Helpless: Avengers X Supernatural Crossover

5. Spill.

"LOKI!!!!" a furious scream came from outside your closed door, somehow not quieted at all by the thick wood.

You huffed and walked over, opening your door to reveal a pink haired and fuming Tony Stark.

"What do you-" the god stopped dead in his tracks, face falling in disappointment. "Oh, that was meant for Y/n." he frowned. "Waste of a good spell." Loki hummed, closing the door in Tony's face.

"FIX THIS RIGHT NOW!!"

You tried to contain your laughter as you waved a reversal spell over the billionaire.

"Ooo~" Tony squirmed. "That better have been my hair turning back!" he shouted to Loki's closed door.

"It was." you spoke, causing him to jump and turn around. "You're welcome."

"Oh, thanks, kid."

"You do know I'm over a thousand years old, right?" Tony shrugged.

"You look like a teenager, and you hang out with Peter."

"That's fair."

"Hey, I have some stuff in the lab I want you to check out." Tony glanced into your room. "You busy?"

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You were now splayed out under a contraption Tony had made, trying desperately to repair the faulty wiring. You pulled at the mass of blue, red, green and yellow, grunting when the tangle didn't budge.

"Stark, I'm going to have to cut all of these." you said from under the machine.

"You'll need these." a metallic clank sounded next to you, and some wire cutters were slid under the machine. "I would do it myself, but my hands have kinda been...not really working properly." you sat up, smacking your head on the underside of the machine.

"Wait." you slid out and stood up, facing Tony with a worried look. "Give me your hands."

"What's going on?" Tony asked, complying hesitantly.

"My father worked on cars, and had the same issue, he couldn't continue his work because his hands were so badly damaged." you explained, summoning a book of spells. You took Tony away and sat on the ground, since chairs in the lab were limited. "You can't go beating up your hands, Tony." you hated thinking about your father, and how much he hated his damaged hands. You couldn't bear the thought of Tony not being able to do what he loved. You flipped through the pages, finally finding the spell you needed.
"Shit. I need Evening Primrose oil..."

"I'm assuming Horns?"

"He won't give it to me, and certainly won't give it to you."

"What won't I give to you?" you jumped and turned to the voice. "By the nines!" Loki burst out laughing. "Did you roll in dirt?" he wheezed. You rolled your eyes and sent a spell over that smacked him in the stomach.

"Do you have Evening Primrose oil?" Tony asked as you picked up a wrench menacingly.

"Why?"

The wrench was chucked at his head, only missing by an inch, just as you intended. Loki's eyes widened by a fraction as he turned to you.

"Answer the question." you tilted your head with a challenging look.

"I might." the god hummed, earning another tool -a hammer this time- sailing past his ear.

"Unless you want a lovely mark on your forehead, you'd better tell me if you have it." you held a dagger up.

"I do."

"Hand it over."

"No."

"Yes."

"Make me."