A sucker for you -Loki

Dirty Dancing

In the quinjet

"Is he saying anything?" Fury asked over the radio.

"Not a word," Natalia responded.

"Just get him here, we're low on time," Fury said as Tony looked back to where Loki was, only to see his daughter with him.

Loki was in chains, looking forward, while Antonia leaned on his side, stroking his biceps.

"You know, I kind of like you in chains," Antonia said as she moved her hand down his chest, inching closer and closer to his private area.

"I promise you, darling," Loki began as he turned towards the girl, leaning closer to her. "Next time, I will be the one enjoying you chained up." He whispered in her ear, then looked over her shoulder at Tony, sending him a smirk.

"Why not now?" she asked. "I would love to see the god in you come out."

"I don't like it," Steve said to Tony.

"I don't either," Tony muttered as he watched the sick bastard lean into his only known child. "He's too close." Tony was about to step forward when Steve stopped him with a grab of his arm.

"What? No, not that," Steve said.

Tony got it after that. "What, Rock of Ages giving up so easily?"

"I don't remember it being that easy. This guy packs a wallop," Steve said.

"Still, you are pretty spry for an older fellow," Tony said before asking louder, "What's your thing? Pilates?"

"Definitely Pilates, Daddy-o," Antonia said beside Loki, who wasn't happy about her not paying attention to him. She started focusing on Steve's backside, holding up her hands like a frame. "I mean, have you seen that ass? Well, it's America's ass n—"

She was knocked in the side by Loki, hating that she looked at another man.

"Nope. Corner," Tony said, pointing to the corner.

"Nobody puts baby in a corner," she stood up, tall and strong.

"Corner," he gave her a stern look that her mother taught him. They didn't care that she was grown.

"Fine!" She went and sat in the corner, scrunching up her nose. "Ew, it smells like the poor," she said, starting to cry. Loki continued to stare at the girl, while Steve looked offended by the comment given she was now right next to him.

"Okay, what is up?" Steve asked. "Why do you have one of your girls pretending to be your actual daughter?"

"What girls? I look like one of his girls?" Antonia asked, disgusted, earning a shake of the head from Loki, who didn't know what they were talking about but saw the look of hurt on Antonia's face. She smiled at him. "Open-relationship parents suck. That just means I need to buy more unique pieces!"

"No smiling!" Tony scolded both her and Loki. "And for your information, Cap, she is my actual daughter."

"Since when do you have a daughter?"

"Since 22 years ago."

"And I'm the light of his life," Antonia said as she got up and spun around.

"More like a knife that bleeds my bank dry."

"Hey! You said we were rich!"

"I should've said I was." She stuck her tongue out at him, and he stuck his out at her before muttering under his breath, "Brat."

"Old bat," she muttered at the same time.

"Why are you here?" Tony asked.

"Patchy thought it would be a bright idea to have as much muscle as possible." She eyed Loki up and down. "I would gladly use my muscles o—"

"CORNER!"

"How come you're the only one that gets to play?" she pouted as she turned around.

"She's basically bionic... or we could say just has super strength" Tony told Steve, who looked confused while Loki looked amused.

"I was kept inside a kid named Leo's basement," she shouted.

"Please stop watching TV," Tony responded.

"What's Pilates?" Steve asked, getting back to the main topic.

"It's like calisthenics. You might have missed a couple of things," Tony paused. "Doing time as a Capsicle."

Antonia giggled from her corner.

Steve glared at him.

"Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in," Steve said to Tony.

"Yeah, there's a lot Fury doesn't tell you," Tony said as he didn't notice Antonia gesturing to Loki, measuring with her fingers.

Lightning struck.

"Where's this coming from?" Natasha asked.

Thunder practically struck the jet, causing Antonia to use the distraction as a way to fall into Loki's lap, all the way from across the jet. Maybe accidentally, maybe not.

"Hello, darling," Loki purred.

"I'm sorry, Loki. I must have lost my footing," she smiled innocently at him, yet stayed in his lap, making a little motion, causing his friend to pop up.

"Sure you did," he smirked.

Before her dad could turn, she quickly sat in the seat next to him.

"What's the matter? Are you scared of a little lightning?" Steve asked Loki.

"I'm not overly fond of what follows," Loki stated. Everyone looked confused before something rocked the jet.

Tony suited up and pressed the hatch button.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked until a blonde man came up and used a hammer to push Tony back.

"Dad!" Antonia rushed toward him.

Thor grabbed Loki and flew out of the jet.

"LOKI!" Antonia yelled as she looked outside at where they went.

"Glad to see you care so much," Tony rolled his eyes behind the suit as he got up. "And now there's that guy."

"Another Asgardian?" Natasha asked.

"That guy's a friendly?" Steve asked Tony.

"Doesn't matter. If he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract's lost," Tony said.

"Stark, we need a plan of attack," Steve stated.

"I have a plan," Tony said as he walked down the hatch. "Attack," then he flew off.

Steve grabbed a parachute.

"I'd sit this one out, Cap," Natasha said.

"I don't see how I can."

"These guys come from legends; they're basically gods."

"There's only one God, ma'am, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that," Steve said as he was about to run out before Antonia stopped him.

"Please make sure he's safe," Antonia told him.

"I promise your dad will be fine."

"What? No! I meant Loki," Antonia said. "Chains were promised."

He gave her a confused look, then ran after Tony.

A couple of minutes later, when she was sure her father and almost-teammate were gone, Antonia said, "Well, bye," to Natasha as she jumped out of the plane too. "LOKIIII!" she screamed on the way down.

She landed right next to him and smirked before kissing him passionately and possessively.

"Yeah... no...." Tony yanked her back and flew back to the jet.

"Ughh I never get what I want" The daughter of the billionaire said while crossing her arms.