Through Time and Space Book 2.

Found him Chapter 1.

      Seven months. That's how long it's been since Loki disappeared in a flash of light. I can only assume he returned to his own universe. But that's a problem, Avengers: Infinity War came out a month ago and Loki DIED. In the first five minutes! It took all my willpower not to run out of the theater sobbing! 

    It's Saturday so obviously, I don't have to work. After Loki disappeared George got all freaked out, quit his job, and moved away. I think he lives in Alabama or something now. I still work at Google and got George's old job, which I think is the only good thing about this whole experience. I'm about to climb into bed when I see a flash of white light, and everything goes dark.

    "Shut up! She's waking up!" I blink and wait for my vision to clear up. I gasp and sit up, looking around. I'm in-I'm in- I'm in the Avengers tower?! What?! After I take in my surroundings I take in the people. There's Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanoff, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson, James Rhodes, Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange, Nick Fury, and... Loki. I blink, this time out of surprise. What? Half these people are dead? I realize I'm laying on a couch, still in my pajamas. "Um-uh-hi? I don't- I don't really understand what's going on but I think I can explain how I got here." I sit up, propping myself against the pillows. I glance at Loki, who's standing at the back of the crowd, looking at me. Doctor Strange walks up, "Don't worry. I already figured it out. Rip in space and time, right?" I nod, "So-Um- I'm (y/n). And I already know who all of you are. I think- I think I should explain something about my world." I keep glancing at Loki, and someone finally notices, "OK why the hell do you keep looking at Loki?" Tony Stark asks. "Oh um, once I explain the thing about my world you'll understand." I take a deep breath and explain the movies, comics, and everything I had to tell Loki when he was there. I tell them about him staying at my house but not our relationship, and ask if any aliens have come to earth recently. 

    "Oh well, we had to deal with Thanos if that's what you meant. He's dead now. We hunted him down and killed him after forcing him to bring everyone back." Tony Stark explains. I smile, "Oh that's great. That explains how Y'all are alive. I was going to mention Infinity War- that's what the movie is called- but I wasn't sure if it had happened and didn't want to mess anything up." Doctor Strange nods, "Smart move." I scratch the back of my neck, "So, uh, what now?" Tony grins, "I guess you're staying with us." 

    The others didn't really have any objections, I mean, where was I supposed to stay? And Nick Fury wanted to keep me under observation. 

    Later on, I'm walking down a hall, trying to find the kitchen, when I run into Bruce Banner, "Hey Bruce! Or-um- Should I call you Mr.Banner? Or I mean Dr. Banner sorry." He laughs awkwardly, "Bruce is fine. Can I help you with anything?" I smile, "Ya, actually! So... When you guys were hunting down Thanos you did so with a woman named Captain Marvel, right?" His face falls, "Ya... She um... She died when we were fighting him the second time." I don't know how to react, "Oh um.. Geez, I'm so sorry. I'm just gonna... Go..." I awkwardly walk off. I could've asked him for directions to the kitchen but I didn't want to make things more awkward.

    After five more minutes of walking around, lost, I run into Loki standing in the hall. "Loki! God... This is horribly awkward... Hi?" He looks at me, and smiles, "(y/n)! Gods I've missed you so much!" He hugs me, and I'm surprised. He was pretty cold earlier. I guess he didn't want the Avengers to know about us. I hug him back, "I missed you too. When you died in Infinity War I was so upset. And when you disappeared... God, it's so good to see you!" I pull back and kiss him on the lips, hoping it's alright. He kisses me back and I wrap my arms around his neck. Suddenly, I hear a plate shatter. Shit. I quickly turn around to see a surprised looking Tony Stark, standing at the end of the hallway. "Oh my god. Wow. I was NOT expecting that." Tony chuckles, "Wait till the others hear about this." He smirks. I look back at Loki and notice he is very angry. Like, going-to-kill-Tony-Stark angry. I grab his arm, "Calm. Down." I let go and smile at Tony, "If you tell ANYONE about this Tony Stark, you're a dead man. Doesn't matter if you're one of my favorite superheroes." I decide not to say characters, as that would be weird. I walk past him, smirking, and find my way to my room.

    Ten minutes later I'm reminded the reason I left my room in the first place. Food. (MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE) "Hey, JARVIS, how do I get to the kitchen?"  Ten minutes later I'm walking back to my room with a plate full of Poptarts. Damn you, sweet tooth.  "WHICH MORTAL SCUM HAS TAKEN MY POPTARTS?!" I hear Thor's voice bellow a few halls away, "LOKI IF YOU ARE PLAYING A TRICK ON ME. YOU ARE DOOMED." Fuck, fuck fuck, I can hear his footsteps getting closer. Suddenly, I feel an arm pull me into the broom closet. "Shhhhh. It's me Spider-Man. I didn't want you to get killed by Thor on your second day here." I slept through the first, "So I decided I have to save you like the hero I am." I stay quiet till I'm sure I hear Thor's footsteps on the other side of the tower. I flip the light on, "Thanks, Peter. You always were my favorite Super-Hero." I smile at him before going to the safety of my room and devouring the pop tarts. 

   Bored, I decide to leach off Stark's Netflix account (I got the login from Hawkeye) and try to find (f/s). Hm, that's weird, I can't find it. I decided to Google the name. I gasp at what I find. "(creator of show) (f/s) died in 2012, during the attack on New York by former villain Loki, right before the show was released. Out of respect, the show never aired." (I don't CARE if the creator of the show didn't live in New York or the show came out way before 2012 IT'S FOR THE STORY SHUT UP) I just sit there, shocked. I knew people died, but not people who impacted me! Up until about a year ago, I thought the attack was fictional! And it was, at least in my universe. I push away from the desk in my room, putting my head in my hands, who else could've died? Rolling back up to the desk in my wheelie chair I type into the computer "(f/a)" I scared to hit enter. When I finally do, I'm crushed. "(F/a) died on the 2012 attack on New York." (LOOK AT MY LAST MESSAGE IF YOU HAVE ANY OBJECTIONS.) I... Oh my god... I'm just gonna... Go to bed. 

Heeeeeeeeeeey! PLEASE don't hate me! Geez. I'm SO sorry I took so long. And I know this is trash ug I'm sorry. Hey, thanks for sticking around and reading! Comment and vote! Bye. Love Y'all.