Taking Care Of The Avengers (Loki x Reader) (under edit)

19. Dance Away

* So, I got a message from a reader, suggesting to do something that was out of the OC's character.

I was not completely on board with the idea, since many things I made is out of character in many ways.
Let's just make this a Bonus Chapter, shall we?
It won't be relevant in the full book, just a one-shot.
Just for you--advocate13!*
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(Y/n) was skipping through the empty hallways. She had had a nice, big, relaxing breakfast on the balcony, while she read a book. It had been quite some time since she had time alone from all the mayhem brought by the Avengers, so one calm day made her relish it.

The Tower was empty since the Avengers had gone out for some shopping and some of them had a meeting to attend to, the building was empty and (Y/n) took a day off from the hustle and bustle to treat herself to something more of her style.

She had gone to the recreation room and asked FRIDAY to give her spa treatment, where she received a massage and did a manicure and pedicure.

She has also learnt that several hours later, it was very boring.

"FRIDAY! I'm bored!"

The system almost sighed. "So I've been told. By you. For the last hour, if my time is right, which it always is."

(Y/n) pouted. "Do not learn from Tony's ways. Did you see what happened to JARVIS?"

"Yes, miss (Y/n). And I want a body too!"

She laughed. "One day, my fine, talking wall. One day."

(Y/n) reached the top floor, where Tony usually held his grand parties. She almost fainted.
"What happened here?!"

"It seems that the party last night resulted in this." FRIDAY said monotonously.

Oh yeah. That was a party that (Y/n) had skipped out on. She wondered how Tony went out when he must've had a killer hangover.

The whole place was practically trashed. Cans and bottles were scattered everywhere and the bar was messed up. Music speakers were stringed with ribbons, giving it a sad look. Cigarettes were tossed here and there messily, not like you expected anyone to dispose of it properly anyway.

"And where are the cleaners?"

"Mr. Stark had suggested that the staff of the Tower should take a break for a day or so. It seemed to be quite the party."

(Y/n) groaned. "Then we should clean it up!"

Laziness usually came first, but (Y/n) was really, really bored.

"WE?"

"Yea, I know you can't do much. So just play some music." She said with a smile.

"Genre?" The system asked.

"Rock."

(Y/n) got a trash bag and quickly started dumping the bottles and cans, swaying to the beat-- We Don't Have To Dance, by Andy B.

By lunch time came, she was almost done and she was full-on dancing.
Now, (Y/n) herself would admit she wasn't a great dancer. But she danced because no one was there to judge.

The Avengers had returned from their visit to SHIELD headquarters, and they were tired. They went to the lounge room, finding it empty yet hearing noise from above.

"FRIDAY, Where's (Y/n)?" Clint asked.

"And what's that sound?" Bucky asked, completely drawn to it. The music was pumping and invigorating.