Okay, so I know that I said I'd be on a ski trip, and I am, but I brought my laptop just in case and the resort has free WiFi, so I can post chapters! :3 So, anyway, enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC Robin.

We sat in the black jet on our way back to New York, each of us silent and unknowing on what to say about the previous events. Steve had spent the night in the hospital earlier for recovery, so we had to stay in a hotel nearby until he was ready to go home. The nurses and doctors were still baffled at how quickly Steve's wounds were healed, and we decided to just keep quiet about it and say that we didn't know either. Now that we were homeward bound, things were awkwardly quiet and serious. I was the first to break the silence for once, "What happened back there?" I asked, "How did Steve manage to get hurt so badly?"

Ayame looked up at me and answered the question, "The artifact we were looking at was a bomb of some sort or something. When we got close to it, it started beeping. Before we could really do anything, it exploded. Most of us were able to get away in time, but I tripped over a loose stone and couldn't quite recover in time. Steve blocked me from the blast, but he got hit by it somewhat."

I nodded slightly. It made sense; he always did put other people before himself. I heard that before he even became Captain America, he had jumped on a bomb that everyone thought was live while everyone else ran away just to somewhat help subdue the expected blast. That's what made the scientist decide that he was the right person for the Super Soldier Project. I imagined that the man that chose Steve was a kind, possibly somewhat eccentric, person. "I see. . ." I glanced at my brother, who was passed out beside me and sleeping peacefully. I was half tempted to draw a mustache on his face, but I decided against it. He had been through enough already. I couldn't blame him for being tired, he had a rough day yesterday. "I'm glad you're all okay, then."

Ayame nodded, "Partly thanks to Loki. Steve would've been in recovery much longer or worse if he hadn't healed him. . ." I blinked away tears that threatened to spill and simply nodded in agreement, afraid that if I spoke I would only start crying again.

"I'm still confused as to why he did that," Stark said.

I wasn't too surprised at this point. I had heard and somewhat understood why he did it. "I'm glad he did, though," I said softly. I looked to Ayame and tried to lighten up the mood a bit, "Remind me to get him some dessert or something. I think he's earned it!" Ayame giggled and nodded.

Natasha ignored my attempt and continued on with our previous, more serious conversation like the super spy assassin she was, "Well, we answered your question. Now answer ours. Why the hell was he so intimate with you earlier?"

I thought for a moment, "Why?" I blushed very slightly, a barely noticeable tint, "I guess he likes me or something. . ."

I more than just like you, love, Loki said softly. I blushed a bit more at his comment. I honestly didn't expect him to say that, I don't know why, but I didn't. Everyone, aside from Ayame, looked at me, confused by my sudden tint and at what I had said. I guess that they hardly believed that Loki would be fond of a mere mortal such as myself. Hell, I wouldn't have believed it years ago, either.

"I see," Natasha said quietly. She looked down at her hands and we dropped the subject for the moment. I know she had to interrogate Loki on the Helicarrier, but I didn't know what words had been exchanged through the two. What had happened that had made her so uneasy? He was rather sadistic back then, I suppose. I heard he mauled out some man's eye in Stuttgart, but I had missed out on the action myself. I guess he threatened her or something, but it must have been rather intense if it had made her like this now when we talked about him.

"So . . . who's up for some ice cream later?" I asked, trying to lighten up the once again somber mood.

Ayame looked up, her blue eyes sparkling and a large smile on her face, "Ice cream? Of course!"

Thor chuckled softly at her enthusiasm and nodded in agreement. The others eventually agreed and I smiled, "Then it's settled! Awesome! Ice cream, here we come!" We landed the jet a few hours later during the jet ride, in which we had to deal with Ayame and her trying to get over her horrible case of motion sickness. I eventually just had to give her my hair tie and tell her to just stay in the bathroom of the large jet until we landed.

Once we reached New York and safely made our way to Stark Tower, I started walking outside, only to have Ayame rush past me and kneel dramatically to the ground, "Oh, thank God! Land! I missed you!"

We all laughed as we eventually joined her outside. I paused and thought for a moment, "Steve's still asleep, isn't he?" Natasha looked to me and nodded and I quickly made my way back into the jet, gently shaking my sleeping brother to get him to wake up. "Stevey . . . Stevey. Wake up, brosef!"

He blinked and looked up at me drowsily, his eyes clouded with confusion and a bit of drool leaking from the side of his mouth, "What . . . ? Where are we?" he voice was slightly slurred from being woken up prematurely.

I smiled and hugged him, glad that he was all well now, "Back home, safe and sound. I'm glad you're okay, Steve, I was so worried."

Steve returned the hug and said, "That's good," he paused and then continued, "What . . . what happened back there in the hospital? I couldn't quite understand anything, I was barely awake."

I nodded, "Yeah, I can believe that." I paused, wondering how to bring it up, and then just decided to tell him up front, "Well, while you were only half awake, Loki stopped by and healed you with magic."

Steve looked into my eyes in disbelief, "You're not just saying that to make me rethink my opinion of him, are you?"

I shook my head, "No . . . it actually happened. I've got six eye witnesses to vouch for that."

He seemed confused, "Why? What made him want to do that after the fight that had happened before?"

"He knew I needed you," I said quietly.

Steve looked at me in surprise, but after a while, he nodded slightly, "All right. . ."

"Anyway, we're going to get ice cream! Want some?"

He paused for a moment, "I would but," he stood up, "the anesthetic's wearing off. . ." He hurried off into Stark Tower after a few uneasy steps and I inwardly winced. When the anesthetic wore off, it meant constant puke-fest for a while. Poor Steve.

I stood up and headed to the others. "Steve's not coming, he needs to upchuck."

Ayame grimaced, "Ew! Why do you always have to be so blunt, Robin?"

I giggled, "What? I love being awkwardly blunt!"

She sighed, "Oh, all right."

"Anyway, shall we embark on a marvelous walk through the commoner's streets to enjoy thy lovely frozen dairy products?" I asked, taking on a mock fancy tone.

Stark raised an eyebrow, "Why did you suddenly sound Shakespearean?"

I shrugged, "It's fun to talk fancy, dammit!"

Stark chuckled slightly, "All right then. . ." We all then proceeded to walk the streets after the others got into normal street clothes. I was already good with the whole "trying to look more like a citizen" thing, so I didn't have to change. We talked and joked as we headed to the ice cream shop.