(Loki x reader) The Evil One

26: Russian Nesting Doll

"Tasha!" I called. "Wanda!"

Both ran to Tasha's door. "What?!" They said in unison as they tugged it open.

I started hyperventilating, and Wanda pulled me inside.

As soon as she got me settled, on the covers, bundled up so much I looked like the tiniest in a collection of those Russian nesting dolls, she started asking questions. "Did someone die?"

"No."

"Did someone try to kill you?"

"No."

"Did someone confess their undying love for you?" She tried as a joke.

The look I fixed her with made her stared at Tasha. "Shit," Tasha murmured. "Bucky, didn't he."

I sniffled. "I thought you two were a thing!"

Tasha stared at the floor with a withering glare. "For a few weeks. Then we decided I'm too cold and he's too needy."

The tone with which she said those words made it sound like she'd rehearsed those excuses.

"Tasha, why....how did you know it was him?" I asked.

Tasha settled beside me, wrapping her arms around my protective blanket shell. "He also talked about you a lot. But then, so does Loki. From what I've deduced, they're both in love with you. But Loki's is mixed with triumph over Bucky, which makes him feel more fiercely for you."

I blinked at her. "Oh god."

She and Wanda shared nods. Then Tasha looked back at me. "Sorry."

"For what?"

"All you're going through. It's one thing you had to resign from SHIELD, another that you've got two ex-villains fighting over you, and your friends aren't trusting enough of either," Tasha said, all while looking at the wall.

"That's awesome," I said, sounding like little Parker. "I'm going to go see Peter," I decided, and the girls let me up. (They had to uncover me from my Russian nesting doll nest)

I made my way slowly to Tony's lab, hoping to avoid Bucky and Loki.

Tony was busily attempting to attach bunny ears to Dum-E, and Bruce was actually working.

Peter sat at his usual spot, but not doing homework. This time he was working on his suit. He looked up when I whistled softly, and his face lit up.

I liked the feeling he gave me.

"Hey Y/N!" He waved me over.

I settled next to him, and he spotted my tears.

He ignored them for a moment to say, "I'm adding a new Protocol to 'my' suit. That's what Mr. Stark thinks, I'm actually renaming Mr. Stark's. In retaliation for the Baby Monitor protocol and the Training Wheels protocol."

I laughed.

He then twisted in his seat. "What's a matter?"

I gulped. "Oh baby, I just.....boys," I concluded. "Boy trouble."

Peter clasped his hands business-like. "Ah, I see. 'He won't fit in my trunk' troubles, our 'not sure how I feel' troubles?"

I laughed again.( He lit up at that. ) "I'm not sure how I feel."

"Well, if you get this urge," Tony started, but Bruce threw a piece of glass at him, which of course Tony dodged, but nonetheless he stopped and didn't finish his sentence.

I glared him down, too.

Peter shook himself and cleared his throat. "Anyway. You're not sure how you feel? I thought you and Mr. Loki had that all figured out?"

I sighed heavily, and turned to Peter. "It's Loki and Bucky now," I whispered.

Peter's eyes grew wider. "Oh no."

I nodded. "Oh no is right."

Peter straightened up. "Mr. Stark? Y/N and I are going for ice cream. I mean, I'm kidnapping her, and I'm taking her for ice cream cause she's such a good captive. If you want your Assassin Baby back, call."

He said all this while we walked out of the lab, and Tony was grinning at Dum-E while he listened to us.

Assassin Baby became a very popular nickname for me ever since the other Avengers heard Tony use it.

Peter took my hand as we walked right past both Loki and Bucky, not making eye contact.

I was running.

I knew it.