A Little Fate (LokixReader) {COMPLETE}

Chapter Thirteen

(A/N: Sorry for the super short chapter, the next part should be up really soon.)

It was amazing how fast a situation could be forgotten by the Avengers, although not necessarily surprising. You had bribed them with the concept of pancakes. Not a long time later, the group moved to the kitchen. It was for the collective good.

You started making the pancakes, while Clint made the bacon and sausage. Steve made the coffee and eggs, but only after receiving quite a lot of hilarious harassment from Clint about attempting to cook his 'feathered fellows'. 

He was reminded by almost every other member of the team that eggs for cooking did not count as 'feathered', or even living. Eggs from egg farms would be eaten anyway, even if the chickens lived in the wild, so his argument was quickly shot down.

You couldn't help but notice when you were cooking on the stove, that everyone was staring at you. Well, all except Peter. Loki was also staring, but he seemed to be doing it less, and in a more thoughtful manner. At first you assumed they were just waiting for you to finish, but it soon felt much more than that.

"What's wrong?" You ask them, after you received one too many glances from the team. What were they all so desperately worried about?

"It's just that- Well, you're cooking pancakes." Tony replied, after everyone else had shyed away from the conversation.

"Yeah, I used to do it for myself and Peter all the time. Why is it weird?"

"You cook all the time? I thought... not to be offensive or anything, but maybe that you would-"

You sigh. Tony is taking forever to explain, "Peter, translate your father please."

"They're worried that you're gonna hurt yourself in the kitchen, since you're dealing with the universe and everything." He answered bluntly. You knew from experience that Peter would give you the most blunt, most honest answers in the mornings.

"Thank you Pete. And secondly, no, nothing's going to happen in the kitchen. I learned my lesson a long time ago, and have placed a 'safe time' from the moment I step foot in a kitchen, to the moment I leave it."

"When did you do this?" Steve spoke up, finally finding his voice.

"Second time I went into a kitchen. The first time was when I met Peter." Everyone turned to the arachnid, expecting a response, even though he still hadn't woken up enough to respond. Or probably even think properly.

Natasha, finally realizing the situation, turned to you to ask the same question. You sigh. It wasn't your favorite story to re-live.

"The first time I cooked, I was trying to make a PB&J. Yes, I really was just making a damn sandwich. Somehow I ended up soaked, splattered in peanut butter, with bruises from falling on the counter. Then May, Peter's Aunt, came over to investigate all the noise I was making. She helped me clean up a bit, and ended up making my sandwich for me. Peter came over a bit later, and we were introduced..." You trail off, smelling something burning. "Steve, you're burning Clint's cousins!"

"Wha- Oh no! The eggs!" You laugh at his clumsiness, knowing full well that bad luck strike wasn't your fault. If it was, they would've caught on fire.

"How dare you burn Sammy!" Clint shouts, gesturing to the smoking pan.

"Since when is Sammy a name for an egg?" 

"I would've gone with Eggbert." You laugh on the inside at the amount of dad-jokes in a kitchen at once.

"It's a name since some eggs have Sam-inila."

"Salmon-ella seems more appropriate for the name of a fish, don't you think?"

You receive a few chuckles, and you can make out some of Clint's grumbles. You turn your attention back to the pancakes at hand.

*

"Breakfast is served!" You finally announce a few minutes later. The table is instantly swarmed upon by the team. You make a mental note to serve out their meals on plates next time, to prevent this exact situation.

After the initial frenzy is over, you, Peter, and Loki head to grab your own plates. You, because you were busy feeding Leo; Peter, since he was too tired to join in; and Loki. Well, you don't actually know why Loki didn't join in. But you suspected he just wasn't a fan of the whole 'people' thing.

As you all sit down with your plates, you notice that Loki was eyeing his breakfast suspiciously. Wasn't he a fan of pancakes?

"These are so good!" Clint says from across the table. Everyone joined in on the compliments.

"You are officially the only person allowed to cook pancakes in this tower." Tony says, and they all agree. You didn't mind cooking pancakes every so often. Just not everyday. That's not what he meant, right?

Right?

Finally, Loki took a bite of his pancakes. You could see instantly how his eyes lit up in delight.

"These are absolutely delicious." He murmurs, shoving more into his mouth. He was worse than Thor!

"Someday I'm going to have to introduce you to cinnamon rolls." You smirk, happy he liked your cooking. It was different, somehow. When the team complimented you, it felt more mutual. When Loki did it, you could tell it was special.

"So, I've been thinking." Bruce starts, drawing everyone's attention. "We've never really witnessed the full extent of your powers. Of course we've heard about them, seen some of them, but we've never actually seen everything that you can do. Or if there's any sign as to what causes them, or fuels them. It doesn't seem to have an effect on you when you use them."

Of course he asked that. Although you didn't quite know what caused them, you knew exactly what fueled them. Well, fueled you.

"Yeah. We'll have to do that sometime." You say, hopefully keeping up the charade. You'd be good on 'fuel' for quite awhile. Ever since you drained Loki, you've been full on power. Perhaps you'd stay this way?

"Are you free after lunch?" You nod, and that was settled. You just hoped the demonstration wouldn't lead to disaster.

"Another thing." All eyes turned to Tony, "I'm throwing a party in a few weeks, to announce you and Rudolf as part of the team. I figured everyone would like a heads up."

"Another party? Didn't you just have one?"

"No, last time was a few weeks ago. This is a Press Party. They're different."

"Sure it is." Natasha replied, with a roll of her eyes. Everyone could back her up on that front.

(A/N: I'm sorry I've been taking so long to update, some of the scenes have been a little tricky. Thanks for understanding! Please comment and vote! Or don't, I'll love all of you anyway!🥰🥰)