Your decision was to avoid Loki. Wanda and Nat were right. You liked Loki. You liked him a lot. As a friend of course. Right?
Who knew avoiding someone was such hard work! You were replicating Harry's first run through a pillar to the 9 3/4 platform, and when you ran inside with your trolley, Loki was staring at you. You quickly conjured a portal under you and got out of there as quick as you could.
Another asset used to avoid Loki was missions. You took so many missions after missions after missions, that Tony had to assign you breaks. You had quickly made a name for yourself, due to the fact that you went through missions so fast. You always left your mark. There was always a hidden phoenix made of ash where ever you struck, a representation of Loki's nickname for you and your code name. There was one particular mission, where you have to infiltrate a mafia. That took about a month. You had got the information you needed, but had gotten caught. You escaped but were very injured.
You walked back into the compound, bleeding.
"Do you need hel-"
"No." You replied to Bruce as you walked past. All you wanted to do was collapse in your own bed.
"Do you want to-"
"No." You said to Wanda who was eyeing your wounds.
"Do you want hot chocolat-"
"No. Actually yes. Thank you." You said to Thor as you caught the thermos he threw.
You continued to your room, teleporting the thermos to your nightstand. You entered your room, bleeding. And of course, of all people, he was there.
He was leaning against the wall, arms folded. Loki laughed, "You got injured on your way out? That's embarrassing, even for you, darling."
"Leave me alone and get out of my room. I'm not in the mood. My ribs feel broken, I can't breathe properly, and I feel as if I'm going to pass out at any moment."
"I know you've been avoiding me, why?"
"Please, not today, not now, not ever." You whispered as you started to stagger towards the bathroom, lungs on fire.
He froze, pain evident in his eyes, eyebrows furrowing. Suddenly, halfway to the bathroom, your legs gave out. Instead of feeling the floor hit your face, you felt two arms holding you tight. "I've got you, darling. I need you to keep your eyes open and focus on me." He said into your ear.
Your eyelids fluttered, and you started to lose consciousness. The last thing you remembered was his worried eyes, scanning your face.
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Loki's POV:
He momentarily panicked, before you started raggedly breathing in and out in your sleep. He brought you to your bed and cleaned any visible wounds manually. He looked at your torn suit and realized how uncomfortable that must be.
After he finished healing you, he used a cleaning spell to get rid of all the blood. With a snap, he used magic to change your clothes into a pain of his sweatpants and one of the hoodies that Thor gave him. It was dark green and he secretly loved it. He was just about to leave when you woke up.
You sat up, rubbing your eyes sleepily. "Stay." You said sleepily, grabbing his wrist. He tried to detach your hand from his wrist, but you seemed to get upset by that. "Stay." You said, more childlike than ever. He smiled and sat on the bed. You smiled, and fell back asleep, hand intertwined with his.
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A/N: Here's your (not so) daily dose of denial! Sorry for a short chapter, but I had to write this quickly because finals are coming up for me!
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