An early chapter for my lovelies! I have a favor to ask of you fellow readers, there was this story that I had fallen in love with called 'Sound the Bugle', an Avengers Dark!Loki/OC/Bruce story that was rated M that I can no longer find. Though I had favorite it it's no longer there and I can't seem to find it anywhere on the site! If any of ya have info on this story please PM me ASAP!

Chapter Five~

The night ended with no more consequences, Betty Ross kept her distance from Bruce and I since I refused to leave his side again. Though thoroughly shaken from his attempt to say he loved me, I wouldn't leave him again when he was vulnerable. We all left the party around two am; Pepper was asleep in Tony's arms and Natasha was nearly there on Clint's arm. It was rather cute to be honest since Natasha has the whole 'tough girl' attitude going on and she was a bit tipsy as well. By the time we returned to the Tower everyone was ready to fall asleep and so we spread out to our own bedrooms. As I was heading for mine imposter Bruce held tightly to my hand not wanting to let go, so resistant he was.

"Come on Bruce I gotta sleep!" I whined but he still wouldn't let go so I had to make a decision, either leave him or…

"Come on then." and pulling his hand gently towards my bedroom lead him step by step towards it.

"You-!" he gulped when he finally realized what I was trying to get at. Turning to see him, I smiled gently and said,

"Were two grown adults who are just sharing a bed, nothing more." his face was beet red, I mean BEET RED! He gulped twice before nodding, his face going from beet red to pale as we entered my bedroom. He took a seat on the bed as I got my pajamas and heading for the bathroom said,

"Just get comfy, and if you feel bold enough, take off your shirt." my comment was meant to tease and get a laugh out of him and it worked because he replied,

"This was all just a ploy wasn't it? To get me into your bed?" now I was laughing as I said between giggles,

"Just keep telling yourself that." and then I was in the bathroom changing. After getting out of my fancy dress and taking a shower I got into my pajamas, a pair of sweatpants and loose fitting t-shirt. Once dressed I came out to see imposter Bruce with his jacket, shirt and tie off only in his dress pants. Leaning against the doorframe I smirked before saying,

"Took my offer huh?" he blushed before patting the bed and saying,

"Only because I don't wanna be hot."

"Right sure, whatever." I said dismissively going over to the bed and pulling back the blankets got in with him not having moved. Laughing, moved over for him to get in and he did but taking his time. When at last we were lying down together in the bed I stayed awake not used to having another person's body heat near me. It must have been twenty minutes before I asked,

"Bruce, you awake?"

"No." he said softly and when I turned I found his eyes covered by an arm. Giggling, I nudged him in the side and he chuckled softly which gave me an idea. I tickled him mercilessly! His laughter was almost like a drug; I rarely heard it so honest and free flowing before. It was usually only a single chuckle or snicker but not like this. After a while I was leaning up with both hands tickling his sides as he tried to get me off him. Finally he had had enough and flipped me so that I was lying beneath him, his hands holding my wrists. As the laughter died down I saw that same spark from the ball in his eye and realized I had maybe taking it a bit too far.

"Bruce, I'm sorry." I said between breaths and he chuckled before saying,

"No, you're not." and then he tickled me! For hours we did this back and forth tickle torture until we were panting and lying flat on our backs.

"That was too much." I said between gasps of air and all he could say back was a 'huh'. At last I calmed down and he did as well so I curled into his side and rested my head on his chest. He sighed and said something I couldn't hear so I asked him what he said.

"I said, last time I was in this position you disappeared." his voice was strained as he said this, as if reliving a horrible memory so I propped myself on my elbow and looked him right in the eye before saying,

"I'm not going anywhere, again." and then I was asleep, curled into the warmth and familiar scent that soothed me. But my night was about to be plagued with horrific sights and feelings; memories. I was being dragged by the arms into a black van, the fingers digging into my flesh leaving bruises before getting tossed into the back. The back was separated from the front where the people got in, dressed in all black but with green ties with a large 'H' on them. We drove for hours as I tried to blast my way out of the van, but it was secured with some type of flame resistant cover. When at last we stopped I was too exhausted to fight back though I was crying my eyes out. I begged and begged as they tossed me into a jet plane where three men carried me into a cell. The plane ride was twice as long before we landed again and then it was pain, pain, pain and more pain. Needles and pills and stabbing chemicals before the last and most disturbing dream; getting forced into a glass tube filled with water in nothing more than two strips of cloth to cover me. As I screamed water filled my lungs and I began to pass out before—

"BRUCE!" and then there was movement beside me, arms taking me into a chest and a head resting atop mine.

"It's ok, you're ok, your fine, your safe." a voice said and once I recognized that it was imposter Bruce I settled down. Crying into his chest, I sobbed and sobbed until I couldn't anymore, I was worn out completely. Lying limp against his chest, I recounted everything, every horrific moment to his silence. I must have fallen asleep again because when I woke next I was face to face with imposter Bruce. His eyes were shut and his face was ever so peaceful; no worry lines marring his face, no bags under his eyes, all muscles loose instead of tense. With a sudden overwhelming urge, I leaned in and brushed my nose against his and murmured,

"Morning."

"Is it?" he asked not opening his eyes but instead turning away from me while taking the blanket with him. Scratching my head, I turned to my alarm clock to see it was nearly ten in the morning!

"Come on Bruce were late!" I said excitedly as I got out of the bed, or more like jumped, and took the blankets with me.

"Hey now that's not nice." Bruce said turning back to look at me but I had already thrown the blankets away from his reach. He growled softly before getting on his knees and said,

"I want, those, back."

"Too bad! We're going to train!" I cried happily as I dug through my burrow for cloths to wear.

"Train? Train for what?" he asked from behind me and turning found him just behind me, how'd he move so fast?! Sighing deeply, I looked away suddenly feeling very timid and shy. I had just spent the night sleeping next to him and NOW I was shy!

"I don't want to feel like that again," I murmured not looking at him but instead at the bed where all my nightmares laid.

"Like what?" he asked taking my cheek into his hand and turning my face to see him. His eyes were so warm and understanding that I couldn't hold back saying,

"Helpless." he made some sort of sobbing noise before wrapping me into his embrace, my head going under his chin. He rocked me back and forth for a few moments before pulling me back to look me dead in the eye and said softly,

"You're not helpless, and I won't let anything happen to you again." smiling softly I said in a fake chipper voice,

"Then lets' go!" and so he left, taking his forgotten clothing with him and headed for his own bedroom while I changed into some workout cloths. Once showered and dressed I headed out into the kitchen where I found the rest of the group lounging around either in the kitchen itself or the living room.

"Guys! Time ta train!" I said smiling and at my voice everyone turned to see me with a question on their faces.

"Huh?" asked Tony coming over towards me.

"You all heard me, I'm off to train. So, whose coming?" I asked tilting my head to one side and crossing my arms over my chest. As everyone tried to wrap their brains around what I had said, an alarm sounded and a voice said,

"Sir, Director Fury and a guest are here to see you."