Frozen By Love (A Stoki Fic) {UNDER EDITING}

Chapter 13

"Loki?! What in Odin's name is he doing there?! And what have you done with him? Captain...!" Thor booms, standing up swiftly and striding over to me, hammer in hand.

I hold my hands up and half shield myself with my shield. "Woah there big guy, calm down. If you all didn't pressure me into talking and not let me explain, this wouldn't have awkwardly happened. And the events of Loki staying with me just kind of...happened, I didn't truly have a choice."

"He does have a point there Thor. It is our fault." Natasha says, taking a cautionary step towards the God of Thunder.

"Actually, if I can remember correctly, you're the one who pressured him into telling us the guys' name." Tony speaks up, a smirk evident on his face as I get grilled by the other Avengers

Natasha is taken aback by Stark's words, anger flaring in her eyes. I see Fury smirk as he quietly slips from the group, moving out of the soon to be chaos.

"Well you're the one with the stick up your ass, always grilling everyone! If you hadn't said anything, neither would any of us!" Her words are a stab, quick and cold.

The man of Iron snaps then, putting his body in a defensive position. "You wanna go? Come on, fight me."

She laughs, putting a hand to her mouth as she does so, the skin around her eyes crinkling. "Oh please Tony, we all know I could take you in a few minutes. don't stress your old age out."

"My old age? Do you even know who Steve Rogers is? Pretty sure he makes me look young." Stark says, huffing and crossing his arms, his body tensing but getting out of the defensive position.

"Excuse me? Since when was I involved in this?!" I ask, throwing my hands up and sighing, knowing its no use verbally fighting with Tony.

"Since you took my brother to your bed from his prison." Thor interjects, waving his hammer at me like a pointing finger.

"Again, I didn't start this conversation! And your father told me too! So pick a bone with him!" I feel anger tensing my muscles, the fabric of my suit tightening more around the skin, my fingers shaking for a fight.

"My father told you to take a criminal from the prison and take him home with you! How absurd and something my father would never do." He interjected back, his voice rising.

"Well he did, so get over it." I snap back, not thinking of my words or their consequences.

"Guys, enough. Please." Banner speaks up, louder than all of us, silencing the room. We all look at him as if he's going to snap and go Hulk, but he just crosses his arms over his chest and gives us all a dirty look. "You're all acting like children, and that's not what SHIELD wants from us, we're the Avengers, we're Earth's mightiest heroes, not some inhumane group of teenagers. Now act like it." Bruce's words hold anger, but not enough to make him snap just yet.

"Thanks, Dad." Tony spits, gritting his teeth as he walks over to the wall, tapping on the touch screen on the wall, one hand in his suit pocket.

"That's it. We're going to be settling this like adults instead of you children holding grudges against each other and starting a civil war with each other." Banner says, rolling up his shirt sleeve, anger and determination on his face.

"I want to fight Captain." Thor's words are quick to reply, like a whip snapping.

"I'll fight on Cap's side." Natasha replies, walking over to me as Tony's heavy iron footsteps now heavily clad in iron make their way over to Thor.

"We know my opinion already. It's up to you and Clint now."

Clint looks from both sides and trudges over to Tony and Thor. "I think I'm on their side on this."

Natasha's eyes narrow at Clint. "C'mon Clint seriously? Why?"

Clint takes his bow off his shoulder and looks at Nat. "Sorry Nat, this is something I have to agree with them on. Nothing against you. Or Cap."

Banner nods. "Then I'll be on your side Nat and Steve." He walks over to us, cracking his neck with a nervous expression on his face.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Tony sneers, his suit fully coming over his body. "Let's suit up."

His helmet sounds with a click as the safety is taken off guns, arrows readied, shields close, hammers ready to swing, and a roar being heard, all while Fury stands above the war Ina protected glass case with Agent Coulson and Agent Hill.

Fury folds his arms over his chest, his trench coat bunching up from the movement, his eye underneath his eyepatch twitching. "This isn't what I had in mind, but I guess it'll do."