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Aside from the rather tense morning, the rest of the day turned out pretty smooth. Loki and I went to a small café for lunch, pretty much ignoring the odd stares we got from the citizens since he had no need for a disguise this time. The citizens seemed to remember him, but were not quite sure, after all, it had been a while since the Chitauri Attack, and not many people were there to witness the Prison Escapade, as I called it.

Natasha was on baby sitter duty, as I liked to call it, and had followed us around the city like a silent shadow to make sure Loki didn't try anything funny and whatnot. It was rather annoying to me at first, it made me feel like I couldn't take care of myself or handle hairy situations, but she kept her distance and didn't bother us, so I eventually got used to it. I smiled brightly at Loki as I walked beside him, I felt happy and for once I was at peace with myself. He chuckled softly and wrapped an arm around my shoulders as we walked. We had spent the entire day together just simply walking around and wreaking small havoc on the city by shouting random things at people in another language. It was rather hilarious, because they reacted as if we had threatened them, but we only said stupid things like "potatoes are yummy".

When we finally headed back to Stark Tower, it was around dinner time. I hung back a bit, eyeing the food on their plates. It was casserole, but it looked like someone had taken random animal intestines, added a butt load of maggots, and put sauce all over it. I liked meat, but I couldn't handle the meat in this kind of food. It tasted weird. Maybe I was just being picky, but I didn't feel like changing that fact at the time. Loki had noticed that I had stopped walking and looked back at me, "Why did you stop?"

I crossed my arms, a thoughtful expression on my face, "I'm weighing out the options."

"For what?"

"The food. It's casserole. I hate casserole," my face scrunched up in disgust, "It would be lovely if it just vanished."

He chuckled and walked towards me until he was standing right in front of me. I had to tilt my head back slightly just to look him in the eye. "And how would you get that to happen?"

"Hmm . . . steal the pot of food and throw it out a window? No, I can't do that . . . Steve would lecture me about how it was a waste of food and whatnot," I paused, "Unless. . ."

Loki raised an eyebrow, "Unless what?"

I grinned, "I put bugs and worms in the pot of food, 'discover' it, and tell everyone what I found, and then they'd get sick and would want to eat something else, and then I wouldn't be forced to eat it."

He chuckled and grinned at me, "It would make quite a scene, wouldn't it?"

I giggled and nodded, "Indeed!"

"But how would you get the worms quickly enough?"

"Easy. Steve has some live bait in the fridge for a fishing trip he had planned for us, but it got cancelled when I got 'sick'."

"I take it you do not like fishing?"

"Hate it. During the summer, if we go to any lakes or anything, those damn mosquitos eat me alive no matter how much bug spray I put on."

He chuckled, "I see."

"Anyway, Operation Food Removal is a go."

"Do you name all of your pranks?"

"Nah, only some. All of the pranks I use on Ayame I call Operation Give Ayame a Heart Attack."

Loki chuckled, "Interesting."

I giggled, "Anyway, to the fridge!" I raised my hand dramatically, an index finger pointed to the sky before heading towards the kitchen, keeping out of the line of sight of the other Avengers. Loki softly laughed and followed after me, no doubt finding my dramatic attitude amusing. I carefully and quietly opened the fridge and took out the white, Styrofoam box of worms. I snuck my way to the black, ceramic pot of food, opening the lid, checking to make sure that no one was looking before pouring the worms into the food. Then, I snuck back out to the living room before casually re-entering the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

"Hey, Robin," Steve said, "Glad you finally showed up."

I looked to the food on his plate and sighed, trying to keep a convincing act, "Casserole?"

"Yep."

"Do I have to eat it?"

"Yep."

I sighed and opened the lid, looking back at Steve, "You expect me to eat that?"

"Uh, yeah."

"I'm not. I'm pretty sure it's moving."

"What?"

"Take a look." Steve nodded and stood up, walking over to me and peering at the pot, his face turning a sickly green. Eventually, everyone else who was originally eating the casserole noticed the worms in the pot and looked like they were about to puke. Loki leaned against the frame of the door, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he kept a straight face and held back laughter. Stark had immediately put his fork down, Thor pushed his plate away, Ayame put a hand to her mouth, and Clint and Natasha just sat there with slightly disgusted expressions.

"Pizza, then?" Bruce asked.

"Pizza," they all agreed in unison, and then they stood up and walked out of the kitchen to order some.

When they had all left, Loki and I shared just one glance before cracking up laughing. "Did you see the looks on their faces?" I asked between laughs, wiping away a few tears that had leaked from laughing so hard.

He nodded, smiling at me, "Indeed. T'was priceless."

I giggled, "I should've brought a camera. Their embarrassing reactions would've made excellent blackmail."

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close, "Oh, how I love you."

I giggled and looked up at him, "We gotta do something like that again sometime."

"Indeed, but not too soon, or they'd get suspicious."

I giggled and nodded before standing on the tips of my toes, stretching out as far as I could and giving him a kiss on the cheek. It was harder than most would think. He was so tall, and I was so short. I smiled at him before going into the living room to see what pizza the others were ordering. Of course, they had a pizza with bacon on it for me.

Dinner was quiet after we had all gotten the pizza, which was unusual for most of the people at the table. Perhaps they were just not used to having Loki around. I noticed that they really didn't seem to want to associate with him that much and this fact saddened me. I told myself that maybe one day they'd all get used to him and would accept him, but only time knew at this point if they would.

All right, so this one was kind of a sucky, filler chapter to me, and I'm sorry about that. But there are a few more twists to throw in in the future before the end of the story.