My fault (The true story of Ultron and a buncha chaos)

Rookie mistake

POV: Loki

"Loki what the [bleep] were you thinking?" Steve slammed open the door to my bedroom, holding up his phone like I'd done something horribly wrong.

"Language. What? Did I change your ringtone too?" I asked, putting mine down.

"You made a group chat with a random kid you found at the library and got his phone number from the internet?" He asked, squinting at me like he was looking for signs of my lying. Please. Like my lying is detectable.

"Yes. Is there something wrong with that?" I asked, feigning innocence. "Oh. I'm sorry. You would know as well as me."

He obviously doesn't appreciate my joke and rolls his eyes. "Don't give him any hints. Now I have to yell at Thor for not watching you. Frick, my job is so hard."

"Language," I smirk.

"I didn't even-... Oh, whatever."

I sigh and turn back to my phone, but Tony and Peter have started talking about the science I didn't understand.

 I didn't end up getting a book from the library, somehow, because I was caught up in my interaction with Peter Parker. Of course, I probably wouldn't read it in favor of my books from Asgard. I wonder how they're faring under Odin's rule. Probably worse than if I was king. I fidget with the bracelet on my wrist, trying again to loosen it. Thor made it extra tight so I couldn't get it off, something which bugged me because it was supposed to be a gift, but it had my identity engraved on the side, plus return to the Avengers like I was one of these Midgardian pets. I pull my sleeve back up over it and leave, deciding to see if I can annoy someone.

The avenger's tower is way too big, I'm not going to lie. Which means plenty of places to hide, if I want to stab Thor or set a snake on someone, except I don't have a dagger or a snake.

I wonder if I could sneak out and get a dagger or the tesseract or something...

Worth a shot. Bruce and Natasha aren't here right now, so that's only, what, four Avengers?

I walk down to the front door, meeting no one along the way and noting it unlocked. Still, I feel like I shouldn't touch it. Like the way you don't want to touch the light switch for a crowded room, except you do so badly...

Yeah whatever. I tentatively reach out and touch the doorknob and immediately the door locks and the other doors close and lock and window armor drops down and Thor's bracelet shocks me.

"Ouch," I muttered, scratching at it again.

"I'm sorry, sir, but Mr. Stark has added a lockdown reaction to your fingerprints on the door," Jarvis said.

"Thanks?" I said, rubbing where the lightning had travelled up my arm. "And what now?"

"Now Steve is currently saying he is going to pulverize you."

"Wait," I said, looking around at the dark room, "Did Steve set this up?

"Yes, sir."

I sat down against the wall and looked up at the ceiling, hearing footsteps. Wow. The full treatment. I just wanted a dagger! And here they come with the shield and the bomb arrows and Mjolnir stupid Mjolnir and everything and I'm going to die again. Three times in one century. That might be a record.

"Can you please turn on the lights?" I sighed, and Jarvis ignored me. Typical, this is my reward for adding the AI onto the group chat. That took almost five minutes of my time.

A door opened just in time for a smoke bomb arrow to get in the room. They were going to show off too? Any bystander would think I tried to take over the world again.

"Loki, stand down," I heard Steve say through the smoke. I'm not even fighting, but that gives me an idea.

The smoke clears and the Avengers stand in an empty room. Well, the Avengers plus me looking the exact same as Captain Rogers.

"Where'd he go?" I said convincingly, laughing inside. I looked at Steve and glared. "Oh, you aren't going to pull that trick on me-"

"Loki! Take off that stupid disguise," He said, holding up his shield. Honestly, it's more like a frisbee. I heft my illusion one and smile.

"Lies will never triumph over truth," I said, deciding to do a Captain America monologue. "No matter how convincing, the truth will be found and the falseness in reality will be exterminated-"

"Stop," Thor said, holding up a hand at me. I stared at him.

"Do not fall for his tricks, broth-"

"It's Loki!" Steve yelled. Snitch. "He said brother that's Loki not me-"

"Enough illusions, Brother," Thor said, reminding me again of mother. I sighed and turned back into myself.

"There you go. Happy now?" I asked, steeling myself for whatever attack they were going to launch. Thoughts of mother wouldn't leave my mind, and I tried not to let anyone notice. "I just wanted a dagger."

"A dagger? To stab me the next time I take you to the library and then run off and try to take over Midgard again?" Thor asked. Any other time I would've given him a bit of credit for coming up with a detailed scenario like that, but all I can think about is mother. Mother and that stupid Jane she died protecting. I remind myself that she was protecting the aether as well, but that doesn't stop the hate coursing through me. 

"Because you just tried to take over Midgard. With an army. And you failed," Steve added.

"That was Ultron," I said, trying to keep my force from wavering.

"Look, as much as I would like the blame off me, I did make Ultron," Tony said, running down the stairs with his suit on except his mask. Wow. All the available Avengers on me. I feel so honored.

"Don't you understand?" I said, hoping my rage could drown out my sorrow. "I've explained it time after time after time. Ultron wasn't yours. He was a part of my scepter, and him plus the Mind stone influenced whoever held it. Ask Bruce," I took a breath to steady my voice and noticed my hands in fists raised in front of me. "Whoever you got it from-"

"Hydra," Steve said. I glared.

"Of course. Hydra. My apologies. They brought it out more, gave it defining traits. Tony gave it a consciousness."

"Yes, we've all heard your story, brother," Thor said impatiently, swinging Mjolnir around his finger a couple times.

"Then why don't you believe me?" I said, hearing my voice crack. My fingertips start turning blue and I shut my eyes. Stop thinking about Mother, I told myself. How can anyone obey you when you don't obey yourself?

"Look, when you call yourself the god of lies, can you blame anyone for not believing you?" Steve sighed. I rekindle my rage and think about now rather than the past. "Clint, go ahead."

I turned to look behind me and see Hawkeye hiding in the shadows a moment before his arrow hits my forehead. Electricity invades my senses and I barely manage to curse him before I hit the ground.