Well, here's the next chapter, everyone! We've reached about twenty chapters now! Yay! Anyway, once again, another long chapter, but it's rather dramatic, so it shouldn't be too bad for it's length. I get carried away when I start writing in my story, ha ha. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC Robin.

I was in a dreamy haze. A sleep that was so deep that all noise from outside of my random dream was blocked out. I mumbled softly as I felt something slightly shift from underneath me, in turn, causing me to shift slightly. I heard faint voices in the distance, softly, discussing something which my mortal ears could not hear. Eventually, a single voice got louder and louder until it woke me up entirely. "What the hell is going on here?!" I heard Steve say in a furious and panicked tone.

My eyes snapped open, and, to my utmost surprise and despair, I was still in Loki's arms. I looked up to see him glaring venomously at my brother, who was glaring right back at him in an eternal staring contest of death-glares. "We're dead!" I automatically said, knowing the terrible situation we were in. My previously relaxed breathing was now short and shallow from panic.

They both stopped their fiery stares at each other and looked to me as soon as I had spoken. "Robin," Steve said, looking at me with a mixture of concern and anger, "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine, Steve," I replied.

"I would not hurt Robin," Loki inputted softly.

Steve resumed glaring at him, "And how am I supposed to believe a single word you say?" he growled at him, "You lie all of the time! Now let her go!"

Loki narrowed his eyes, a cold expression in them. He slightly tightened his hold on me, "Why should I?" he hissed, "There is no harm being done."

I sighed, I could already tell that this wasn't going to end well. I should probably step in before they kill each other. "Loki," I said softly and he looked at me, his harsh expression softening as his eyes met mine, "Might as well do what he says for now, we don't want drama. . ."

He sighed and held me for a few moments longer, murmuring softly, "But I do not want him to take you away from me. . ."

"I know, I know," I said, trying to sound somewhat reassuring, "Let's just talk to him and hope for the best." He sighed and nodded slightly, hesitating before finally letting me go. I gave him a tight hug before standing up and facing Steve.

My brother glared at me, "What's the meaning of this? Why is he in our base?"

I flinched at the sound of his voice, a normally kind and gentle tone was now harsh and cold, almost unrecognizable from the Steve I had known for years. "I . . . uh . . ."

"Why, Robin?" he asked angrily, "Don't you know how reckless and stupid this is?"

The accusation he threw at me like a bullet only made me feel even worse. "Steve. . ."

"And why the hell is he in your room?!" he interrupted.

That was a good question. It was something that I didn't know how to explain to the protective brother. Just then, Ayame rushed in, her hair wild and crazy from sleep. "I heard yelling," she said, slightly panting from her run down the hall, "Who died?" She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Loki. "Oh. . ." she trailed off, her eyes widening. I could tell by the surprise and shock on her face that she didn't tell Steve anything. He must have tried waking me up by knocking on the door, and then going into the room to see why I wasn't responding.

Steve looked to Ayame, still pretty pissed, "Did you know about any of this?"

She looked at him and tried to seem convincing, but she always had a horrible poker face, "Er . . . no."

He knew that she was lying, I could tell just by the look in his eyes, "You did. Why didn't you tell me?"

Ayame winced, "I didn't tell you because I only learned of it yesterday and it wasn't hurting anyone."

He narrowed his eyes, "Not hurting anyone? What would happen when they'd have to fight each other in battle, then?"

I had enough of this conversation and decided to try and sneak my way out. I slowly backed away from the two as they were conversing. Wanna make a run for it via teleportation?

Loki subtly nodded, Sounds good.

'Kay. I continued quietly backing up until Steve turned to face me.

"And where do you think you're going? We're not done discussing this!"

I froze in place and replied as smoothly as I could, "Uh, I was going to go to the bathroom."

He glared at me, "It can wait."

I touched my heart and looked at him in faked shock and hurt to try and get him to agree to letting me leave for a "bathroom break". "You'd deprive your poor sister the use of a toilet?"

"You can hold it," he snapped furiously, "Enough of your games! Now sit down and stay put!" I widened my eyes and nodded, once again plopping down on the bed. I was shocked and left speechless. Steve yelled at me. He almost never yelled at anyone! He took a deep breath and said in a strained tone, trying to sound as level as possible, "Can anyone please explain all of this?" he gestured to Loki and me.

We were all silent. We had no clue on what to say. No one had ever seen Steve act this way, even when he had arguments with Stark every now and then he wasn't as mad as he was now. I sighed sadly, Wanna use that Silver Tongue of yours to help me out, here?

Loki looked at me and gently took my hand in his, I'm afraid you'll have to do this alone. I fear that anything I say will make things worse.

Shit. . .

He gave me a reassuring pat on the hand he held, You'll be fine. . .

I looked up at Steve, whose arms were crossed impatiently. The rather unpleasant scowl on his face worried me and made me doubt myself. "Well," I began hesitantly, "I suppose I can explain it. . ."

Steve raised an eyebrow, "Out with it," he said impatiently.

I sighed, "Well, uh, I . . . we . . . we've been kind of seeing each other like this for a while."

He narrowed his eyes, "Do you even realize the danger that you're putting everyone in?"

I shrunk back, "N-no," I stuttered, "but nothing's happened, right?"

"And you call the prison exploding nothing? What about the Chitauri Invasion? Was that nothing?"

"No! But . . . that happened years ago. . ."

"Oh, and that makes things so much better, doesn't it?" he asked sarcastically.

"Things have changed since then," I said quietly, feeling less and less confident every second. Now I knew that this wouldn't end well.

"Apparently they haven't changed enough! That prison attack only happened yesterday. Yesterday! Might I remind you who was behind all of that?"

Loki and I both shifted uncomfortably at this statement. "But. . ." I trailed off.

"Can't think of anything to say to that, can you?" Steve shot back. He gave Loki a burning glare, "Get out of here! I don't want to see your face around here anymore!"

Loki narrowed his eyes, and then sighed. He looked to me sadly, "I'm sorry," he said softly, and then gave me a kiss before vanishing. I sighed at the now empty spot beside me.

"And you," Steve growled at me, "You won't be leaving the tower for a long time."

"You're grounding me? I'm twenty seven, you can't ground me anymore!"

"Then think of it as temporary imprisonment," he snarled, slamming the door shut and leaving me to myself. For the first time in many years, I silently cried.