Giant numero Uno: I actually did research on Loki because I am quite the obsessive fangirl. Loki is actually stronger than the average Asgardian but chooses to rely on his magic. I may post the link to Marvel's page where I got the information. Anyway, Loki is like impossible to kill. He's reattached limbs and his own damn head on occasion. The tales from Loki's childhood are of my own invention though. BUT Black widow's stuff is legit too. She is way stronger than Hawkeye. Seriously guys look them up it's freakin awesome.

Natasha pulled out her phone and began playing a game on it. Her mind was going over Loki's and her conversation. The god in question was snooping around the cabinets to find food for his never ending appetite.

Natasha kept her ears out for the god but didn't turn around. Loki had dodged her question about his transformation in the lab. His reaction to finding himself in that form was one of complete distress, and she wanted to know why.

Also, apparently when the god was not occupied with threatening, killing or nearly dying, he was flirting. Natasha had caught the gleam in his eye when he toyed with her curl. Though she shouldn't be surprised. Natasha had looked up the folklore whenever she found out she was up against a god. She would have to ask him if he actually did have all those children.

Loki, with a box of pop-tarts, sat down next to the agent. He munched on one and looked over her shoulder to see what the strange rectangle was.

"You're going to get crumbs on me," Natasha told him.

"It is a game?" Loki questioned as he pulled back slightly.

Natasha looked at him. At least he didn't poke at it like Thor did. "This is a game." Natasha clicked off the game. "But it can do a lot more. There's music, games, you can call people," Natasha was flipping through her phone, "Send them messages," she texted Clint 'I'm teaching Loki the iphone'. "and get them back."

Almost as soon as she said that her phone vibrated. 'Why the hell would you do that?'

Natasha grinned, "and you can get on the internet…it's a source of information."

Loki nodded, "Selvig told me about it before. You can put questions in and it will answer you."

"You've used it before?" Natasha asked. But Loki shook his head. Natasha shrugged and pulled her game up. She was not about to let the god loose on the internet. Knowing him there would be death, destruction and possibly porn all over her phone.

Loki leaned back and stuffed the rest of a pop-tart in his mouth, then he moved his hands in front of him and a large tomb of a book appeared. Natasha eyed the large book and watched as Loki opened it up. He was apparently looking for something.

"This," Loki pointed to a creepy looking picture in the book, "is Thanos."

Natasha looked at the dark creature. It was black, muscular and was holding a weapon similar to a battle ax. "Looks promising."

Loki trailed a finger across the strange writing on the page. "Would your internet have Thanos in it?"

Natasha shrugged, "maybe." She realized that Loki was wanting her to look up the information. "I think Fury and Coulson are already looking into it. We should just wait to see what they find."

Loki nodded. What he needed was information on preventing that damned portal opening or cursing the bastard further down into Hell. He watched as Natasha turned the page.

"Is this Norse?" She asked.

"No," Loki answered. "One of the languages of the dark elves."

A ding announced the elevator and once again the room heard Thor's thunderous voice. "He is resting."

"I don't care what he's doing. Someone should be watching-" Fury paused as he saw Loki on the couch. "-him."

"She's got him," Tony pointed to Natasha and headed to the kitchen.

"I thought you were still healing," Fury put his hands in his pockets making his jacket pull back and reveal a gun that looked strangely like a smaller version of what Coulson had shot Loki with.

"Feeling better," Loki smiled purely to piss the agent off.

"I can see that," Fury frowned. "And performing magic from what I hear."

Loki glanced at Thor who was looking at him worriedly. His cheek was still blackened.

"Blame him," Loki waved absently to Thor. "It was his idea."

"I think I'll decide who to blame," Fury stared Loki down.

"It was a simple concealment," Thor explained. "Nothing bad."

"And how did you get that wound again?" Fury glared. "Because you must think me stupid to believe you got it attacking the toaster."

"It would not give me bread," Thor made his way to Loki.

