aa826 is a wonderful goddess because she reminded me that I had not posted yet. And because of her I am getting to work on the next chapter, which is mostly planned out, and will hopefully have it posted later today.

Natasha ate her cereal as the blond god headed for the kitchen area. He had just announced that he was going to cook them a delicious meal. Jane was trying to persuade him that it was unnecessary and to sit down but the god was already rummaging in the cabinets.

Darcy leaned over, "don't eat anything he hands you. He…oh my god."

Natasha followed Darcy's gaze to see Loki emerging from the elevator with tousled hair and wearing only the sweatpants that Pepper had given him. He was rubbing his eyes as he made his way straight for Thor.

"Brother! I am making breakfast!" Thor proclaimed and began rummaging through the fridge.

"And here you got mad because I tried to kill them," Loki muttered.

"Quit jesting brother, I make spectacular food and you know it," Thor dropped an egg. "Shut up."

Loki shook his head and leaned against the counter, Thor had mentioned to him last night about cooking for the Midgardians. Loki decided he needed them alive at the moment.

Thor began pushing bread into some metal device and then ripped open the bacon. Loki yawned and contemplated sleeping against the counter. He really hated mornings.

The sound of eggs smashing brought him back and Loki frowned as Thor smashed bits of egg shells into the bowl. He turned and saw the bacon lying on the cold pan. Loki waved a hand and the bacon lifted off the pan and the dial turned to where he assumed would be a correct heat. He had only seen Pepper use it once. Thor turned and Loki dropped the bacon back into place.

"We must have pancakes," Thor headed for the pantry.

Loki used his magic to pull the whole mess of eggs out of the bowl, remove the bits of shell and then whirl it around so that they were actually scrambled. It fell back just as Thor shut the door to the pantry. Then Thor began to work on the pancakes.

"These are so simple, you just add water," Thor told him.

Loki yawned again and waved a hand to flip the bacon before it burned.

Natasha put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. Thor legitimately thought he was cooking a feast on his own.

"Do you two normally cook together?" Jane asked.

"Loki only has to cook when he must," Thor answered as he mixed the batter. "He rather sit back and let me do all the cooking."

Loki rubbed his eyes, "is the bacon done yet?"

Thor cursed, "I almost forgot. Ah, but they are perfect." Thor moved the bacon to a plate and piled on more into the pan. During this time Loki sent a stream of water into the batter mix. He knew too dry when he saw it.

Thor went back to mixing the pancakes. Then he began setting up a pan to cook them in as well. Meanwhile, Loki was taking care of the bacon behind his back and the toast now that he figured out what the damn machine was doing.

Thor splattered the pancakes onto the pan and went to grab some juice. Loki sighed and with a wave of his hand the splatters became perfect circles.

"You know he almost burned down my house," Jane told Loki which made the god chuckle.

Not long after, breakfast was served. They munched silently except for Clint and Loki. Clint refused to eat food prepared by the black haired god and Loki was about to fall asleep in his chair.

"I'm surprised to see you awake so early," Thor grinned at his half-conscious brother.

Loki grumbled, "you mentioned breakfast yesterday…figured I should show up."

"You and food," Thor smirked. "We once had contests to see who could eat the most, and by the end of it everyone had tossed down their plates while Loki was asking for dessert."

"They had strawberry cake," Loki said sleepily. "And it was delicious."

"If you ate more meat you'd be stronger," Thor told him, he paused and then got up to head for the door leading to the platform outside.

"If you ate less meat then maybe we wouldn't have to deal with such thunderous winds," Loki muttered, his eyes completely closed now.

"So," Darcy looked the god up and down. "Do all Asgardians look like you guys?"

Loki shrugged.

"Father has sent us a message," Thor called out. Almost immediately a raven flew into the room and landed on Loki's head.

"Grand," Loki opened an eye. The bird chittered about Loki's ear. "Odin-ow!" Loki swatted at the bird that had just pecked his head. The bird screeched and landed on his left shoulder. Loki glared at it. "When do we want to meet with Odin?-ow!" Loki swatted at the bird who had bit his ear.

"Methinks that father is not taking too kindly to you calling him that," Thor smirked.

"He's not my f-" the bird began pecking at Loki's nose and Loki swatted it in the head.

"Is father coming here?" Thor grinned.

The bird tilted its head at Loki who responded, "you heard the ass. Is he coming here?" The bird squawked. "When he can get away, but it may take a few days." Loki told Thor.

"Why not Heimdall?" Thor asked. The bird squawked again.

"He says that Odin-ow!-needs to speak to both of us. If you peck me again I will turn you into a turkey so that Thor can eat you!" The bird squawked again.

"Leave the poor bird alone, you know it was father's idea," Thor told him.

Loki muttered something in old norse which made the bird bite his lip. Before Loki could curse the bird, it flew out the door.

Natasha got out of the taxi and headed into the small restaurant. Natasha smiled prettily at the man who was waiting by the podium. The man smiled back his eyes glancing over the beautiful woman.

Natasha was blonde with green eyes for this mission. The black dress she wore was extremely short with a plunging neckline. Studansky enjoyed clueless blonde bimbos, so that's how she had introduced herself as. His invitation for dinner was a way to get to know him better and learn more about his black market trading. Not her favorite use of her talents but if she could subdue him later she may be able to sneak a look at his phone or get into other items nearby to gather intel for Fury.

Natasha flipped her long blonde hair back as the host led her to Studansky's table. It was all the way in the back. A possible red flag. Natasha sat herself down at the table, taking care not to show off her undergarments as she did it. She could do that later if it was even needed.

