Pop tarts

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It was Saturday. I had just finished training with Nat and I got out of the shower, my hair still damp. I put on a hoodie and some jeans and went down in the living room. No one was around and I wanted a snack. 

I searched through the cabinets above the sink, that's where we kept the cereal, chips and popcorn. Tony let me eat anything I wanted from the kitchen, he had enough money in his bank account, anyway. If he wanted, he could buy all of the groceries stores in Manhattan.

I saw a box of pop tarts and got a sudden craving for them. I opened the box and there was just one left. Just when I took it out in excitement, the Avengers entered the living room. They were probably coming back from a meeting. 

When Tony saw me opening the package of the pop tart, his eyes widened. He shook his head quickly and started gesturing desperately towards the box. 

"What??" I frowned. He looked pretty funny, to be honest.

"Put it back!" he mouthed as he gestured towards the door in panic. The others seemed panicked, too.

"Why?" I asked. 

Suddenly, Thor entered the room. He saw the pop tart in my hand and his expression changed to rage. Before I knew it, he attacked me. The others tried to drag him back while his hands were clenched around my throat. You can imagine how strong he was. I was gasping for air, trying to fight back, when Loki entered the room, flicked his fingers and I saw green strings of magic pushing Thor back and sticking him against the wall.

Trying to catch my breath, I bent forwarded and said:

"What the hell?? Were you trying to kill me or something??" I pulled back in fear.

"You stupid little mortal! How dare you eat the pop tarts that belong to the son of Odin?" he yelled.

"Geez, I'm sorry!" I say, shocked. I grab the pop tart and cautiously give it to him. As soon as he took a bite, he calmed down.

"My apologies, young mortal! I have an affinity for this mass-produced delicacy."

"That's...fine?" I said, still shaken up. "Oh, and thanks, Loki".

He seemed to think about his answer.

"I do not like my brother killing people. I envy him every time for the opportunity".

"That's...a little concerning of you, Loki. I hope you don't kill me in my sleep" I laugh nervously.

"It was brought to my attention that I should stop doing that".

When he saw my terrified face, he grinned.

"That was a joke."








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