Fury looked to Loki and Loki shrugged, "I was not present for this 'toaster' but I do not doubt my brother's stupidity."

"Right," Fury shook his head and made his way over near the window. Thor took the opportunity to place a hand on Loki's shoulder and whisper, "are you alright, brother?"

Loki jerked his shoulder out of Thor's grip and refused to speak to him.

"Brother," Thor began but Loki stood and went to put the pop-tarts away. Natasha frowned at the two. Last night they were getting along well enough. She assumed it was about Loki going all smurf.

"Just so we don't get off on the wrong foot," Fury eyed the god who put the pop-tarts on the counter, "we've been busy since you last stopped by. We have more means of taking down this big bad," he eyed Loki, "or any other bad that gets in our way."

"You haven't seen 'bad.'" Loki told him and shortened the distance between the two of them.

Fury took a step toward the god, "Are you threatening me?"

Loki opened his mouth but was jerked back by his left arm. He looked back to see Thor holding onto him, "your arm is probably healed."

Loki glared at him. He sent a glare in Fury's direction but allowed for Thor to take the bandage off. He knew Thor was just trying to distract him so that he didn't end up throwing Fury out that blasted window. Thor stopped unwrapping the bandage at Loki's forearm so that he could inspect the damage. What had been deep slashes were now tiny lines of scabs down his arm.

Tony noted the pop-tarts on the counter, "what is it with you guys and pop-tarts?" He stuffed it back in the cabinet.

Fury ignored Tony and glared at the two brothers. The darkened left cheek of Thor's caught his attention once more. "If you immortals can heal so well, do you want to explain to me how a toaster has managed to leave a mark like that?"

Thor frowned, "I tried to make the toaster work quicker by-" he wriggled his fingers a bit.

"It seems quite coincidental that you get burned when the God of Mischief is around," Fury frowned.

"Loki had no magic when I received the shock last night," Thor frowned. Fury scoffed.

"You obviously do not know Thor very well," Loki said simply. "He used to burn himself continuously as a child. To the point Mother threatened to take Mjolnir away."

Thor pulled the remainder of the bandages away. He wasn't sure what Loki was up to but he knew that Loki would follow the story to keep himself out of trouble. Though why Loki had to tell this particular story from their childhood was beyond him.

"Instead of handling the hammer better, he just ended up not telling mother when he burned his fingers," Loki reached up to Thor's cheek and sent some of his newly acquired magic energy into it. "Which meant I had to deal with Thor's stupidity." Loki pulled his hand away and all that was left was a red mark. Loki glared at Thor, "attempt to not be so stupid."

"Thank you, brother." Thor told him.

Loki rolled his eyes.

Fury eyed the wound and then the God of Mischief, "exactly what all can you do?"

Loki smirked at him, "you'd be surprised." But offered no further explanation.

Natasha grunted as she blocked Clint's attack. He was bigger than her, but not stronger. They were sparring in Tony's new gym that he had built specifically for the Avengers. Clint had spent the beginning of the evening shooting arrows at a drawing that was obviously Loki. Natasha had taken up her time doing stances and practicing moves.

Now they were getting pretty into their sparring session. Hawkeye knew not to hold back and Natasha could be a lot rougher with him than any other agent she had come up against.

Tonight Clint was fighting harder and dirtier. He was trying his best to trip her up and Natasha knew it was because he was thinking about attacking Loki. She matched him, deflecting each one of his blows and occasionally sending him over her shoulder. He always landed on his feet though, always with another blow ready for her.

Eventually they would call it quits. Sweat would get into their eyes or they found it too tedious after several hours. Tonight it took longer. Though they were left with that feeling of dissatisfaction. After fighting an enemy there was a surge of adrenaline: a climatic end to their night. But sparring left them wanting to finish things.

When this would happen, like it did tonight, Natasha would pass her own room up and they would walk in silence to Clint's door. If Clint told her goodnight then she would head back to her room and ease her frustration another way. Thankfully tonight was not one of those nights.

