Thor, have him help him bathe would be unbearable.

Once out of the shower, wrapped in a towel and in his chair, Loki searched around his room for fresh clothing. When he went to the chest where he had put his usual armor, J.A.R.V.I.S. stopped him.

"Mr. Stark has provided some garments that are more suitable to Earth. They are in the dresser in the corner. Shirts are in the top drawer, socks and underwear in the bottom, and pants in the middle. Shoes are in the corner by the door."

"Thank you J.A.R.V.I.S." said Loki. He found the dresser and put on a black V-neck tee shirt with green characters from a foreign language he didn't recognize and a pair of dark wash jeans. The pants and socks had proved far more difficult to put on than the shirt, but he managed. In the corner, just as J.A.R.V.I.S said they would be, were a pair of black trainers. All in all, morning routines where not as hard as he thought they would be and he was quickly out the door.

After going through what seemed like miles of endless hallway after endless hallway, and turn by turn directions courtesy of J.A.R.V.I.S, he made it to his destination. The kitchen. The moment Loki saw who was in the kitchen, he immediately wanted to go back to his room. All of the Avengers were present, eating breakfast together. Probably against his better judgment, Loki went into the kitchen and found a place at the table, in the corner next to Thor's chair, while his brother went got something for him to eat. Needless to say, it was incredibly awkward. The others were just staring at him while he stared at his hands that were neatly folded in his lap. It was almost as if he were a child that had done something wrong and was trying to avoid eye contact with parents, but there people were not his parents, and his did something a lot worse than break a vase. Granted, he wasn't really the one in control, but that didn't change the fact that parts of New York still had yet to be fully repaired. For the second time in half an hour, Loki was thankful of his brother's newfound speed and sense of urgency, as Thor came to the table carrying two plates of pop tarts. Knowing his brother's small appetite, he placed the plate with two of the breakfast pastries in front of Loki, sat down, and began eating one of the eight on his plate. Loki had never eaten Earth food before and he expected it to be pretty awful. He was again pleasantly surprised when he realized that it was actually quite good. The pastry was warm and filled with an unfamiliar sugary brown substance. A newfound favorite of his. He had always had a sweet tooth.

"Chocoholic?" Tony said, interrupting Loki's savoring of the food.

Loki looked at the man, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion, and slight worry. What is a chocoholic? Is it dangerous?

Sensing the god's confusion, Tony explained. "A Chocoholic is someone who really likes chocolate, the thing you're eating.

"Ahhh, so that's what it's called." Loki thought to himself as he took a sip of the light brown colored drink in the white ceramic mug in front of him. Much like his brother, he found it delicious. They had nothing like it on Asgard and was beginning to wonder why.

"And what is this?" he asked the billionaire.

"That magical beverage, is called coffee." Tony replied. "Why? You like it?"

"Quite a lot actually." Loki was beginning to wonder why the man was being so kind, or perhaps tolerant was a better word, to him. He wondered if it was an apology for screaming at him yesterday while he was so defenseless, but he didn't put all his money on it.

"Alright Antlers, if you're gonna be living here, we need to set some ground rules."

Loki understood. He was actually waiting for them to tell him the rules of the tower.

"Rule number one, when you leave the tower, tell someone. We don't need to waste time looking for you if you just went to the park or something. Rule number two, stay in the city. Rule number three, keep this on you at all times." Tony threw him a small, thin, box shaped item that was silver plastic on one side and a blackish glass on the other.

"That is a cell phone. You can make calls, get directions, and most importantly, it has a tracker in it so we always know where you are. You also may want this." Another thing was thrown to him. It was a slim square of leather. When Loki opened it, he found eleven green slips of paper in a back slit compartment. Two had the number twenty on them, two with the number ten, two with five, and five with one. Along with the paper in a small, see through plastic casing was a card with his photograph and information. Date of birth, February 8, 1988, age twenty-five, born in New York, New York, currently living in New York, New York.

"That is a wallet. It has money in it, our currency system works a lot like yours does. The number on the bill is how much it is worth. You also have an ID, made by S.H.I.E.L.D., for just in case. Okay, now for rule number four, be home by midnight. It'll be easier to notice if you've been kidnapped or killed when you're not home by a certain time. Then we can start looking for you. Rule number five, I cannot stress this enough, do not bring home strange bed partners. The tower has been free of those for almost a year now and I'd like to celebrate that anniversary. Think you can handle that?"

Loki nodded.

"Alright then, now for some general rules to follow when out in the city. Stay away from stairs. Unless you want to be on America's Funniest Videos, find an elevator. Eat street food at your own risk. Some you can trust, some will give you food poisoning. The walking man means go and the hand means don't go. Unless you want to get hit, but I do have to say, pancake is not a fun shape to be. Taxis are okay, stay out of any other cars unless you know the person. Always have a map. New York is big and it can be confusing. Besides, you're okay if you have a map, but people will not want to help you as much if you have an atlas. Do not give all your money to homeless people. It's good to help but you know what they say, everything in moderation. Finally, if you're on the subway, don't even try to understand the announcements, you never will. Even native New Yorkers who have lived here all their lives, still can't understand it. Now, go. No doubt you want to explore and crap like that."

That he did, and so he did not hesitate to go follow rule number one, find the elevator. Once he figured it out and got to the lobby, he went straight for the door. To his surprise, the doors opened for him, but that wasn't his main priority. He finally saw the city and even he, who had grown up in the fortress called the Asgardian palace, had to admit it. New York was amazing.

A little late, but I hope you all liked it. See ya next time! Don't forget to review! :-)