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

29) Italian Job-an Impatient God and an Assassin With a Separation Complex

"Tony! Where are you?" Natasha screamed out.

"He's gone out," Loki, who was sitting at the kitchen counter replied without looking up from his book. He lightly licked his fingertip and turned the page. The book was 'A god's guide to drive'.

He didn't acquire a license, but ever since the Pietro-tooth incident, he decided that learning it was for the best. So, when Steve had found the book in the library, and not knowing why it was there or what to do with it, Loki had snatched it out of his hands and immediately took interest.

"Why are you screaming? Don't you know it's 5:00 am?" (Y/n) asked groggily as she walked in and poured herself some peach juice. She took a sip and smacked her lips, making Loki's eyes flicker to them. She drank the whole cup and then poured some more.

"It's 11:00 am, (Y/n)." Nat deadpanned.

(Y/n) just shrugged and sat down after grabbing a cereal box and a bowl with a spoon. "Why do you need him anyway?"

The assassin leaned back in her chair. "I need his credit card. At least, one of his hundred cards. I have a mission tomorrow and I need to buy a few things." She said tersely.

Loki raised an eyebrow. "Visiting Hawk-Eye's family is not a mission." Natasha glanced up in surprise, and he turned back to his book. "Yes, I know. You and male-Barton talk too loudly when you spar."

"Male-Barton?" Nat laughed. (Y/n) scowled and stuffed another spoon of her cereal into her mouth.

"Then why don't you go to the bank?"

"All my accounts were frozen after the Winter Soldier fiasco. At least, not in this state."

"Are you hinting at something?" (Y/n)'s brows shot up.

"Yes, she wants us to go to the bank to withdraw money," Loki muttered.

"Thank you for volunteering! Go get me money, please." Natasha patted her back.

(Y/n) let her spoon clatter into the cereal with a disdainful plop. "Okay! What made you so peppy today?"

"It might've been the weed." She replied dumbly. They stared at her in shock but she just laughed. "Loki'd!"

"Do not use my name for your petty tricks." He growled. She skipped off, making them wonder whether she had actually smoked some weed. No one could ever tell with that woman.

"You want to come with?" (Y/n) asked, trying hard to be nonchalant. A bit of milk dribbled down her chin, and instead of cleaning it up, she shoved more spoonfuls of cereal in a hurry.

Loki's eye twitched at the sight. "Only if you can clean yourself up as much as you do with your breakfast plate."

The woman smiled an open-mouthed smile, giving him view of the half-mashed cereal on her tongue.

"By the Norns, woman," Loki retched. He held out a packet of tissues to her, which she didn't accept. "You're filthy."

In response, she shoveled more cereal and kept her mouth open in display for him, half-laughing as the milk dripped down her chin. Loki shivered in disgust and flung the packet of tissues at her face. She narrowly dodged it, allowing the packet to land on the floor.

"I'll agree to come only if you clean up!"

She thought about it and somberly picked up the tissue, wiping her lips and chin clean. "Deal."

Loki grinned triumphantly. He then pressed the intercom button that allowed everyone to hear in the private rooms. "Anyone willing to accompany (Y/n) and I to the bank?"