Hey everyone! Here's a new chapter up and everything! This one's probably one of my more longer chapters. And just as a side note, I'll be going on a little ski trip over the weekend so this will be my last chapter update for a few days.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC Robin.

It had been a few weeks since I had gotten in trouble. The tension between Steve and I wasn't so bad now, but we had never quite fully reconciled after our argument that fateful day. We still didn't quite know what to say to each other in regards to trying to make amends. However, he'd occasionally say things like "It's better this way" or "It's for your own good". I didn't really care whether or not if those words were true to the real situation; I still missed seeing Loki terribly. I sat in the kitchen, eating a waffle with chocolate chips in it. It was another awkwardly silent morning. I was the only one in Stark Tower. I had gotten sick a few days ago and that sickness had escalated into a fever earlier this morning. The other Avengers were out on a mission in Beverly, West Virginia. Steve decided that I should stay home due to my ailment.

The mission my friends were sent on was a mission to inspect a weird, otherworldly object that had crash landed a few miles away from the city they were going to. They had headed out to check up on the prison that had exploded and see how well its repairs were going before heading out on the jet. I sighed in boredom, lightly drumming the table with my fingers, I had wanted to go with them so badly, to finally get out of this stupid building, but no, I had to go and get myself sick. I was too weak to entertain myself with pranking random people on the streets below, or to make cute little fire animals with my flames, and there was absolutely nothing to watch on TV. Stark's house was way too confusing to navigate for someone as directionally challenged as I, so I couldn't for the life of me find any movies he had, which meant I literally had nothing to do.

I sighed and lay on the couch, the exhaustion of my fever finally taking its toll and making me want to sleep. I shivered, grabbing a warm, fuzzy red blanket and wrapping it around me tightly as I curled underneath the blanket and tried to keep myself from feeling cold. I closed my eyes and tried my hardest to sleep, but a faint walking sound kept me up. I opened an eye slightly and then opened my eyes completely when I saw a glass of water being held in front of me. I looked up, and, to my utmost surprise, I saw Loki in front of me. After being unable to see his face for longer than I had wanted, my heart practically soared as a smile spread on my face, "Loki!" but then I paused, "Why are you here? Not that I'm complaining or anything, but what about what Steve said? Or Jarvis?" Thankfully, I don't think my brother thought of having Jarvis raise an alarm if he saw Loki or anything. Steve was still horribly technologically illiterate.

Loki shook his head, "I do not care about either of those things at the moment." He handed me the water glass and continued, "You are unwell and I wanted to see you. . ."

I took the glass and sat up a little bit to take a small, tentative sip. "Thanks," I said with a small, rather weak smile.

He smiled gently, sitting beside me and placing the back of his hand on my forehead to check my temperature. He frowned and said softly, "You're burning up."

I shrugged limply and said in a quiet voice that was hoarse due to a sore throat, "I have a slightly higher body temperature than most people, so that means my fevers are higher too."

He nodded slightly, "Then get some rest. . ."

I gave him a tiny nod and laid back down, yawning and closing my eyes. I curled up into a little ball under the blanket, trying to once again stop my bothersome shivering. Loki hesitated for a moment before leaning against me to help warm me up, wrapping his arms around me in a close hug. I smiled a bit before closing my eyes and finally falling asleep. We had stayed like that for a while, with me occasionally waking up to sip some more water to help regulate my unbalanced temperature. I had soon broken my fever and felt a little better when I had eaten some toast. However, I was still weak and tired out from my sickness. Soon, my cell phone started ringing. I sighed and limply smacked the table in an effort to pick it up, but it was just too far away for me to reach without having to get up. Loki chuckled softly at my failed attempts before picking up the dark purple phone himself and handing it to me. I gave him a small smile in thanks before answering the phone and placing it to my ear. "Hello?" I mumbled sleepily.

It was Ayame I heard, and she sounded close to tears, "R-Robin. . ."

I stiffened at the scared and sad tone she had in her voice, my tired tone growing a bit more serious, but still horribly hoarse, "What happened?"

"There was . . . there was. . ." I heard her voice choke up and she couldn't continue her sentence.

I decided to ask a different question and find out what happened later, "Where are you at?"

"St. Joseph Hospital," she answered softly.

My heart stopped cold. Why would they be in a hospital when they were looking for an alien object? There was only one answer that popped into my mind. Something had gone horribly wrong. I nearly dropped my phone in my silent panic. "All right, I'm coming," I said in a strained voice, trying not to choke up myself.

Loki noticed my distress as I hung up, "What happened?"

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure someone got severely injured," I said quietly. "How am I supposed to get there on time?" I cautiously stood up and grabbed my nearby jacket.

He looked at me in disbelief, "You're going out there? But you are unwell. I do not think that choice is wise. . ."

