Tony Stark. One day I might slug him in the face. The next I might die defending his billionaire ass.
But today it was his turn to slug me in the face.
I snarled at him and pointed my finger. "Damn it, Stark! Clint's the one with coffee grinds under his nails!"
At the mention of his name and the trouble he realized he was in, Clint turned tail past Natasha and ran with laughter echoing behind him. Natasha couldn't help but smile at him.
Tony lowered his helmet automatically and smiled at me. It was a few muscle stretches from pissed and dashing. "Don't touch my stuff."
I rubbed my right cheek but the bruise was already fading. The aching had already gone. "I didn't touch your stuff..." I paused and added, "This time."
He smirked as Steve Rogers and Bruce Banner appeared in the kitchen and stopped to look at Tony in his armor. Natasha looked to them and Steve raised his eyebrows. Natasha nodded her head toward me. Out of all the people in the tower, it had to be Bruce that I was closest to. He trusted me when I didn't trust myself and I had no idea why. Where did that trust in his brown eyes come from?
I simply huffed and turned my back to Tony, forgetting my morning cup of tea. "I hope you get the coffee grinds out of your cup holders."
I could almost hear his mind click. "Son of a bitch."
I rolled my eyes. I had touched his stuff, technically, but Clint was the one to pack damp coffee grinds in his cup holders.
Tony and I started off on the wrong foot when we first met. Well, nobody liked me after they knew who I was with the exception of Bruce, Natasha, and Thor would also like me when we met when he dragged Loki from the carrier. However, that was not the first time the god and I met.
Tony and I started on the wrong foot because he knew I was not human and Fury and I tried to pass it off as if I was. Tony only knew because his suit picked up on the power in my being. And when he tried to question me, I dodged him and Fury shut him down and prevented his snooping from succeeding. Only when Thor showed up did I finally have to explain because he recognized me.
I was an Asgardian and grew up a little younger than Thor and Loki. However, I knew them both as kids. I, alongside Sif, trained to be warriors and we became some of the best. But I ventured into other practices that made me closer to the trickster, Loki Laufeyson. I got so close to him that he showed me his Frost Giant form before confronting Odin. I got so close to him that I fell in love and fell with him to Midgard.
But I threw myself after him and never found him until Fury called me to the Avengers, knowing I existed the moment I blasted through Midgard's atmosphere and made SHIELD tech go nuts, through Natasha Romanoff before she went to Bruce. And I got debriefed one on one with the director after I went with her to get the big guy. The only ones to know that I was an Asgardian were Fury, Maria Hill, and Natasha.
And that blew when Thor recognized me openly.
What happened with Loki in Stuttguart, you might ask?
I closed the door to my room in the Avengers Tower and took a seat on the couch built into the wall across from a TV that I never really used. The things I did use that were here, daggers, armor, and high class weapons, were nothing compared to the Asgardian necessities I could conjure with a thought, just like Loki. However, I still would use the earthly weapons on humans. Certain ones, anyway.
