Hey everyone! So here's another chapter and everything. Now, the story on here is caught up with everything I already have written down, so the time between updates is going to slow down.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC Robin.

On the way to the facility, we ran into an abnormal amount of traffic problems. They ranged from unbearably slow drivers, to the ones who were so impatient that they were riding on the very back of our car, to unfixed roads, construction areas, even a large amount of kids who just didn't know how to cross the road, and, not to mention the normal, everyday traffic jam that the main street always got in New York. It was extremely irritating, and by the time we finally reached the facility, I was put into a foul mood. Patience never was my virtue. I snarled and mumbled to myself angrily about how people these days just couldn't drive as I jumped out of the car and stormed inside. The others went ahead of me to the lab, and I decided that it was in everyone's best interest to stay back in the lobby and let out a bit of steam, lest I destroy the whole lab in my fury. I paced around, trying to keep myself from exploding, but I only managed to frustrate myself more just for the sheer fact that I couldn't calm myself down. To be honest, I felt pretty pathetic for that fact. I stopped when I heard someone speak, "What seems to be the matter?"

I grumbled in an irritated voice, "I hate people." I was caught a little off guard by this voice, I had isolated myself from everyone pretty well. How could someone sneak in here without me knowing?

The unidentified man chuckled, "You don't hate me, though." Before I could turn around to face stranger, I felt arms wrap around me in a hug from behind. I was about to hit this stranger and throw him across the room for this action, but I stopped, noticing the golden arm guards. I turned my head to face the man, and sure enough, there stood Loki, but with no disguise this time. He smiled and kissed my cheek, "Hello there, Robin."

"Uh . . . hi. . ." I said quietly, "What are you doing here out in plain sight?"

"I could easily tell you were upset, so I figured a visit would improve your mood. Besides, you are fairly well isolated at the moment, and none of your friends would dare to disturb you when you're mad."

I nodded slowly, "True. . ."

He chuckled, "Of course it's true." He turned me around so that I was facing him and kissed me.

I blushed a deep red and giggled a bit, "Uh. . ."

He smiled, chuckling at my blush, "It appears that I was right."

I laughed, "Oh really?"

"But then again, I'm always right," Loki said with a smug grin.

"Just for that," I said with a smile, "I'm going to find at least one time where you were wrong!"

He laughed, "Good luck with that, mortal."

I giggled, "Don't need luck, I've got stubbornness and ninja skills on my side."

"Oh?" he asked teasingly, "Is that so?"

"Yeah! I'm like an escape artist!"

He grinned at me mischievously, "Shall we put that to the test, then?"

I smiled at him, about to reply, but paused and thought for a moment. "Maybe later," I said, "right now I actually need to help with the investigation, now that I'm not, you know, exploding or anything."

Loki sighed, "Very well." He wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug, holding me close for a few moments. "I shall see you later," he said, gently kissing my forehead.

I smiled softly, "Okay." I said a quiet farewell to him as he vanished into thin air yet again. I stood there for a few moments, trying to regain my composure, for the God of Mischief managed to turn me into pudding with his charming personality and captivating looks. Once I recovered from his surprise visit, I ran down the hallway to meet up with the others. "So, what do we have?" I asked, entering the room they were all in.

Stark thrust his thumb towards a computer screen filled with many open tabs with black backgrounds and green wording, "All on there, Sparky."

I nodded and walked to the computer, peering at the screen and widening my eyes a bit from shock that I shouldn't have had. The DNA from the hair sample I had picked up at the crime scene was an exact match to Loki. I tried to hold in my cry of surprise, but suppressing it only managed to make me let out a strangled growl instead. I should have known. He wasn't just going to suddenly stop his antics because of one simple change of attitude towards one measly mortal. I felt so stupid. I looked back to the others, straining to keep my voice as calm and normal as possible, "So, looks like a certain God of Mischief isn't quite done messing with us."

Steve nodded, "Seems like it."

"Might as well help the others look for him, now that Robin's here," Stark said, "He's probably using the convicts for his own personal gain. We find him, we find the convicts."

I nodded, still slightly upset that I could have believed such a stupid notion that Loki had changed. Steve had noticed my discomfort, "Robin, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said quickly, trying to resume my normally stoic expression.

Steve nodded, but I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't convinced, "Well, we should probably start our search then, do a sweep around the city and everything."

"Right," I said, burying my feelings, "Let's go, then." I walked out into the busy city without even pausing for the others to catch up. I practically ran down the sidewalk, swerving around the large crowds of people. There were still a few things I had to do before starting the search.