Sunflower

23

We all sat down around the table, discussing the 'Loki matter'.

"I say, let's just kill him. Best thing possible," Cint said, tired of this bullshit.

"Not an option!" Thor argued, glaring at Clint. "He is of Asgard. He is not to be killed or executed," he said, folding his arms.

Clint scoffed. "This is the fourth time we have to help you catch this psychopath. We are getting tired of it," he implied, speaking for more than just himself.

"He is to be delivered to Asgard alive!" Thor yelled, silencing Clint.

God their yelling didn't help my headache! And by the looks of Wanda and Natasha, they felt the same way.

"Shh," I said, throwing my hand in the air. "Half of us are fucking dying of headaches!" I said, before sighing.

Tony rolled his eyes and stood up. "We know how to catch him, just not where to hold him until his return to Thor's magical land," Tony stated, walking to the screen.

Bucky suddenly placed his hand on my thigh, unnoticed by the others. I sat up straight, moving my leg in the proses, hoping he'd take his hand away. Nope.

"We can build another container, maybe that'll work?" Steve said from across the table, throwing out an idea.

Bucky's hand squeezed my thigh, making me take a deep breath. I lightly put my leg on-top of the other one, trying to get rid of his hand.

"But that one failed, miserably. The glass is anyways hard to find now," Bruce said, taping his finger on the table, also trying to think of a plan.

Bucky's hand moved up, under my dress and closer to my underwear. I sat back rocking a little back and forth.

"What if I just keep him in the air and tighten rope around his body?" Wanda suggested, playing with a 'power' ball in her hand, probably helping her headache.

"He'll break free of that, I know him," Thor said, declining her offer.

Bucky's thumb slowly slid onto the side of my pantie, slowly moving forward to the middle.

"What if-" I said, frightening Bucky to pull his hand away. All eyes fell on me, waiting for my suggestion. "What if we put three or four bullet proof windows or glass in front of each other, forming almost the same type of glass as last time. I mean, this is my first Loki rodeo, but I read the files about him," I implied, looking at Tony.

"That's not a bad idea," Bruce said, impressed by my answer. "It'll work actually," he affirmed while grabbing papers on the table. He started scribbling on them.

"But Loki is smart," Bucky said, earning a glare from me.

"Not if Wanda knocks him out with the help of Thor!" I said, cancelling out his remark. "If we can keep him out for as long as possible and have someone look at him 24/7, there ought not to be a probably..." I stated, looking back at Tony. I felt Bucky's gaze on me. He was smiling. I was just thankful no one saw his stupid stunt.

"It can really work!" Bruce said showing Tony the papers. "Samuel can just get us these parts and the two of us can build it easily," he said, seeing Tony's agreeing expression.

"I can help!" I offered.

"No, you are going home and you're going to rest. You've been here for days, go home," Tony said, looking at me serious.

"What? No. Tony, I can help!" I said, trying to get him to listen to me.

"No, go home." Bucky said firmly, glaring at me. I sighed and pushed myself to stand up. I stormed out the room to the front door, where I heard it pouring outside.

"Everyone else can go, we're okay now" Tony muttered.

I opened the door and felt the cold wind. I stepped outside in the rain, closing the door behind me. I walked down the path, feeling the cold rain flow over my bear arms. I started heading down the road, walking under through the streetlights.