I shook my head, "Probably not, but I don't care at this point. Someone got injured and I have to know if they'll be okay or not. I worry too much to just sit here and hope for the best. I'm more a woman of action."

He nodded and stood up as well, "Very well, I can easily believe that from you, Robin," he paused for a moment and said softly, "I can get you there, if you wish."

I looked to him and smiled a bit, despite the severity of the situation, "You would? Thank you. . ." I then relayed the location to him and he nodded, placing a firm hand on my shoulder. We both vanished in a flash of green light before reappearing just outside of the hospital. I took a few cautious steps to test my footing before running inside, which was probably the stupidest thing I've done. I almost tripped several times on the way there due to dizziness, and I had to stop several times to get my bearings and clear my vision when small rims of black outlined the outskirts of my field of vision. But I didn't care at that point, I was too busy panicking and assuming the worst. I soon entered the waiting room and was greeted by Stark, "Robin? How'd you get here so fast?"

"No time to explain," I said, breathless from my dash, "Where's everyone else? And what happened?"

Stark nodded, "It's a long story; I'll just take you to the others." He led me through the corridors in the hospital before stopping at a door numbered eighty three. I walked in and what I saw almost made me faint right then and there. I saw Steve, lying in a hospital bed with an IV attached to his left hand. He was bandaged up everywhere, the white bandages stained crimson from the blood that was still spilling a bit from the wounds. There were several severe burns on him that had been treated as best as they could and there was a tray beside the bed with bloody shrapnel that I could only assume was pulled from his skin where it hit him. He was barely conscious and his breathing was shallow. I had to put both of my hands over my mouth to keep from crying out. "Oh God," I whispered, tears threatening to spill. I hurried over to him and kneeled beside him. "Steve. . ." My voice choked up.

He blinked and looked at me with his eyes, not even moving his head to see me completely. He said in a hoarse, weak, and drowsy voice, "H-hey, Robin. . ."

I clenched my jaw, choking back the cry of agony that wanted to be set free. "Steve . . . what happened?"

He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, swallowing, "I don't . . . remember."

My lower lip quivered, I was afraid that I was losing him, "Steve, don't leave me," I whispered. My heart pounded when he didn't respond. That hit my panic button, "Steve. . . Oh God, Steve, I'm so sorry . . . please . . . don't leave me. I . . . I need you." I bowed my head with my hands clasped together and big, fat tears running down my cheeks. I couldn't bear the thought of losing the only family I had. He had saved me from the streets and my past life. He found me, broken, bruised, and bleeding, near starved and took me in without even questioning where I came from or who I was. He saved my life many years ago, and I felt that I didn't have any more chances to thank him for putting up with me for so long. I needed him. Without my brother, I didn't know what I would do with myself.

My depressing thoughts were interrupted with an angry mumble from Stark, "What are you doing here?" I didn't even bother to look up. I cared about nothing except the safety of my brother at this point.

"Is now really the time for that?" a smooth, uniquely accented man asked. I immediately knew who it was. I heard footsteps coming closer to our direction. I felt the man's arms wraps around me in a tight, comforting hug. "Robin," he said quietly in my ear, "it's all right. . ."

I looked up at Loki, ignoring the tense and confused expressions of the other people in the room. I was still crying. "How do you know?"

He gently wiped my tears away with his thumb and murmured, "Your brother is strong. He will make it."

I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath, "But what if he doesn't? What will happen then? What if . . . what if. . ." I couldn't finish my question.

He held me close to him, gently stroking my hair, "He will make it," he said softly, "I will make sure of it. . ." He looked to Steve and placed his hand on a wound on his arm, his hand glowing in a warm, emerald light. The Avengers, excluding innocent, little Ayame, were tensing up and were about to intercept Loki, but stopped short when they saw the burns on my brother start to repair themselves. They watched in shocked silence as the tissues and skin knitted together, closing up the wounds and making it look as good as new. When Loki was finished, he stood up and said emotionlessly to the others, "His wounds are closed, but he will still need time to recover."

They were completely and utterly speechless, their eyes as wide as owls in shock and surprise. Stark was the first to speak, "What made you do that?"

Loki paused and glanced at me, then replied almost inaudibly, "I know how much he means to Robin. . ." I heard him say it, but I doubted that the others could, he had sounded so quiet. Before anyone could question him further, he vanished. Everyone, aside from Steve who was almost asleep by then, looked at me with baffled expressions as if I knew the answers to their questions. I ignored them, still kneeling at Steve's bedside. I looked at him, and what I saw was a miracle. His burned skin was nonexistent, and when I hesitantly unwrapped a bloody bandage, there was no sign of a laceration underneath. I let out a sigh of relief when he stirred slightly. I thought I'd lost him for good. I cried silent tears of joy. I didn't know exactly what had happened, or how he got that way, but my brother was safe and that was all that mattered to me at that moment.

Phew! Lot goes on in this chapter, no? XD