Tony had figured out where Loki was hiding the Tesseract, which was apparently at the top of Stark Tower. He flew there in his suit, with you following close behind on your wings, while the rest of the crew took a jet. You head hurt like hell after Loki bashed you into the staircase railing, but you were ignoring it for now. You had a fight to pick with the god of mischief, and you were SO not letting a minor injury hold you back.
Tony had entered the building a few minutes prior, but when he didn’t return, you flew in to make sure everything was all right (it should’ve just been a get-the-Tesseract-and-get-out sort of job, right?). You touched down on the Iron Man landing strip and walked in.
“You alright, Stark?” You asked as you came in.
“Totally fine, (l/n).” Tony was pouring himself some liquor while secretly putting on a metal bracelet from his Iron Man suit. “Just offering your psycho boyfriend a drink.”
You stopped when you realized Loki was in the room. You glared at him. He glared back.
“Oh, what a nice little reunion!” Tony said. “Well, don’t let me get in the way.”
“Well, I was gonna kick his ass, but I think Clint called dibs…”
“Hey, no ass-kicking while we’re having a nice chat.” Tony wagged a finger at you. “Where were we, Loki? Oh, right.”
Tony cleared his throat.
“You see, Reindeer Games, you’ve managed to piss off the Avengers. Earth’s mightiest heroes and all that. And we will defeat.” Tony smirked at him.
“And yet, I have an army. Who are you to stop me?” Loki was trying desperately not to look at you, so he found himself sneering forcefully at Tony.
“We have a HULK,” Tony explained. “Also, we have your ex. Not a good combo to be up against.”
“You really think you can win this battle,” Loki laughed. Your jaw was clenched so tight, you thought you might snap a tooth. You were about to make a move, but you saw Tony set his drink down and begin to walk forward.
“Let’s get this straight, shall we? First, there’s you.” Tony pointed to Loki. “But then again, there’s seven of us, and you’ve managed to piss off each and every single one of us. We’ve got an angry bird girl who can slice off your head before you’ve even had a chance to register what’s happened” (he jabbed a thumb at you) “a master assassin, a master archer, a god, a super soldier, a hulk, and, oh yeah, one more guy. That would be me. And you better run.” Tony took one menacing step forward.
Before either you or Tony could react, Loki grabbed Tony by the throat, shoved him up, and threw him out the window.
“No!” You cried. You ran at Loki, knives out, but two steps in, the pain in your head hit you like a tsunami. You winced, intent on still getting a good stab at Loki, but then your vision went fuzzy, you felt like vomiting again, and you crumpled to the floor a couple of feet in front of him.
You couldn’t even register what was going on around you the pain was so bad. You thought you heard someone calling your name, but your hands were covering your face and ears in an attempt to get the pain to stop. Someone gently but firmly gripped your arms in an attempt to get at your face, but you struggled.
Finally, they laid your hands by your side when their superior strength won over. They kneeled over you, and you opened your eyes wide enough to see that it was Loki.
“Get off me!” You screamed, but it sounded more like a moan of pain.
“Stupid girl, I’m trying to heal you!”
You struggled against your captor, but he held you steady. You felt fingers gliding along your temple, and a green glow enveloped your vision.
This was it. You were going to die. And it would be by the hands of that bastard.
You were NOT ready to die. But you couldn’t struggle anymore. You couldn’t think or speak.
But… that wasn’t right, you thought. Why was the world becoming clearer? Wait, was Earth already Hell then? Were you stuck here forever? You did NOT want to be stuck here forever.
You were exhausted, but Stark Tower came into focus. Loki was right on top of you, his face screwed in concentration as he worked his magic. You were gasping for breath, but the pain was clearing up. You could see. You were gonna slap the hell out of Loki the second you could move.
Loki finished healing you and looked at you wearily.
“Stupid girl,” he muttered. Your breathing calmed down. You were just beginning to realize what had happened, even if it didn’t make a lick of sense.
Loki picked you up bridal style and carried you further into the tower. He laid you down on one of the couches while you just stared at him, confusion lining every edge of your face.
“Sleep tight, my angel,” Loki murmured. He walked toward the balcony to join the battle.
Wait, wasn’t Loki the bad guy? Didn’t he hate your Avenger guts? Wasn’t he supposed to have thrown you off the tower like he did to Tony? Oh God, Tony. Where was he? Where were the others? There was a blue glow outside the window. Creatures were flying everywhere. Where was everyone? Were they alright? You needed to get up. You needed to get out there and fight. You tried to get up, but your body was so sore that you still could barely move. Loki may have healed your head, but the rest of your body still had a long way to go. You tried as hard as you could to move, got off the couch, and fell to the floor three steps later.
And so, coughing, you finally gave in to your body’s demand for sleep…
“(Y/n)… (Y/N)!” Someone was shaking you.
You groaned and sat up, a quick bout of nausea rolling over you like a wave. The sun hurt your eyes.
“Oh God, what did Loki do to you?”
“I HEALED her. Stupid mortals…” You heard from somewhere in the room.
Natasha was hovering over you and helping you to your feet. The rest of the Avengers were poised in front of Loki, ready to attack the second he moved.
“If it doesn’t matter to any of you, I’ll have that drink now,” Loki muttered.
You glanced at him as he tried to lock eyes with you and then looked away.
Soon after, Loki was chained and muzzled. Thor agreed to use the Tesseract to go back to Asgard and try him for war crimes there. You considered going with them, but decided against it. You loved Asgard, but your job was here on Earth.
You watched, along with the others, as Thor handed Loki the prism with the Tesseract. Just before Thor turned the handle, you and Loki locked eyes. You thought you saw something akin to sadness in his gaze, but you broke your connection. You didn’t want to deal with Loki and his games anymore.
And then, just like that, he and Thor were gone. You turned to Natasha.
“You know, he really did heal me, on the tower.”
Natasha looked thoughtful, but shook her head.
“Are you sure? You were pretty out of it up there.”
You considered this. It could’ve been a trick. But even so, why hadn’t he killed you? He had the chance. And you would have killed him… wouldn’t you?
So why wouldn’t he?