Thanks for being patient guys! Been working a lot lately and very busy! Sorry this is a short little one again, but it's gonna branch off into something bigger! Once again, you guys are amazing, maximum appreciation for the reviews and nice comments!
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Clint sat in his perch, watching Loki and Hela walk back into the tower with cool hazel eyes. Natasha sat just to his left, leaning on the window sill, squinting her eyes to try and work out what he was staring at.
"I don't know what to make of him," Clint decided, folding his arms and letting his leg hang off the side of the window, the 100ft drop not bothering him at all.
"Of Loki?"
"Yeah. I mean, I want to hate him. I really really want to hate him for what he did to me but..." Clint looked away with a torn expression, trying to put into words how he felt.
"You can't hate him because he was in the same position as you," Natasha finished, trying to muster up a soft look.
"Yeah... and I mean, he had a kid in danger too. It's... I should feel bad for him. I'm the only one out of all of us who knows what it feels like to have someone play with your mind. But..."
"It's understandable for you to still feel torn."
"But it's not acceptable."
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"My queen, may I ask for your company?" Thor asked, waiting in the doorway as he watched his niece pull a blanket over her sleeping father. She did not look up at him, just stared down at Loki.
"I have nothing to say to you, Odinson."
"I have plenty to say too you?"
She turned to face him, to scold him for his cheek, but held her tongue when her eyes met the warm smile.
"A walk, perhaps," she granted him, and she held her arm out for him too take. Thor took it and led her gently out through the winding corridors and back out into the yards.
"Tis a beautiful day, is it not?" Thor chatted idly, and Hela looked down impatiently.
"Yes."
"What is it you wish the scientists to achieve?"
Hela looked up at him with a small frown. Of course, she thought, he was The King now, in possession of the all sight.
"Must a girl be made to kiss and tell?" she answered, flicking her hair over he shoulder and holding her chin high.
"I do not wish to meddle. Only to know that you are sure your plan will work. I fear for my brothers safety as much as you do," Thor said, and his voice had taken on an air of authority, he spoke with the voice of a king.
"You would have to excuse me if I find it hard to believe that my fathers welfare is in your best intentions," Hela said cooly, though her grip on Thor's arm tightened a little.
"Loki is my brother and I care for him dearly. I am not the fool I once was, dear Hela."
Hela sighed and looked up at him with honest green eyes.
"Yes... you have grown into a fine king. Annoyingly so..."
Thor chuckled happily, her last sentence spoken as if it had come straight out of Loki's mouth.
"I find it fascinating how you and Loki have remained so similar," Thor mused, unlinking his arm from hers and instead draping it around her shoulders, giving her an affectionate squeeze.
"I am truly very sorry for what happened to you," Thor said sincerely, his voice husky with emotion and gave her another squeeze.
"Thankyou."
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"How are you doing, Iron Fairy?"
Tony narrowed his eyes, turning to face the grin that had appeared beside him.
"So, I'm not allowed to call you names, but you can call me names? Unfair. I call unfair." He crossed his arms across his chest, and leant against the work bench she was sat on, giving her a questioning stare. He had become far too comfortable around her, and that scared him a little.
"Come to persuade?" he asked, bumping his eyebrows up and down and leaning a little closer. She gave him her worst smirk but ignored him, leaning back on her hands. "So, if it only takes skin to skin contact for it too happen, than why is it you keep screwing me? Surely all you have to so is just... I don't know, keep it cute, hold my hand or something."
Hela rested her bottle green gaze on Tony and turned so that he face was inches from his. He could feel cool, minty breath on his lips.
"Where's the fun in that?" she grinned, stroking his leg with her foot. "So tell me Stark, are you making progress?"
"Yeah, well actually we have-"
"Ssh! You can not tell me," she hissed, eyes shifting about the room edgily. "But, progress. That is good." Sensing the need to change the subject rather quickly, Tony adopted his smug grin and gave her his best puppy eyes.
"So... why Banner? Aren't you worried he would... why would want to sleep with someone who might turn into an enourmous green rage beast?"
Hela thought for a moment, chewing daintily on her bottom lip.
"I was curious," she said finally. "I wanted to see if he could control it."
"And could he?"
"After I kissed him, it was not the good doctor that looked back at me, but the beast was present behind those eyes. It seems he is not able to control all...urges of the monsters will."
"That's a pretty dangerous situation to put yourself in."
"The Hulk would not stand a chance against me," she said with a grin so wicked that Tony actually believed her.
"So... is there anything else you want... to, you know... persuade me to do?" Tony asked, drawing little circles on the desk with his fingers and looking as innocent as he could.
"No."
"Oh..."
"But I'm up for a little fun."
