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

54) Ban Of The Curse Words

This was before (Y/n) and Loki got together. Before the Maximoff twins joined the initiative.

Before it had all started.

The Ban of the Curse Words.

It was quite a terrible day to go outside because it had been raining heavily and the storms just never ended.

Thor, the mighty god of thunder, could've changed it if he had wanted to, but he had been taken down by the flu. Every sneeze would bring a strike of lightning; every cough—a torrent of unmerciful rain.

So he was in absolutely no mood to do so.

Hence, the Avengers were stuck in the Tower with no mission and nowhere nice to go to.

"Tony! Don't curse at the toaster!" Steve yelled from where he was sitting on the couch.

Stark was sitting at the kitchen counter, trying to fix the toaster that had decided to overheat and burn his toast till it became charred pieces. After Clint had sneakily taken the burnt crumbs, for a reason no one wanted to fathom, Tony brought his tool-belt and sat down to fix it.

Tony looked at Steve and scowled, mocking the sentence under his breath and adding more curse words, which yet again, Captain America heard. Before Steve could snap at him, Clint and Natasha walked in, arguing passionately about their latest mission.

"What the hell do you mean by the pigeon distracted you, Clint?!"

"The little shit flew by me just when I was about to shoot! Don't blame me!" Clint growled. "Pigeons are a menace."

"Screw you, man. You only love Hawks."

Steve glared at the two for cursing, which they took lightly. "Why do they always have to curse so much?" He muttered under his breath.

And then (Y/n) and Bucky walked in, chatting about her time at the bar last night.

"And so I said 'I don't want to go out with you'," she said, sitting down near Steve. Bucky placed his head on her lap, listening attentively to her latest story of the douche at the bar. Bucky nodded for her to continue. "And then he ended up calling me a b**** and a whore for not sleeping with him, too."

Steve's head snapped up, angry that she cursed but interested nonetheless. Bucky had turned red with anger. "And what did you do?"

(Y/n) grinned. "I called him a d*** and might've punched him into the alleyway."

"That's my girl, damn it!" Bucky cheered as they hi-fived.

Steve went back to his art reluctantly, just as Loki and Bruce decided to join the party, evidently talking about how tough a patient Thor was. Loki was about the only person who could go near Thor and not contract the infection, plus he was the only one strong enough to do so.

"I don't get how someone with such a cute nose manages to get all mucus clogged up in there," Bruce said in fascination.

Loki shivered slightly. "That quim managed to get all his revolting snot over me."

The pencil in Steve's hand snapped into a hundred shards, and he looked like he was about to burst. The loud crack of the broken pencil rendered everyone silent. Everyone looked at him in shock.

"The hell is the matter, Cap?" Clint asked.

Steve gritted his teeth. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."

He walked out of the room, with everyone's gazes following him warily.

***

Steve walked into the antique-decorated shop, glancing cautiously at a skull head at the top shelf. The entire shop was filled with shelves of dark artifacts and pieces, colorful crystals in boxes, feathers, anything really.
He knocked on the counter, and a young woman came out, smiling brightly. Her bandanna covered her white hair from spilling, and the sharp hazel of her eyes contrasted with her dark skin.