So while I was writing this I was listening to this great song called "Free" by Graffiti6. I strongly recommend it, because it reminds me so much of these two. Also Unchained Melody by the Righteous Brothers.
Steve made his way back up to SHIELD's hospital unit, thoughts of Loki dashed in his mind before he frustratingly pushed them aside and turned his focus back on his teammates. Clint was still on a chair outside with his head buried in his hands. "Any news?" Steve asked. The look from Bruce's face said it all. No change. Steve joined Bruce and began thinking back to the fight. They were a sort of blob. So bullets and arrows could go through them. What about lightning? Had Thor been able to hit them with Mjonir before they got him? Maybe fire. If he could get his hands on a flamethrower and test that out on them.
Steve was so caught up in thought, he didn't even look up or notice when a nurse emerged from the room.
"You can come in now" she said.
Bruce and Clint got up, starting to walk in before Bruce turned. "Captain?" He asked, looking at Steve's motionless body, blankly staring at the cream colored wall. He placed a hand on Steve's shoulder, "Captain" He repeated. This time Steve looked up.
"Oh, can we go in now?" He asked.
Bruce nodded, and they both went in. Three beds in a row held three of the six Avengers. Tony was awake, looking annoyed while Natasha seemed to stir after Clint sat next to her and took her hand in his, stroking it. Thor was breathing deeply, eyes closed. Steve and Bruce walked to Tony, who seemed the most intact at the time being. "Tony, what happened up there?" Steve asked, using his best Captain voice to hide how scared he was.
Tony looked at him, his eyes giving him the famous Tony Stark "You've got to be kidding me" look. "Well Muscle man and I went to distract them, but they were expecting us, and jumped Thor before he could even begin to attack. I grabbed him and-" Tony interrupted himself, " God I am starving, JARVIS"
"Yes sir?"
"Can you get someone to bring some food? Maybe a burger or a pizza from that place down the road"
"Right away sir"
"Tony" Bruce said, looking at Tony, "stay on track"
Tony nodded, "Sorry. So anyway, I took him back and while I was getting out of my equipment, another one of those little shits shot me before going away in its sphere spaceship. I passed out and woke up in here." "Starving." He added.
Steve rolled his eyes, "okay Tony, is that all you remember?"
Tony thought, "Thor was mumbling something, but I couldn't hear him over my heart beating in terror and my GROWLING STOMACH. JARVIS! Where is that burger?"
Steve turned to Bruce, "That's all we're getting from him today I suspect."
That was when Fury burst in. "The hell are we going to do with these aliens running around and three Avengers down?" He shouted. "Oh good you're up." He said to Tony. "I need you to tell me everything."
"Only after I eat" Tony grumbled, fed up with the lack of food he was getting.
"Fury" Steve started, only to be glared at by Fury, causing him to slightly fear for his life, "I was wondering if we had… A flame thrower?" He mentally smacked himself, how stupid he must sound. Apparently he did sound stupid, because Fury's eyebrows shot up.
"A flamethrower? Eh? You think a FUCKING FLAME THROWER will even make a dent in these little fucks, that are going to run around and destroy the city? God, if only Thor were awake. He might have knowledge of them."
"Loki does" Steve replied, angry that his idea was so quickly shot down.
"Loki? Well I'll see what I can get out of him then." And with that, Fury turned on his heel and was out of the ward.
Steve sighed and decided that he really needed to punch something. He made his way out of the ward and went to the gym.
Several Hours Later (so it's maybe 10 at night)
Steve gave one last good punch to the bag, feeling the sweat, that was trickling down from his face, flying onto the floor. Steve panted, getting his stuff together, and making his way out. His hair wet with sweat along with his clothes was enough to tell anyone he had pushed himself. He went to the kitchen, grabbing a carton of milk, a package of Oreos, two glasses, and 2 apples.
In the basement, the guards had gone for the night, and the only light was coming from Loki's cell. Steve went to his room, turning the light on placing the items down, and going into Lok's. "Did Fury have a nice talk with you?" He joked slightly. Loki nodded, not looking up. Steve frowned, "Well I'm going to take a shower. I'll be right out." No response. Steve went to take his shower, letting the hot water soothe his now aching, sore muscles. After getting out, he put on a blue t-shirt and some sweatpants. He grabbed the food and went back into Loki's room. "Hey, I brought some snacks" he said, waving the Oreos in front of him as a white flag. Loki turned to look at him, unamused.
"I'm not weak" Loki said matter of factly.
"What?" Steve said, confused.
"I'm. Not. Weak" Loki said again, standing up.
Steve backed up, "I never said you were.. Loki what's going on?"
"Did you send Fury down here to taunt me?" Loki said abruptly, raising his voice.
"What? No, Loki what are you talking about?"
"Fury came down, basically saying "even though you're weak and powerless, you may still be smart" and went on to grill me on every detail I knew about the Njut, threatening me if I didn't answer him." With that, Loki broke down. He sat on his bed and began to tear up at the eyes slightly. "I'm not weak, I don't need you. I am still a god."
Steve smiled sadly, he'd had this feeling whenever Bucky had stood up for him. He sat next to Loki, bringing the food. "I know you're not" he said, offering Loki an Oreo. Loki took it in his hand and stared at it.
"What do I do with it?" He asked.
Steve smiled, "You eat it," he put a cookie in his mouth and then took a swig of milk. "Like this" he said with his mouth full.
Loki wiped his eyes, "you are indeed a strange man Mr. Rogers" he nibbled on the cookie and then took a small sip of the milk, chewing slowly, letting the flavors mix.
"Sometimes the strange helps me go on with life" He said, taking another cookie.
Loki turned to Steve, "I finished that book you know." He went closer, "Blanche's insecurity with herself was really the reason of her downfall. If she had only been truthful to not only herself, but the ones she cared about, she would have indeed had a most splendid life."
"You don't say" Steve said, he swallowed, looking into Loki's eyes. The red had gone from a terrifying blood color to a more relaxed maroon. They both leaned in closer, the dim light seemed to be fading and Loki could feel Steve's hot breath practically run down his neck.
It was then that the SHIELD alarm went off