Paris's POV
After what I had witnessed it was almost as if I had never known Loki at all. He would never do something like this. I am not disappointing, just upset and confused. I used the shadows to my advantage at certain points to avoid conflict but when I saw Loki go flying because of one of Clint's arrows I teleported myself to where he was, staying hidden. I witnessed Hulk thrash him around and once he left I debated weather or not I should speak with him. After maybe a minute of him lying there I decided not to and stayed hidden to where I could not be seen at all. I had not seen Loki for five whole years and I miss the old days where we would have each other for company and talk. After a while, everything was almost still. Loki's entire army was dead and the portal was shut. I watched my old master struggle to get up but before he could, the rest of the Avengers were already there. And I joined them. I walked over to where they were and I looked down at him. My heart felt as if it was run over by a buss when I saw him in this state. He was my best friend and still is. "Five years...you have changed so much since then." I said quietly. Loki looked up at me in slight confusion, then his eyes widened a bit in shock. I pulled back my hood and looked him right in the eyes as he stared back at me in disbelief. "....Paris...?" was all he said.