Tonight Clint opened his door and left it open as he entered his room. Tonight he began to take off his shirt without even looking back to make sure she shut the door. It was not love. No, Natasha didn't dare let that emotion come into this room. This was sex.

Clothing was shed and tossed onto the ground in piles so that they could dress easier after. Natasha pushed Clint onto the bed and straddled him. There was no teasing or playing, it was down to business. They needed release. All that pent up energy from sparring needed to go somewhere. She straddled him, bouncing against him to get him riled up. His hands moved up to her breasts to squeeze them. Natasha closed her eyes and relished the feeling.

When he was hard enough, Clint moved his hands to Natasha's hips and guided her down onto him. She rolled her hips, making him grunt. He would thrust back. Her nails raked his chest as she felt her peak quickly coming to her. Natasha bit her lip and ran her hand down to where they intertwined. She played with that bud, the friction from Clint wasn't enough to quite throw her over the edge so quickly. She bucked forward as she neared and Clint's nails dug into her hips. He was close.

Natasha bit her lip again as she came, her nails digging into Clint's chest. Clint threw his head back and Natasha could feel the heat pouring inside her in spurts.

It was over. She took a deep breath and climbed off of the Avenger. Clint moved off the bed and headed for the shower to clean up. Natasha grabbed her clothes and quickly dressed. Then without a backward glance she was gone.

Natasha was thankful for the pool that Stark had added on the roof. She was thankful for the trees to make it look like anywhere else, but mostly she was thankful for the solitude the roof could bring. She hadn't bothered to turn the lights on, opting to quietly make her way around the pool. She laid down on the floor and stared up at the starless sky. That's what she hated about Manhattan, the city glowed so bright she couldn't even see the stars.

She was out of Clint's room and cleaned up. Now she could think about what just occurred. It was purely physical what was between them. Simple and straight to the point. But if Natasha were to be truthful, she would admit she wanted more than a simple fuck. Clint was the reason she left the Soviet. She had followed him into this SHIELD or whatever it was now. They were friends, always there for each other but Natasha cared for him. She hadn't cared for someone this much since…

Natasha sighed and closed her eyes. She hadn't thought about him in so long. She had shut that part of her life down when she left Russia. But still she saw those dark eyes looking at her with love. How he kissed her. Natasha sighed. For so long she believed Alexei to be dead. Then for mere minutes she had her husband back in her life and then he was killed.

Something wet touched Natasha's face and her eyes darted open. There was nothing but cloudless skies above her. She frowned and wiped her face praying that some damned pigeon hadn't gotten her. The second she closed her eyes it happened again. This time Natasha darted up into sitting position and looked around.

Sure enough, Loki sat on one of the reclining chairs with bubbles floating around him. She could hardly make out his face but she was sure he was smirking.

"Should you be out here?" Natasha frowned.

"Better here than in my room with Coulson at the door," Loki replied. A bubble made its way to Natasha and popped.

"I meant," Natasha swatted away another bubble. "Don't you need to be inside to make your concealment thing work?"

"I asked for the height of the building and compensated," Loki told her.

Natasha shrugged and laid back down.

"Why are you out here?" She heard Loki question.

"Wanted some time to think," she answered honestly.

"Want me to leave?" came Loki's voice.

Natasha furrowed her brow, "I'm surprised you'd ask."
"I never said I was going to," she could hear the smile in his voice.

"I could just piss you off," she said.

"I could just throw you off the building," Loki warned.

"I'm a lot stronger than I look," Natasha rolled onto her side and propped her head up.

"Me too," Loki smirked.

"Well, by human standards I'm pretty tough," Natasha grinned.

"Russia's equivalent to a Captain America," Loki nodded.

Natasha pursed her lips at Loki's information that was obviously acquired from Clint, "pretty much."

