What's a God to a Barista? (Loki x Reader)

Seventeen - Questions and Answers

The moon was clouded over, leaving the sky pitch black as you were practically shoved into a truck with STARK INDUSTRIES plastered on the side.

Your breathing had resorted to shaky gasps, and you were just about on the verge of hyperventilating. It was all sickeningly familiar to the morning at the cafe. Your eyes flickered between the ground and Stark's face, glinting in the fluorescent lights.

"Do you want a selfie or something?" Stark mocked sarcastically.

"You took my phone," you muttered, narrowing your eyes at him. You also took Loki.

"Yeah, no, sorry about that," Stark admitted, "you won't believe what you can do on those things. Technology, am I right?"

You tightened your jaw and let your head fall back on the walls of the truck. "Hey, cheer up, Charlie Bucket," he warned, "We'll get there soon enough."

"And where exactly is there?" You groaned, exasperated and slightly embarrassed by your lack of context on the whole situation.

"Here." Replied the driver, the truck rumbling to a stop. The back doors opened, exposing you to the frigid night air. Stepping out of the truck, you were greeted by a sleek building, which you were pretty sure you had seen somewhere on the news before. "The Avengers Compound."

"I'll take it from here, Happy." Stark said, departing from the driver and turning to you. "Come on, kid. You've got a long night ahead of you."

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Fifteen minutes. That's how long you had been waiting in that confining, torturous room. You counted every second of it, each one feeling like an eternity.

After all that time, you didn't expect the first face you were greeted with to be one you had seen just a day before.

"Y/N? I'm Steve Rogers," you popped your head up as he entered the room, your heart instantly skipping a beat. "I'm here to ask you a few questions."

"We're here to ask you a few questions," a woman corrected as she entered on his tail. "Natasha Romanoff. Shield Agent."

Your mouth fell open as the two of them seated themselves across from you at the desk you had been sitting at for forever. You stared at them for a few moments, starstruck, until Rogers finally spoke up. "Are you ok, L/N?"

You tightened your jaw. "Well, including you two, I've met four out of the six avengers in the last hour or so. Define ok."

"Actually, you've met four of seven," Natasha joked, leaning further across the desk. "We count the Hulk as two people."

That line really set in stone your disbelief that any of that was real. You were sitting across from Captain America, the world's first superhero, and Black Widow, one of the greatest trained assassins the world had ever met. And there you were, in a sweater and jeans, staring like an unattended child - which was pretty much what you felt like anyway.

"We might as well start, huh?" Rogers said, giving you the most reassuring smile he could. You nodded, and he continued. "First things first; your name?"

"Y/N L/N," you replied, "but you know that already."

Rogers nodded. "How old are you?"

"18 years." You replied.

"When did you become a barista at the Cafe?"

"Right after I got out of highschool."

Natasha cleared her throat. "Steve, you're terrible at interrogations," she cut in, "I can handle it."