I'm different (Avengers fanfic)

C6- Dinner's ready

Chapter 6: Dinner’s ready
*3rd Person’s POV* 
(Tuesday)
As Tony continued drawing circles on the god’s hands. Loki took this time to look around the table. Natasha, who was now classified as dominant, was laughing happily with Bruce and Clint. Thor was in the kitchen, helping Steve cut up some vegetables. The two men in the kitchen also looked like they were having fun. Then Loki looked at Tony. God, he was beautiful. Tony had amber brown eyes that shone with hope, hazel hair tousled on his head, a playful smile always kept on his face. The mechanic looked back at the god with interest. He had majestic, raven shoulder length hair, poisonous turquoise eyes that lit up whenever he was excited, face pale and stoic, but a thin-lipped smile would grace his lips when he saw Thor. Tony couldn’t believe that he was actually the same cold-hearted murderer that attacked New York months ago, who threw him out of his gown window. 

“Dinner’s ready!” Thor’s booming voice filled the room, and both the mechanic and the god both blushed and turned their heads away from each other, but none of them letting go of each other’s hands. The red-haired assassin turned her head and managed to catch a glimpse of what was happening between the pair and smiled, before turning to the mouth watering food in front of her. Bruce and Clint also stopped talking and almost drooled at the food.

Steve and Thor had prepared brown wheat pasta beef bolognese, with a side portion of cream chicken soup, plus a smoothie on the side. And it was a chocolate smoothie that Thor had made, using a recipe from his mother. Loki smiled at this. He missed his mother, his home. He even missed Lady Sif, who usually teased him and threatened him, but was caring sometimes. He even missed his old cell, that was decorated with his items, like his spell books. He missed doing his spells, since Odin stripped him of his powers, leaving him with the bare minimum, like shape shifting. Loki missed his daggers, those two knives that he wielded carefully. He remembered fighting beside Thor once, charging at his enemies, the daggers slicing the their throats open, the blood oozing out and staining the blade of his knives. The hilt was wrapped in beautiful dark green leather, with gold vines embroidered in it, making out a snake. Unfortunately, they were placed in Thor’s care, who would give them to him once Loki proved his trust to them.

“I quickly whipped this up, I hope you don’t mind,” Steve said, as he served everyone their portion. Everyone all opposed, telling the captain that this was the best meal they had, and they loved it, leaving him blushing and smiling shyly. As he sat down, he looked towards Loki, who was smiling softly to himself, as he sipped the soup. “Loki,” the god looked up, slight panic and worry embedded in his gaze, before masking it all up, leaving his face stoic and emotionless. “We need to discuss rules, for all the submissives and rules made specially for you, alright?” 

The god nodded and motioned for the blonde to continue. Steve smiled before asking Jarvis to record whatever he was saying from now on, to which the AI obliged immediately. Steve and the other dominants had already discussed some rules, some made specially for different submissives. However, just when he was about to start, the door bell rang. The Avengers looked up and Jarvis informed them that he was unclear of who was at the door. Then, they heard a thump, before silence engulfed them again. Tony made the first move, standing up and announcing, “I’ll go see who it is,” but before he could go, Steve stood up as well, a stern expression on his face as he summoned his shield, and replied, “I’ll go with you,” 

Everyone agreed, except the mechanic, who grumbled under his breath saying that he was capable of going on his own. As the two cautiously exited the lift to the front door, Steve used his shield to cover the both of them, Tony’s left hand sticking out at the side with his repulsers armed and ready. Silently, they opened the door and expected to see someone standing there, but was met with something different. The pair gasped. 

A man, with shoulder length hair, laid unconscious on the doorstep, his arm clutching his side tightly, blood oozing out. His other arm shone in the moonlight, a red star painted on it. The two then realised it was a metal arm. Suddenly, realisation dawned on the captain. His face went pale, eyes widened and mouth hanging in shock. 

“Bucky?”