That morning...
"We're gonna have breakfast, Kara. Come on.", Nat said, pointing towards the outside of her door. Kara merely responded with a groan, pulling the covers over her head. Natasha rolled her eyes, prying the sheets away from her grasp.
"Hey!", Kara whined, but rather hoarsely due to her voice cracking. The redhead's heart sunk at the sound. "You've got to eat.", she scolded, arms crossed over her chest.
"Please, Nat. I don't want to see him, or both of them, for that matter.", the brunette pleaded, not looking her in the eyes. Romanoff sighed in defeat. "I'm gonna bring you some bread, or whatever's on the table, then. Wait here." Upon saying those words, she shut the door.
Kara roughly lay back down on the bed, shutting her eyes as she let the tears escape her eyes once more. She had cried herself to sleep while in Nat's room. She thought all would be better in the morning, but memories of last night kept flooding her brain, that it was impossible to be 'okay'.
As Nat exited her room, she found the rest of the team already gathered around the table, all with judging looks at Loki and Steve. Natasha awkwardly shifted gazes from one teammate to the next, cautiously pulling out a chair for her to sit on.
"Where's Kara?", Loki asked, his hands on his lap and his eyes boring into the spy's own. The others focused their gazes on Romanoff, who simply shrugged at him. "She doesn't want to talk to you.", she replied sternly, reaching towards the pieces of white bread on one of the plates.
"That wasn't the question-"
"Obviously, she doesn't want to answer it, Laufeyson.", the soldier interjected, jaw clenched at the god. Loki paid him no attention, but was tracing circles on the handle of one of his daggers.
Thor sensed the tension, and attempted in diverting the topic. "Agent Barton has something to announce about Director Fury.", he began, patting Clint on the back, causing the latter to almost choke on his drink. "Gee, thanks Thor."
"Well?", Rhodey inquired, after setting his coffee mug down. Clint sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I woke up extra early today since I remembered something."
Natasha rolled her eyes. "What is it?", she asked, cocking an eyebrow. Clint shrugged. "You remember the secret-spy thingy we did back in Sokovia, when Ultron captured you?", he began, quoting Tony's words. It was the billionaire's turn to roll his eyes.
"Get to the point.", Tony stated, leaning back on his chair with his arms behind his head.
"What I'm saying is, we could do it again on Fury, to find out where he is.", Clint continued, a smug grin on his face. The rest of them had wide eyes. "That's... actually the best idea you've contributed, Barton.", Sam remarked, making Clint stand up and bow in exaggeration. "Thank you, thank you. You're all too kind.", he mused, much to the entertainment of the others.
While The Avengers took the time to hurl playful insults at Clint's way, all Loki and Steve could think of at the moment was the woman who had managed to crawl her way in their hearts, and how they screwed their chances with her. Steve watched as Loki stood up from his chair, leaving them to their jokes and laughter.
He proceeded to the balcony, his and Kara's favorite spot in the building. Loki bowed his head in sadness, gripping the railings tightly due to his frustration at himself. "I should have known better.", he told no one in particular, massaging his temples in an attempt to calm down.
How he just wanted to barge in Natasha's door and zip straight to Kara, pin her down on the bed and kiss her like there was no tomorrow, a way of apology he knew Kara adored in the romantic-comedies she watched. Sadly, in real life, he was aware of how she wanted the man she loved to respect her boundaries, to use his gentle words rather than his mouth, to give her time to heal and allow her tend to her emotional wounds on her own.
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Beneath Me 》 Loki Laufeyson《 [UNDER HEAVY EDITING]
Fanfiction"Nice to see you again, darling.", he smirked at her, tracing his index finger along her jawline. "Shut up, Laufeyson.", the young lady snapped back, trying to free herself from her chains. The God of Mischief simply put his both hands on either sid...