AVENGER IMAGINES

Loki - Fire And Ice

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Loki
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Fire And Ice
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Your heart skipped a beat as the alarm rang out loudly.

Unfortunately all the alarms had to be loud enough for Clint to feel the vibrations when he didn't have his hearing aids in. In that moment in time you wanted to curse Clint and slap him in the titty, but you knew it wasn't his fault.

You rolled out of your bed sloppily and groaned as your body thumped against the cold floor.

You rubbed your face with both your hands, the fire alarm making your ears ring but thankfully not bleed.

You raked around your room in a panic trying to find a jacket considering you were only in a lose top and hot pants. You did not want to in New York at this time of year nearly butt naked.

Screw that shit.

An animal like groan escaped your throat as you slipped in trainers, you couldn't for the life of you find a jacket or a hoodie.

Instead of running out the building like a headless chicken you decided to see if Clint was okay.

You didn't bother tapping on his door, you roughly barged into it only to knock Clint flat out on his arse on the other side of the door.

"Shit!" You exclaimed as you pulled him up to his feet.

"Alarms?" Clint signed as you both ran down the hallway to the staircase.

"Fire." You signed back before racing down the stairs.

Clint refused to go in front of you - just in case - you threw a look over your shoulder every few moments to make sure he was still following.

Clint only had on a tank top and gym shorts. He had just gotten back to his room from training and taken out his hearing aids moments before the alarm went off.

You pushed open the emergency exit with maximum effort and ran out infront of the tower to join everyone else.

You weren't prepared for the cold air. Every hair on your body stood up and goosebumps raised up all over your skin. Your teeth instantly started chattering.

"Everyone is okay yes?" Wanda asked, the panic was evident in her shakey voice.

"Yeah. All except Tony." Steve glowered at Tony who was sitting on the side walk or rather swaying uncontrollably on the side walk.

"What did he do this time?" You asked trying to make your voice sound as threatening as possible.

"Oh.. Little Mr genius here got drunk and decided he wanted goddamn pancakes!" Natasha growled lowly. Pietro stood by her and chuckled deeply at her dislike of the whole situation.

"Natasha, Language." Steve said sternly before he could stop himself.

Everyone around gave a little chuckle besides one.

You glanced over to him, his long dark hair was wet. His vibrant eyes a mix of green and blue neither of them more dominant than the other. His pale almost blue skin was clear and shaven. You couldn't help but steal more looks at him.