Again, another really short chapter. I apologize, but a lot of my short chapters I feel had a good stopping point at that point, so yeah. XD But I suppose my really random, huge chapters kind of make up for it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC Robin

When I woke up, I was still in Stark Tower, but it was quiet. I looked out, seeing no more Chitauri invading. I touched my forehead and, to my surprise, the gash was gone. The only way I knew my head had been cut open was that my head was pounding now. I looked around before seeing the rest of the Avengers pointing their weapons at Loki, who had received a few cuts and bruises. "If it's all the same to you. . ." he said, "I'll have that drink now."

I stood up and walked towards the group, hanging back slightly. Loki glanced at me and gave me a small smile, which was received with a confused stare by me. I never managed to get the chance to ask him why he saved me before he was put in handcuffs and a muzzle, no doubt to keep him from persuading someone to set him free. Loki glanced at me once more and I mouthed the words "Thank you" to him. He gave me a small nod, letting me know that he had received the message. I never thought I would say those words to such a man, but I had come to the realization that, were it not for Loki, I would have been dead by now.

Natasha looked at me after Thor and Loki had departed to their home, Asgard. "How's your head?"

I blinked, somewhat distracted by my thoughts, "What? Oh, it's better, but it still kind of hurts."

"It looked like it was a pretty nasty hit. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine!"

"How hard did you get hit?" Bruce asked, going into doctor mode.

I was about to answer, but Natasha beat me to it, "Hard enough that her forehead got split open," she stared at my head, narrowing her eyes in confusion, "but it seems like it's healed. How it managed to heal that quickly is a mystery to me."

I was about to speak, and then paused. They would never believe me if I told them that it was Loki who had healed me, so I decided to lie, "I cauterized it with my own flame."

Bruce raised an eyebrow, "Is that even possible?"

I shrugged, "I managed to do it, so I guess so."

He shook his head, "I still want to check your head, make sure nothing's damaged internally and whatnot."

I sighed, "Fine. . ." I trudged after Bruce towards the nearest lab we could think of. Towards Stark Tower.

Once we reached the building, Bruce looked for Stark, "Sorry to crash your little remodeling party," he said when we had found him, "but could you show us to your lab? I need to take a look at Robin's head here."

Stark glanced at me, "Sparky's head get hit?"

Bruce nodded, "Yeah."

"But I'm fine! No one needs to look at my head!" I protested.

"Don't whine!" Bruce said, "It's better to be safe than sorry!"

Stark nodded, "Right this way, then." He started leading us to the laboratory. On the way there, we passed a Loki-shaped dent in the floor. I looked at it and winced slightly. That must have hurt!

You have no idea. . . a strange voice echoed in my head. I widened my eyes in surprise. What the hell was that? I snapped out of my thoughts when Stark yelled at me to hurry up. Once we reached the lab, Bruce had me lay down on a table and attached wires to my forehead. He looked into a screen that showed a sonogram of my brain and frowned, "That's odd. . ."

I looked up, worried, "What's odd?"

Bruce narrowed his eyes, "All of your brain functions are working fine, but. . ."

"But what?"

"I'm getting readings of this odd energy signature surrounding your brain . . . it appears to be increasing your neurological activity to an . . . abnormal rate. . ."

"Is that good or bad?"

"It's not harmful," he replied, "but it means you'll probably have trouble focusing. . ."

"How much of this weird energy is there?" I asked.

"About . . . twenty five percent," he turned off the machine and unhooked me from it, "We'll monitor it for now."