"Glad you could make it," Studansky smiled at her. He leaned forward and gave her a kiss that tasted of cigars.
Natasha smiled and ran her leg across his, "I'm glad you invited me. I've never been here before."

"My brother owns it," Studansky shrugged. "It's delicious."

The dinner was nothing but small talk and cheesy lines. Natasha continued to play the clueless blonde. She did notice the men who were seated a few minutes after them. They were bodyguards of Studansky's. She wondered why they hadn't arrived before she did.

She sipped her wine and paused. A hand was feeling its way up her thigh. She smiled seductively at Studansky who winked at her. The hand massaged that thigh and she wondered how far he'd go in a restaurant. It wasn't that crowded, so he might.

Their food arrived and the hand vanished from her thigh.

"The duck is exquisite," Studansky told her as he poured her more wine.

Natasha took the wine as Studansky poured himself another glass. "Everything has been so good! Your brother is such a great cook!"

The hand returned, a lot higher up this time.

"He's the owner not the cook," Studansky said as he played with Natasha's hair.

Natasha giggled at her 'mistake'. "Well he's got a great cook." Her eyes glanced at Studansky's right hand which was holding his glass of wine. While the left one was currently tangled in her long tresses. Which meant the hand underneath the table did not belong to him. As if realizing it had been found out, she received a rough pinch on her inner thigh.

Natasha took another drink of the wine, "sorry, I need to visit the ladies room." She started to scoot back.

Studansky nodded and pointed to where the restroom was.

Natasha headed that way and looked back at the table. No one was underneath it. She winked at Studansky and headed into the restroom. Immediately she was greeted by her blonde reflection.

"He's trying to kill you," the reflection told her.

Natasha stopped dead. Did my reflection just…

"The food is poisoned," her reflection looked past Natasha. "But I think one of his friends are coming in to do it the messy way."

Natasha turned to look at the door. She felt an arm encircle her, pinning down her own arms while a hand covered her mouth. She struggled but could not break free. She ceased her struggling when a moment later the door opened and a bodyguard walked in. He stared right at her and then turned to head for the stalls. Natasha furrowed her brow.

They bodyguard was jerking the stall doors open as if looking for something. Then she heard a voice in her ear, "do you want me to kill him?"

Loki.

Natasha sighed in relief as she realized it was Loki who had her pinned. Loki who had spoken to her in the mirror. She shook her head to his question. She needed to subdue him not kill him. Loki loosened his grip which allowed Natasha to head for the bodyguard.

The bodyguard didn't even see her coming. His heavy body hit the ground with a thud. Natasha began to pull him to the stall.

"What's your mission?" Loki asked her.

Natasha looked at him surprised, "gather information."

Loki nodded and the bodyguard was tossed back into the stall. "He'll wake up tomorrow."

Natasha felt a strange tingling pressure all over her body. She looked in the mirror and saw the bodyguard.

"That form will better suit your purpose," Loki told her.

"So, you're helping me?" Natasha asked.

Loki shrugged, "I was bored."

"And you felt the best way to warn me was to feel me up?"

Loki smirked, "those are interesting undergarments."

Natasha rolled her eyes.

Natasha had seen how the bodyguards acted on surveillance cameras several times, but it was interesting actually being the bodyguard. Right before she sat back down she nodded at Studansky who smirked. Then she felt a pinch on her ass. Ah, Loki is following me.

Thankfully the bodyguards remained silent and Natasha could simply observe. After leaving the restaurant, they headed for a club. In the back room, Studansky made deal after deal with guns from all different countries. Drugs, toxins, chemicals: this man apparently dealt in all of them.

It was morning before she was able to leave to go home. Thankfully she knew which vehicle the lunkhead owned and was able to drive back to her car.

Natasha climbed into her car with some difficulty; the man was much taller and wider than her.

"Have fun?"

Natasha immediately pulled a gun and pointed it at Loki's face. She took a deep breath but kept the gun at point. Loki had evidently traded in his Midgardian clothes for a green tunic and black pants. She assumed it was Asgardian casual.

"If you're going to threaten me," Loki smirked, "then at least look pretty about it."

Natasha felt the tingling sensation and looked down to see that she was back in her form and in the short dress. Her wig was missing though.

Natasha pulled the gun back and locked it before setting it next to her leg, "we need to get you back to Stark's before they realize you're gone."

"They won't," Loki said simply.

Natasha slammed the gas, making the god jerk back in his seat. "Fury would kill me if he knew you were out here."

"Sounds like we shouldn't tell him," Loki grinned. "If anyone looks in my room they will see me sleeping."

Natasha frowned, "starting to get that magic back aren't you?"

Loki smirked, "a bit."

"You are not telling Fury anything." Natasha stated. "I am telling him that I was found out, able to escape and then I followed them."

"Would you have preferred I let them kill you?" Loki tilted his head.

"I could have handled them," Natasha ground out. "It's not exactly that easy to poison me either. And I can take those guys."

"You couldn't take me," Loki said simply.

"I didn't know you were there," Natasha said defensively. She didn't want to admit the sheer panic she had felt when she was completely pinned from behind.

Loki smirked and the looked forward to their destination. "Midgardian undergarments are different than ours."

"You suddenly a connoisseur of women's underwear?" She frowned.

"I've seen enough of them," Loki smirked even more. He leaned forward, "but yours are quite different."

Natasha smacked Loki on his chest which just made the god laugh.

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