"What in the world are you talking about Tony?" Natasha sat down next to Clint on the sofa carefully handing him his drink while sipping her own. She noted a look from Tony suggesting she should have got him a drink, to which she rolled her eyes.

"I'm talking about Loki. Something happened to him Friday."

"What makes you say that?" Natasha sat back into the sofa as Bruce questioned Tony's logic. She enjoyed the two of them arguing about nothing in particular. The entertainment value of their arguments dropped as soon as it headed into topics she knew nothing about. A debate about Loki and his private life showed good promise.

"He came in on Saturday wearing the same clothes as Friday."

"Thor's been known to wear the same clothes for weeks on end; maybe he forgot how to work the washing machine again." Tony scoffed at Bruce's excuse. Natasha smiled and rested her head on Clint's shoulder. As the two geniuses continued arguing he whispered to her.

"I love it when they fight."

"So do I." She replied. Natasha looked to the door as it slid open. Loki walked in.

"Hey braniacs," Clint called, "Why don't you ask him?" Natasha tried not to laugh; Loki resembled a deer caught in the headlights as Tony practically jumped over the back of the sofa and marched up to him.

"Loki, what happened on Friday?" Tony demanded.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Loki laughed, clearly trying to get Tony to step away; despite his small stature he was somehow inches from the gods face.

"You and Lyn?" Bruce chipped in from the sofa. Even from the sofa Natasha saw the colour drain from Loki's face. Tony laughed triumphantly.

"So something did happen!"

"Well, I…uh…" Loki stammered.

"Loki?" Bruce asked, turning to face them, draping his arm over the back of the sofa.

"We slept together." Loki admitted bluntly.

There was silence for a few minutes, besides Loki attempting to catch his breath after his panicked confession.

"Have I done something wrong?" he asked eventually. Tony's expression changed completely.

"No, no…" he looked down, thinking about something. "I need to make a phone call." He muttered before leaving. Bruce waved Loki over to the sofa. He decided to join them. Natasha still stared at him. She knew Lyn hadn't been entirely sober that night. Maybe it was her prejudice against the man that had called her a 'mewling quim', but she wasn't entirely convinced Loki was going to be in the right here. Clint apparently had the same idea as her, and spoke as soon as Loki sat down.

"Did she consent?" he asked bluntly. Consent, or rather the lack of it, had been a sore spot for Clint since the incident with the tesseract.

"Of course." Loki said. "I returned her to her home and she told me to come inside for some hot chocolate. She needed to sober up and she probably wouldn't have drunk any should I have left; so I agreed. She didn't say anything for a while, and then she just…" Loki went quiet, leaving his mouth hanging open. Natasha noticed the corner of his mouth twitch slightly. That must have been when it had started. She didn't particularly want to hear the details of the whole thing. Luckily neither did Bruce.

"We get the idea; we just wanted to make sure. She was drunk."

"I would never take advantage of a woman like that. Neither would Thor. We were raised to be respectful to women. That and we had Lady Sif to keep us thoroughly in check." Natasha smiled at the thought of a slightly smaller, perhaps even weedier Loki getting beaten up by the Sif she'd seen in file photos. Bruce placed his hand on Loki's shoulder.

Meanwhile in the hallway, Tony was making his important phone call.

"Hello?" A confused voice that Tony didn't recognise answered the phone.

"It's Tony."

"Tony Stark. Hello." The voice got slightly higher. This was the voice Tony recognised; it was Lyn's roommate.

"Is Lyn there?"

"Uh, yeah…." There was a muffled movement of the phone and Tony could swear he heard a familiar male voice in the background.

"What do you want Tony." Lyn sounded irritated.

"Did I hear Steve in the background there?" There was a silence. Tony imagined Lyn shooting a look at Emily and the guest that was possibly Steve. He'd been on the receiving end of Lyn's looks; it was not enjoyable.

"I'm not at liberty to discuss that. What do you want?" She asked again. Tony heard a door shut on the other end of the line and the other voices had stopped. Lyn had moved to another room.

"I'm calling about Friday. You and Loki, bedroom antics and such…"

"Did he say anything?"

"He's talking to the others; I wanted to talk to you." Tony heard Lyn sigh and predicted she was rubbing her nose like she did when he was behind on paperwork.

"It's fine Tony. I wasn't as drunk as everyone thought. The air sobered me up and…I took an opportunity okay. You can't judge me for that."

"I'm not judging you." He paused, wondering what direction to take the conversation in. "I just wouldn't like it if my favourite assistant was forced to take a leave of absence. Again."

"I'm your only assistant."

"You're forgetting about Pepper."

"Pepper was your guardian."

"You're still dodging my question."

Lyn sighed again. Tony waited for her reply. She sounded tired, was that good or bad? What was Monday going to be like? Saturday wasn't horrible as no-one else knew, but now…

"Safety is always a priority Tony. I'll see you tomorrow." The background noise of Lyn's apartment ceased with a soft click.

Tony walked back into the lounge in time to see Bruce place his hand on Loki's shoulder.

a/n: I apologize if this chapter seems awkwardly written. I just wanted to make it really clear that Lyn and Loki were two responsible consenting adults. I don't like accidental ambiguity in my writing, especially when it comes to sex.