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Steve could genuinely say he had never been so scared. Not even when he was about to crash into the ocean, thinking he would die.

It had all started that morning. Loki had admitted to feeling worse than the previous day, which Tony had told him -more like yelled at him- was due to his using up his energy wandering around the mansion looking for Steve. The sickly God had been put on strict bedrest for the day, no magic, for it would use up his energy, and no getting out of bed. Steve had sighed at the time, seeing the glint in Loki's eyes at being ordered around in such a way. It would only spark defiance.

They left Loki to rest, seeing the God could barely keep his eyes open despite only being woken up a half hour prior. Steve headed down to the lab with Tony, not having anything better to do.

"Steve, if you don't stop pacing i'm going to get Thor to put Mjolnir on your head."

Steve halted, broken from his musings. Tony tutted at him, pulling off his gloves to take Steves face in his hands, forcing the soldier to stare directly into his eyes.

"Listen to me. I know you're worried about him. I'm worried about him. We're all worried about him, Steve, and we're not all head over heels in love with him like you. But there's nothing we can do right now. he's sick, yes, but he's also a God, and we just don't know enough about him to help him yet, and anything we do could just make it worse. He's doing everything he can to make himself better by sleeping. He's safe and he will. be. fine. Relax a little. Go find Thor, ask him about some of Loki's childhood stories or something, that should lighten you up a bit."

Steve bit his lip and nodded, knowing he was getting on Tony's nerves. He shook Tony's hands off of his face, striding out of the room. Perhas he would take Tony's advice and find Thor, he always seemed to get a kick out of talking about his brother, and had to be just as worried as Steve was about their resident Trickster. He made his way to the Kitchen, where Thor was often found, and bit back his disappointment at the lack of Thor he found there. He turned to leave and almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice.

"Thor left to go see Jane, if he was who you're looking for." Bruce Banner sat on the couch, reading through the science section. Of course. Steve approached, perching himself on the seat across from the doctor.

"Oh...um yeah, i just wanted to talk to him about...stuff." Steve stammered, not really wanting to reveal that he wanted the Thunder God as a companion for his worrying.

"About Loki" Bruce peered at him over his glasses, a knowing look in his eyes.

Steve sighed. "Yes. About Loki"

"What about me?" Both heads turned at lightning speed, almost comically, towards the intruder. Loki stood, panting, gasping even, against the far wall, his face flushed a vivid shade of red, eyes closed, body drooping. Bruce stood faster than Steve could say Hulk, and walked over to the struggling Loki. Steve stood back a little, incredibly worried, but not wanting to seem overbearing.

"What're you doing up, Loki?"

The God of mischief turned his head up from its drooping position to fix Steve with a sharp look.

"It was not...without necessity...I woke from my rest...and found myself regurgitating...blood...I was dizzy...confused.." Loki was pale as a sheet by now, sweat dripping down his face, gasping for breath, one hand pulling at his collar as though it were restricting him, and his mouth opened as he tried desperately to finish his line of reasoning. Thankfully, Bruce finished for him, laying a hand over the God's shaking ones, letting him know it was okay to stop.

"And you knew you needed help. We were the closest you could find." Which was terrible really, considering Loki's room was on another floor, across the other side of the tower. They should have thought of this, a way to let them know if he really needed help. Steve wanted to slap himself for not thinking of it sooner, and for not checking in on Loki more often. He wanted to slap himself even harder as Loki started retching, coughing up blood, before falling to his knees on the floor, eyes drifting shut.

Bruce followed the God to the floor, helping him remain at least kneeling instead of face down on the floor. He tapped Loki's face, going so far as to reach for the glass of water on the table beside him and splash a little in Loki's face.

"Come on Loki, stay with us. Open your eyes, you know how Steve loves your eyes. He's right here, come on, look at him for me. That's it"

Loki's eyelids fluttered open, his glazed pupils staring into Steve's eyes. He spoke softly, his speech slurred. Steve realized he probably wasn't even aware of his words, but his heart still did loops at the repeated "Steve...love you."

"Steve."

"Steve! I need you to go get Tony. Call him or go get him physically, I don't care. JARVIS is calling Thor, he might be able to tell us more about Loki's physiology, but I need you to carry Loki to the medical suite and I need Tony to help me, okay? This is wreaking havoc on his system, it's making his whole system go into shut down. We need to help him before it gets any worse or he's going to die Steve, you hear me? Die. Now, go get Tony"

Those words rang in his ears through his entire phone call with Tony, and soon they were both down in the medical suite, Loki fighting for his life against a Midgardian illness, all whilst some of Tony's best medical proffessionals had no idea what to do because their patient wasn't even human.

Steve's bottom lip wasn't going to have any skin left on it by the end of the day.

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