Tony drove the other Avengers in their car, but Thor, Loki, and I walked. For some reason the three of us were dressed the same. I somehow had turned my clothes teal, Thor's were his colors, and Loki and I were identical except his were green and for boys. Even stranger yet, his skin was tanner and my hair and eyes matched his except for my curls. We had to cross Times Square so, Thor letting his big-brother instincts take over, made us hold hands. Loki rolled his eyes and I was pretty sure I broke Thor's finger, I was clutching them so hard. He tried to flex his fingers, but winced. "Sorry." I mumbled. He shrugged. "SO....." Loki pulled something out of his pocket and played with it as we walked down the street. He tripped over the curb and into the road. Thor couldn't grab him in time and the bus hit Loki. I screamed and ran to the limp body of my father. I felt for a pulse, but felt none. I sobbed taking Loki's head into my lap. Thor called Tony as I ran my fingers through Loki's raven locks. I heard a loud gasp and Loki opened his eyes. "Loki?" I asked wiping my tears. "I'm alright, love." He responded.
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Little Miss Mischief
Fanfiction-ON HIATUS- It's about the Avengers, there are OCs so if you don't like that just don't read it? I started this when I was in 7th grade, so don't judge the beginning too harshly. If you're curious just read it dude.
