I'll Be Back [A Stoki Fanfic]

I'll Be Back [A Stoki Fanfic] Part 2

“Looks like you lost some more time Cap’,” Tony said making Steve storm out of the lounging area and into his room, slamming the door behind him.

“That wasn’t funny Stark” It was Clint who reprimanded the billionaire from his- admittedly low- perch on the arm of a sofa.

“Yeah, well I didn’t say it to be funny. He did lose time, a lot of it. How the hell do we even fix it?”

Steve had amnesia. The concussion one of S.H.I.EL.D.’s doctors concluded had occurred, had brought on retrograde amnesia and now he didn’t remember years of his life.

“Well the doctor did say we could try jogging his memory.” Natasha suggested and turned to Loki. “Maybe you should start, being married to him and all?”

The tall man hesitated in his place at the edge of the room, away from the group. Here he’d been more out of sight of Steve. Steve who had attacked him and seemed none too happy with him being in the same room as he was checked over by the medic. He didn’t remember what had happened between them. The rest of the Avengers had only explained that Loki had redeemed himself, not going into how or the fact that he now fought alongside them. They had informed him of just enough to prevent him from attacking Loki immediately and get checked out by a doctor.

“Of course” he stated keeping his expression blank and stiffly walking to the suite he and the captain shared. Opening the door he found Steve rifling through old mission files, trying as hard as he could to remember any of them. He snapped his head up from the papers to the intruder.

“Why are you in here?”

“To help you get back your memory.” He sat softly on the bed, next to Steve.

Steve stood up abruptly, “You help me? Oh right, you’re ‘good’ now. I know you’ve tricked them someway” He walked a few feet away, still wary of the villain. “What were they thinking? Treating you as an equal, having you stay in the Tower!”

Had Loki not been so practiced at hiding his emotions hurt would have been written all over his features. “Please, I-“ He started as he followed Steve to standing. Slowly he went to caress him, to comfort him as he often would after a long day, but the blonde shoved his hand away.

“I don’t care how much I can’t remember, after Manhattan there is no way you could possibly be considered anything other than evil.” Rogers spat before collecting the scattered files and leaving for somewhere else in the building.

The Avengers were still waiting in the living room. They’d all seen Steve storm out about ten minutes ago, apparently whatever had been said in there hadn’t worked to help him. Now each one looked up to see Loki walking up to Tony, a pile of clothes and some other belongings in his arms.

“I believe I am in need of my own rooms.” He stated with a feigned matter-of-fact tone.

“Uh, what about Steve..? You’re just going to leave him?” Bruce questioned him.

“I cannot stay with him. He believes me the enemy still.”

“Well we just have to get him to understand.”

“Your fight didn’t last that long, did you even tell him that you two are together?” Natasha asked, her eyes narrowing with the inquiry.

Loki responded with a snappish “No.”

“And why not?” Tony asked half disbelieving he would just leave that out.

“He did not allow me the chance. I was barely granted the opportunity to speak a single sentence. Steve clearly regards me with revulsion and does not wish to change his views anytime soon.” It was so well hidden that the super spy herself wasn’t quite sure if she had caught Loki’s voice crack slightly at the word ‘revulsion’.

“Then I’ll go tell him. He trusts us still so he’ll listen and believe me,” Bruce resolved.

“No.” Loki said with threatening force. “If he is told it will be just that. He will not remember; his contempt for me will not stop. No one is to tell him.” He met each person with a steely gaze, daring them to disobey. Meeting no opposition save for the disapproving glances, he straightened. “Now am I to get my new rooms?”