Fifty Nine
I returned to our penthouse, shedding my armor. I was actually happy to find a trail of his armor and blood. I followed it finding my naked lover. He was already trying to pull the bullet out.
"Loki, let me. I can see better than you can." I pushed him back into the chair, opening up the wound. The opening surrounded by blue skin trying to heal. He steadied himself with a hand against my shoulder. I reached the forceps into the wound just above his right hip, grabbed the metal and pulled. He dug his nails into my shoulder to bear the pain. It immediately started closing without the foreign object embedded in him.
"Thank you." He breathed. "I didn't want to deal with Thor. He'd want to take me back to Asgard to be healed. You know where that would lead. So I came home."
"It's a good thing you did, I didn't want to have to look for you across the nine realms." I laughed. He laughed with me, but winced in pain. "Let's get you in bed. I think Nat will want to check on you. She wanted me to thank you."
"It would have killed her. I knew I could take it." He shrugged.
"You're still lying down until it's completely healed." I ordered. He rolled his eyes but did as I said anyway. I went about gathering his armor and cleaning up the blood I case one of the others needed to see where I went. I peeked in on him, Loki had already fallen asleep. I smiled and covered him up. I brushed his hair out of his face, looking at him lovingly.
"Sir, Miss Romanov to see you sir." Jarvis announced. I kissed Loki's forehead and answered the elevator.
"Where is he?" She asked.
"Asleep. Sh!" I quieted her.
"We need that bullet for forensics." She said. I grabbed the forceps with the bullet still in their grip off the counter. I turned to her, she stood in our bedroom doorway.
"This is the man that tried to take over the world two years ago. And he just saved my life." She half smiled, have smirked.
"He said it would've killed you, so he stepped in front of it."
"He's lucky to have you. Not everyone would tolerate their lover walking into danger like that and then coming home to sew up the damage." She remarked as we walked back to the kitchen bar. I offered her a drink, which she took.
"I generally don't have to sew him up, unless it's large. He heals himself. I think that's why he took it." I explained. She looked at me straight faced. We drank in silence.
"I need to run this downstairs. I'll be by tomorrow to see how he is." She walked towards the elevator with forceps in hand. "You're both lucky to have each other."
I smiled as she left and I curled up in bed with my brave lover.