Little Talks

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  • Dedicated to Pervy McPerverts (You)
                                        

This chapter is named after my all time favourite song, Little Talks, by Of Monsters and Men. I did it 'cos I'm the best mortal ever.

A/N: Sorry the last chapter was so much dialogue, but I don't care as much as I could, because there's no feedback. God, I sound like a child now, I hope you're all happy with what you've done. Now go to your room until you're sorry. You shall have no pudding, except for you, Tom. You can always have my pudding. I didn't mean it that way, gosh, you people are pervy mcperverts.

Loki, as usual, woke before Savannah, and he watched her as she slept. That sounded disturbing. She looked peaceful, though there was still a slight frown  from her earlier nightmare. Smiling suited her better, Loki decided, and he smoothed away the frown, and as quietly as possible, returned to his own room. He showered, brushed his teeth and dressed himself in a forest green tunic, and black skinny jeans, before gliding (regally, duh) downstairs. Making himself a cup of coffee (he'd grown quite fond of the bitter drink), Loki waited patiently for the Avengers to arrive.

Steve was first, surprised to see anyone awake before him, but he nodded politely, and squeezed a glass of orange juice. Bruce next, smiling at both of them (admittedly nervously when it came to Loki), and settling down with a mug of Chammomile tea. The assassins followed shortly after, Natasha frying an egg for Clint, while Barton made waffles. Cute. Thor came soon afterwards, nodding approvingly at his little not-brother, and then having (surprise, surprise) Poptarts. Stark was last, obviously, and he glared venomously at Loki's back, before moving towards the drinks cabinet. He poured himself a glass of scotch, which was whisked away and consumed by Loki before he had a chance to lift it to his lips.

'Hey!' Tony whined petulantly, until Loki fixed him with a look.

'Stark, this is an important matter, and it will be simpler for all concerned if you were sober.' Loki explained, graciously.

'If it's so important, then surely Savannah should be down here as well, right?' Steve asked.

 'As a matter of fact, this meeting is an intervention, of sorts. Savannah is-' Loki was cut off, rather rudely by Tony.

'Wait, Savannah's addicted to drugs?' 

'No Stark, now stop interrupting before I disembowel you. Savannah is ... troubled. The Avengers, in my eyes, are the closest thing to a family she has. Admittedly you are all incredibly dysfunctional, especially you, Stark, but a family, nonetheless.'

'Yes, and?'  Loki sighed at Tony's ignorance.

'Are you seriously telling me, that you, of all people, Stark, are ignorant of the fact that Savannah is suffering?'

'Suffering?' Steve asked.

'Yes, Captain, Savannah is under a lot of stress at the moment, and she is very troubled. She has frequent nightmares, and she hasn't eaten properly in weeks.' Loki replied.

'Oh.' They all looked horrified. Before they could say anything, however, a familiar disembodied voice started up, interrupting their thoughts.

Sir, Miss Winters appears to be-

'Yes, JARVIS, I know.' Know what? The Avengers looked at Loki confusedly, and he returned the looks with a stern glare of his own.

'Now, if you need me, I'll be in Miss Winters' room, comforting her, as she is having yet another nightmare.' And he was gone. 

Tony's POV, 'cos I'm awesome.

Tony was not quite sure when he had begun to have feelings for Savannah, but feelings he did have. How else could he describe the uncontrollable hatred he felt whenever he saw Loki holding Savannah? How else could he explain the irresistible urge to protect her? What other way was there to justify his irrational jealousy of Loki, once he had heard that Savannah had trusted him with her life story? He had lusted after women before, of course he had, (he was Tony Stark, fool), but this was different.

                                                          This was love.

A/N : Tony fancies Sav, and I am inherently cruel to flies. These are facts of life, deal with. To justify, I don't actually pull off their wings or anything, I just  really don't like them

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