"Not that you'd know it with my idiotic brother around, but I'm stronger than the average Asgardian."

"Awwwwwwww," Natasha smiled. "You called him brother."
Loki glared at her.

"So," Natasha continued to smile, "you can kick ass?"

Loki shrugged, "I am stronger than 'average.' Out of Thor, Sif and the warriors three, I was the weakest…Well, in pure strength."

"Smartest?"

"Of course," Loki smirked. "Didn't help things though. It just meant that I got them out of things all the time. Or helped them into trouble…" Loki chuckled. "We have these airships that are very delicate to steering and when we were 130 or so, we tried to 'borrow' one."

"Borrow?" Natasha stood and motioned with her head toward the door.

Loki nodded and followed the red head, "well, they did eventually get it back. But Thor and the others couldn't figure the airship out so they had Thor borrow me." Loki rolled his eyes. "I looked it over and went over what I thought would be the logical directions and told him how to make it go."

"You didn't steer yourself?" Natasha asked as they made their way down the stairs.

"This is the reason I steer," Loki grinned. "Because just as I was looking back to see how to steer the damned thing, Thor tries to see how to make it go. This sends Sif sailing into the warriors three and all of them falling off the airship and me holding on for dear life because Thor never just touches things, he smashes things." Loki sighed. "And he smashed it and made it stuck gathering speed."

"Sounds about right," Natasha laughed.

Loki decided he liked her laugh. "We were nearly past the waterfalls of Asgard when I made it up to the steering and figured it out. It was on our second lap of Asgard that Mother noticed us and used a spell to get us down."

Natasha noted that Loki never abstained from saying 'Mother' and asked, "Couldn't you do the spell yourself."

Loki shook his head, "I was not proficient in magic at that point."

"What is 130 in Asgardian years?" Natasha asked. They had made it back to the penthouse and sat down at the counter.

Loki looked up in concentration, "starting of adolescence?"

Natasha blinked, "you spend how long as kids?"

Loki shrugged, "an Asgardian can walk and talk in their first years of life. Not sure exactly when, never had to deal with one before."

And either he doesn't watch the kids or he doesn't have them. Natasha nodded to show she was listening.

"We do not begin to go through the change until….100 at the very earliest. I want to say I was in my late 120s when I started to go through it. Thor was early 120s if I'm not mistaken. We reached full height around our late 170s." Loki frowned as he tried to remember when Thor reached his full height.

"You're supposed to be ancient, right?" Natasha eyed him.
"I'm 1,051 and Thor's 1,054," Loki answered.

"That's amazingly close for Asgardians, isn't it?"

"Generally a few decades are between children," Loki nodded.

"Decades?" Natasha winced. "The sex life on Asgard must suck."

Loki raised a brow, "I know for a fact that it is very much present."

"Then there are accidents….." Natasha noted that Loki still looked confused. "Having kids without meaning to."

"You'd have to be pretty stupid," Loki told her. "There our spells and countermeasures. I have three on myself so that if one wears off the others….." Loki paused.

"So you don't have any kids?" Natasha ventured.

"No," Loki shook his head. He closed his eyes and said something in some weird language.

"What was that?"

"I was without magic," Loki said simply. "Needed to put the spell back up while I was thinking about it."

The elevator dinged and they both looked over to see Fury stepping out of the elevator. He stopped dead when he saw Loki. "You have teleportation too?"

Loki smirked at Natasha, "I think I'm in trouble."

Facts I did not want to post in the beginning that comes from Marvel itself:

Black Widow is in love/like with Hawkeye

Black Widow was once a ballerina and married a man named Alexei who was also a KGB spy.

Black Widow was told Alexei was dead and years later found him amnesia'd up. He remembered her moments before he was fatally shot

Loki cannot teleport but can astral project. They are different. Bastard just snuck out

The ages are my own figuring. The actual sex is my own figuring (I assume, i have not taken the time to scour the comics). The spells for no kids are my own figuring.

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