A/N: First, I feel like an idiot. XD I've been putting 'N/A' instead on 'A/N'. *facepalm* Oh well.

Let me just say that I am astonished at all the positive reviews and follows this story has been getting! I didn't know it was that good! Thank you all so much! I don't have a full drawn out plot for this yet, so the next few chapters will come with time. I promise I'll get a more detailed plot soon. For now, enjoy this chapter :3

Loki got no sleep that night. He stayed awake, staring at the dark ceiling, his heart racing. Sometimes the Insanity would have a sudden sprout, and he would thrash around on the small couch, trying to get away from the darkness. The wounds Bruce had so smoothly cleaned and bandaged began to bleed out again, the white bandages turning a deep crimson. The longest one of these lasted an hour. When he heard the supersoldier rising, he turned onto his side, trying to hide the fact that he was awake and hadn't gotten any sleep. He listened as Steve got some coffee, realizing that his plan had worked. He relaxed slightly and closed his eyes, trying to get at least a little sleep. He dozed off for about an hour and he woke up to the sound of Bruce Banner's voice.

"Did he sleep last night?"

Steve sighed. "I don't really know. He woke up in the middle of the night and threw a pillow at me. He wouldn't let me get near him and said something about everything not being real."

"Huh. That's weird…"

A silence fell and Loki could feel the two mens's eyes on him. He tensed up, his breathing quickening. What did they want from him? Hadn't he suffered enough? They whispered something that Loki couldn't hear and he heard one of them approach him.

"Loki? Are you awake?" Bruce asked softly. Loki curled up into a ball, answering the doctor's question. Bruce bit his lip. "Loki, can you roll onto your back for me? I need to check your wounds."

Loki shook his head, curling tighter in on himself. He let out a little whimper of pain as more blood leaked out of his wounds.

"Loki, please. I just want to help," Bruce said quietly. "Whatever did this to you had no right, even considering what you've done." Bruce's words stung Loki. He grabbed a pillow and threw it at Bruce's face, attempting to crawl over the couch, ending up falling behind the couch. "Loki!" Bruce raced to the other side of the couch and saw the god shaking in the corner. Bruce fell down to his knees and slowly crawled over to him. He stifled a gasp when he saw that his bandages had gone from white to a deep red within a matter of twelve hours. "What did you do…?" Bruce placed a hand on his shoulder, causing Loki to flinch away. Bruce ignored this and murmured, "Loki, you have to listen to me. If you don't let me help you, you'll die." Bruce was about to continue when Loki whispered something inaudible. "What?"

He swallowed and spoke up a little. "B-better d-dead than a-alive."

Bruce turned and looked at Steve with wide eyes, concern obviously coursing through him. Steve had the same look on his face as he crouched down and crawled over to Loki also. "What do you mean, Loki?" His voice was soft and quiet, trying to be comforting to the trembling god.

Loki just shook his head and curled up even tighter, whimpering softly. Steve sighed and stood up, Bruce slowly following suit. They exchanged a glance and knew that helping Loki would be harder than either of them expected.

A few hours later, Bruce and Steve had managed to move Loki back onto the couch and change his bandages. He stared at Bruce and Steve with wide eyes, unsure of what to make of them. Why were they helping him? He had caused them so much pain and chaos. He didn't deserve to be helped.

"There. Done," Bruce panted, after changing Loki's bandages for the second time that day. He stood up and went over to the table and sat down across from Steve. "What're you doing, Steve?"

Steve had his head hanging over an iPad that Tony had bought him a couple of years ago. "Learning. I still don't understand a lot of things in this world, and I want to make sure I know everything." Bruce chuckled softly than fell silent, casting a glance around the apartment. He stood up and looked around for any books he could read. He eventually found one and came back to the table, sat down, and began reading.

There was a knock at the door. Steve got up and glanced over at Loki. "Can you… hide?"

Loki's eyes narrowed but he put a simple invisibility spell over himself. It was weak and kept flickering. Steve sighed, figuring that that was as good as it would get. He went to the door and opened it.

"Stark, what are you doing there?" Steve gasped, his eyes widening slightly as he saw the billionaire. He hoped Loki's invisibility charm held; he wasn't sure how Tony would react to the god being in his apartment.

"Am I not invited here anymore?" Tony asked, smirking slightly as he stepped in. "Bruce, you're here too! Awesome." He looked around Steve's apartment. "You've got a nice place, Rogers." He walked over to the couch and was about to sit down when Steve realized that Loki was still there.

"Don't sit there!" he and Bruce exclaimed at the same time. Tony raised his eyebrows at the two.

"Why? It's just a couch."

"Bruce split some soda on it earlier," Steve said quickly. "It's still sticky."

Tony blinked, shrugged, then went over to the table and sat down in one of the chairs. He put his heels up on the table, stretching out a bit. "What've you two cats been up to?"

As the three Avengers talked, Loki held his breath, praying desperately that his invisibility spell would hold. His magic wasn't as strong as it normally was and he wasn't sure if he could exactly trust Tony Stark. He knew he would be able to trust Bruce and Steve; they could keep a secret. Tony? Not so much.

Two long hours of Loki straining to hold his spell passed, and Loki was sure that if Tony didn't leave soon, he'd be exposed. He watched as the three men talked and tried to get Bruce and Steve's attention without success. They seemed to have forgotten that Loki was there. Why did he even try? No one really cared for him. There was no one who had ever truly cared for Loki. So why did he feel safe here? Thanos would get him again eventually; why keep up this strain of keeping his magic up?

Loki had come to a conclusion and slowly closed his eyes, exhaustion sweeping over him. His spell was lifted and a weight he hadn't known was on his shoulders went with it. His breathing slowed and he fell asleep easily.

Tony, whose back was turned to the couch, had no idea that the god of mischief was sleeping on the couch behind him. He did get an idea that something was wrong, however, when Bruce's happy expression changed to panic and Steve's face paled. "Hey, guys, it was just a joke…"

Steve shook his head and smiled again, trying to ignore Loki. "Yeah, sorry. Just-just got caught up in some thoughts."

"Bruce must've too. Do you guys have telepathy powers?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He smirked a little. "What's going on with you two?"

"Nothing, we just-"

"-bad night's sleep…"

"…and trouble at work…"

"Alright, enough!" Tony exclaimed. "I get it." He checked his watch, eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Aw, I gotta go. Pepper's going to kill me if I'm late for this meeting…" He stood up. "Bruce, I'll see you tomorrow for science stuff. Rogers… Uh, keep up the good work." Steve and Bruce nodded weakly and Tony turned around. His eyes landed on the sleeping god and he took a step back, incredulous. Steve sighed, while Bruce groaned and rubbed his temples. Steve swore he knew exactly what Tony was going to say before he actually whipped around again and exclaimed,

"What the hell is Loki doing here?!"