Chapter 4 More Confrontations

You woke up the next morning, hungover. Which was not a surprise, considering how much alcohol you had drunk. You looked around your room to find a sleeping Loki in your reading chair, bottle hanging from between his fingers. You tried to sit up, but it took a couple of attempts before you head decided to quit spinning. After deeming it safe to stand without falling over, you decided to take a shower. Once finished you headed back into the bedroom to find Loki rubbing his temples from the pain of his hangover.
"Good Morning Sunshine." You said with false cheeriness, considering you felt just as bad as he did.

He shot you a glare that could have made even the bravest of men cower, but it had no effect on you.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. This is not my fault. This whole thing was your idea." You said plopping down on your bed before reaching to your table for some much needed Tylenol. "Do you want some?" you asked holding the bottle out to him.

"How many do I take?" he asked opening the bottle?

"Around two or three." You say as you swallow yours. "Then again you're a god so I'm not sure how many it would take to even effect you."

He shook out four and took them dry before tossing the bottle back to you, which you didn't even bother trying to catch, so you just let it land on the bed beside you.

Just then there was a loud booming knock coming from the door. You assumed it was Thor, but opened it to find Natasha.

"Why were you banging on the door so hard?" you asked crossly.

She looked at you in confusion. "I wasn't. Are you hungover?"

You sighed. "Maybe a little." Then you heard Loki snort in amusement from inside the room. Natasha shot you a look before barging past you into the bed room.

"What happened?" she demanded looking between the two of you.

"We got drunk." Loki replied cheekily.

"I can see that smart ass. I meant why where you getting drunk with him (y/n). "

"Look, Nat, we were just hanging out, that's all." You say trying to placate her.

"So just hanging out means breaking into Tony's special stash and getting hammered. Yeah sounds like fun." She says sarcastically. "Oh by the way, Fury's here and there's a meeting. So you might want to get your ass down there because he's not known for his patience." She said as she walked out.

"Great." You huffed after she had left. "Now she's pissed off at me too. What's wrong with me hanging out with you?" you ask Loki even though the answer is obvious.

He sighs "She's just worried about you." He says as he stands up. "You should hurry though, she wasn't lying about Fury being impatient." He placed a kiss on your forehead as a farewell and disappeared into thin air.

You sigh and walk out the door, ready to get this meeting over with.

You stepped off the elevator into the conference room.

"About time you got your happy ass down here Agent (y/n). I hope I didn't interrupt anything." Fury fumed as you went to take a seat between Steve and Thor. You knew he didn't really care if he had interrupted anything so you didn't bother to answer. You looked across the table and caught Clint's eyes. He was pissed and judging from Natasha's similar expression, you could guess why. Natasha had ratted you out. That gossipy bitch. You defiantly glared back, unwilling to feel any guilt until you flashed your eyes to Tony who also looked pissed, then you felt the guilt. You sighed and looked down at the table. You felt Thor place his hand on your shoulder.

"Do not worry Lady (y/n), Brother Tony will forgive you."

"Did she tell everyone what happened?" You asked wondering if everyone felt the same way about your friendship with Loki.

"She just doesn't want to see you get hurt (y/n)." Steve whispered from the other side of you.

You sighed, about to respond when Fury started. "We have reason to believe that Hydra is planning to attack. We don't know when, or where. As you can see we have little to go on. So just keep your eyes and ears open." Then he walked out.

'That's it?' you asked yourself.

"(Y/n), if I could have a word with you." Tony said standing up from the table and walking out. You sighed, pretty sure that you were about to get yelled at, and followed him out.

~Clint's POV~

He watched her leave, sadness gripped him, threatening to suffocate him, then was replaced by anger and frustration. If she had only come to him when she had needed help, he wouldn't have lost her for three years. Then there was the Loki thing that Natasha had told him about. He was definitely not happy about that. He got up from the table and walked out, planning to head to the training room to blow off some steam when he saw Loki walk by.

~Loki's POV~

"Did you touch her?" came an angered voice from behind him. He turned to find Clint, (y/n)'s older brother standing behind him.

"I beg your pardon?" he asked innocently in a way that he knew would irritate Clint to no end.

"(y/n), did you touch her last night?" Clint asked fuming.

"And what concern is it of yours if I did?" he asked just to push the agent even farther.

"If you touched her, I swear to God, I will make you wish for death." He said "Just stay the hell away from her."

"See, even if I wanted to, which I don't, it's not just my choice. I, unlike you will not abandon her." He said pushing the final button, making the Agent lose his control. The next thing he knew, Clint's fist connected with his jaw and pain exploded across the side of his face.

~Normal POV~

You followed Tony to the roof, wondering if he was angry enough to push you off the edge. He leaned his back against the railing, and turned to look at you. You kept your eyes averted from his afraid to see just how furious he was with you.

You heard him sigh. "(y/n), look at me." You did and he didn't seem angry anymore. "I'm not that mad. I'm disappointed, but not mad, not at you. It wasn't your idea after all."

"How do you know that?" you asked suddenly wondering if he was watching.

"I was watching in the surveillance room. I watch you guys when you're up here, to make sure that he doesn't do anything to hurt you." He paused "(y/n), were just worried about you. We know how easily he can manipulate people. We don't want to see you become one of those people."

You sighed, unable to be angry or creeped out about being monitored. "People change Tony, maybe he has."

"Or maybe he hasn't. Just look out for yourself, okay?"

"Fine." You sigh as he pulls you in for a hug.

You stepped off of the elevator to see Clint on top of Loki, punching him in the face repeatedly. "Clint!" you screamed, rushing over, trying to pull him off of Loki. "Clint, stop it!" you screamed as he fought against you, trying to get back to Loki. "Clint, please!" you begged, trying to get his attention. He turned to you then, his eyes hard. As he saw the tears streaming down your face, his eyes softened with sadness.

"(Y/n)." He whispered, brushing the tears away with his fingertips. "I'm sorry".

You saw Loki stand up out of the corner of you eye and turned to him. "You should go see Dr. Banner." You say stepping towards him, away from Clint. Suddenly, you felt trapped in between them. You could feel the tension radiating off of them. You felt like they wanted you to choose and your choice would affect your relationship with the other. Your choice was obvious, but it still hurt.

You took a step back, to Clint, away from Loki. You saw his eyes harden.

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm not as fragile as you weak mortals." Then he turned away and left you with Clint.

Clint pulled you into his arms, like you wanted him to that first day, and for a moment, everything felt okay.