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You glared at the man before you, you felt every nerve in your body burst in anger as you watched him stride into your house. Your own home wasn't safe from this asshole, you glanced around at the avengers, waiting for one of them to attack.. but no one did.
You looked back at the raven haired ass and felt your fist clench and took a step forward, only to be stopped by cap grabbing your arm gently.
"Y/N." He warns, your glaring eyes look to him and you tug your arm out of his grip and looked back over to him.
Loki.
His stupid smile, last time you saw that smile you were crushed under rubble from those aliens that attacked. You hated how he walked in here like he owned the place, AND to look like this? you glance down at the black suit he wore. You didn't want to admit that it did look good on him but you would rather die than admit that to him.
"What's he doing in my house?" You look over to the avengers, ignoring his presence, and wait for him to explain but sadly the one that answered me was the one you wanted to punch in the face.
"I'm here to help." You spun around at his words and raise my hands emphasising your point.
"Help?!" The whole room flinched, all but the god of mischief, the avengers warned him that you may react like this so Loki was prepared for the worst. "You destroyed this place a few years ago!"
"Y/N, give him a chance and hear him out." You looked back to the team and glare at Stark, lifting your hand you walk over and poke his chest.
"I don't have to do anything." You glare up at the man. "I'm going out." With the avengers mumbling a few pleas for you to stay you ignored them and stormed out of your small apartment.
You couldn't believe them. You worked for S.H.I.E.L.D, hacking was your specialty and Stark and Banner has asked you to help them with computer problems. You told them they could ask for your help anytime but to bring him to your house?
You huff and cross your arms over your chest as you storm down the streets of New York, you remembered the blood and screams that roamed all over these streets when Loki attacked here a few years ago. You glance around noticing the sun setting and decided to turn and walk towards your favourite coffee shop, it was usually not busy at this hour and the waitress always gave you the freshly made donuts.
You finally reach the coffee house, you press your shoulder against the door and open it with your body, you walk into the warm shop and sit in the corner by the window. The waitress didn't even bother to come up and ask for your order, she already knew it.
"This place is.. nice." You looked away from the window and saw none other than the god of mischief sitting across from you, your glare at him, of course he'd follow you.
"What do you want?" You spat at him, the god adjusted his suit and kept his gaze on anything but you, he hadn't really dealt with humans that he needed help from, and a human that hated him so much was going to be a struggle.
"Haven't they already told you the details?" Loki asked, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms.
"I know what they want, I want to know what you want." Loki finally looks at you and clears his throat.
"I want nothing other than to help."
"Bullshit." Loki's eyes widened slightly.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I say bullshit." You lean forward and kept your firey gaze on him. "You don't do the horrible things you do then return a few years later saying you've turned over a new leaf."
"I'm afraid that's what's happened." Loki says with a small smile, you couldn't help but roll your eyes again.
"And I'm suppose to believe that?" You ask as the waitress brings over your order and placed it on the table then rushed away.
"It's the truth." Loki quips back with a small smile forming.
"You destroyed people's homes." Loki's smile dropped. "You destroyed people's lives... my life." You looked down to your drink and uncrossed your arms.
"I'm.. I'm sorry." You look up to him with shock written all over your face. He didn't— couldn't mean it could he?
"Sorry doesn't do shit." You say as you stand up and leave.
