Gives You Hell
It knocks softly on the door of the apartment; three times short after one another. You sigh. You can tell who it is by the sound and you decide just to go on working. It's still for a minute and you already hoped he left you alone again, but then it knocks once more.
“I know you are in there, [y/n]. Open up, please!”, you hear his voice hushed through the door.
“Leave”, you say dryly and just loud enough for him to hear.
“I will break down the door, if you don't come here and open it.” His voice is as calm as always but you're sure that he is serious.
“Alright, man”, you murmur, lay down the text marker and get up. You hesitate a moment in front of the door. You know that he knows you're right there as if he heard your footsteps through the door. When you push down the handle and pull the wooden door open, Captain America gives you a huge smile. He is wearing that old-fashioned brown leather jacket and – what else could it be – a checked shirt in blue and white.
“Hey there”, he says, his smile by now somewhat between friendly and apologetic.
“What do you want?”, your voice is still cold.
“Let me talk to you, come on”, his smile doesn't fade and it causes your face to soften a little and to step aside.
“Thank you”, he says when coming in.
“Sure. Sit down”, you nod through the small door into the direction of the living room. “Do you want a coffee?”
He paces there slowly and you follow him. “No, thank you.” He sits down on the small couch and there he seems to be even taller.
“You mind, if I get one?”
“Not at all.”
You turn around and flee into the kitchen. While you wait for the water to cook, you try to calm yourself with deep breath. You knew someone would come to bring you back. That it was Steve who was chosen, is not too surprising either. The two of you always got along well since you moved in the Tower. And he was the one you most likely won't try to kill if he finds you here.
With a hot cup of coffee you return to him. As you enter the room you notice his gaze observing the place before reaching his host. You can't blame him. It is a very small apartment: bedroom, living room, bath and kitchen. That's it. It sure is a contrast to the Stark Tower, but you admitted fast that you don't need much and you adjusted just as fast. The friend who owns this apartment actually is in Japan at this moment and stays there for two more months. He isn't here often at all and you stayed here several times before.
When you sit down next to him on the sofa, he asks curiously: “So?”
“So what?” You're not looking at him, but take a nip from your coffee, immediately burning your tongue. Still avoiding his eyes you put the coffee down on the table.
“You know why I came here”, he says friendly and as you don't continue the conversation, he goes on. “Look”, he, again smiling, starts. “Even J.A.R.V.I.S. misses you.”
“Oh~”, you say in realization. “So Tony sent you.” He didn't even come because he missed you, but because J.A.R.V.I.S certainly suggested to Tony, that your disappearance is somewhat a great loss. From his sheepish expression you can tell that you are absolutely right. You breath out annoyed and lean back on the couch. You still don't intend to say something, now that you are obviously hurt, so Steve just goes on.
“I am sorry, [y/n].” As he looks up and sees your bothered face, he leans with his shoulder against the back of the sofa, facing you. “I seriously didn't want to come, you know?”
“Oh, great, why don't you just leave again?”, you say upset and irritated.
“No, let me finish”, he says with his look again apologetic. “I didn't want to come here” - you let out a sound of annoyance - “Because I hoped if I waited a bit, he would come to get you back himself.”
You laughed harshly. “What, you thought that Tony would try bringing me back?”
“No, not Tony.” His voice is some kind of compassionate. You need a moment to understand – too long to stop the Captain from saying it out loud: “I thought, Loki would calm down enough to-”
You can't avoid a short expression of sadness spreading in your eyes, but a second later it is replaced with anger. “Well, I could have told you, that he won't”, you cut him off. “Now that we discussed that, would you please leave? I still have some work to do.” You want to stand up, but he holds you back.
“[y/n]. Everyone is overstrained with the current happenings. We need you, you know?” When you finally look up to him, he smiles. “It's been two weeks now and its chaotic. What about coming home?”
“I can't believe he convinced you”, Natasha says quietly, when the two of you enter the impressive Stark Tower living room.
“Me neither”, you answer just as quiet.
“There you are, Lady [y/n]!” Thor's voice cannonades from across the room. You let out a deep sigh. You manage to glance short at Steve, before Thor takes you into a bone crashing embrace. The Cap seems to be very satisfied with his success.
“Ugh, Thor-”, you gasp as you fear to die of suffocation. He lets you down immediately.
You look through the room, rubbing your hurting ribs. Tony greats you from the bar, Bruce turns around on the sofa and smiles.
“Missed you, Bambi”, he says.
“Hey”, you say and smile too softly. “Isn't Clint here?”, you ask no one in particular.
“No”, Natasha answers you. “And I need to leave, too … to catch up on him. Just wanted to say hello”, she closes and turns to the elevator.
“I'll join you”, Tony says and follows her.
You turn and look up at Thor. “By the way, what are you doing here? I thought you would be in Asgard with your brother or something like that.”
From the corner of your eye you see Steve getting up and walking to the elevator as well, right when a ringing announces that its arrival.
“Oh, well, we came back yesterday”, Thor answers and one second later you hear a male curse behind you – apparently from Tony.
You turn around to see what's going on and froze in your movements. Your [e/c] eyes meet his green ones and every kind of feeling boil up in your stomach, through you throat and anger breaks out of your mouth.
“STEVE?! What the hell is he doing here? You told me, he'd be in Asgard!” Your aflame gaze rushes to the Captain who raises a hand in apology and defence.
“Sorry, seems like they came back earlier then I assumed”, he says and steps into the elevator as Loki Laufeyson gets out.
“What?!”, you scream enraged and your voice flips for a second. “Hold that damn elevator open, I'm leaving!” You start to walk over quick, but Natasha gets in fast and pushes the button that closes the door. “Natasha!”
“Good to see you, too”, Loki says with a calmness that drives you off the edge.
“Don't you dare speaking to me”, you growl, turning your back on him and walking back to the sofas. You sit down next to Bruce facing him. He raises his eyebrows in question.
“What about some calming techniques?”, you ask and force a smile on your lips but from the corner of your eyes you observe every movement the God of Lies makes.
Bruce is smiling now. “Well, it is all about breathing”, he answers.
The next few minutes you try to focus on breathing in and breathing out with your eyes closed while listening to the conversation of the others. You realize that Tony didn't leave like he wanted to. Probably he wants to watch how you and Loki try to kill each other. Although, whenever Loki would rise his voice, you lose focus and need to start again on your calming. After sometime though follows a damn long monologue of him and your absolute concentration lets you recognize every high and every low tone in his speaking. You realize all his characteristics in his familiar voice. Suddenly you shoot up from the couch.
“Is everything alright?”, Bruce asks, looking up to you.
“Yeah. Sure. Just going to the kitchen. Hungry”, you answer briefly, hurrying to the elevator. As the doors slide together and you are finally alone, you take another deep breath and lean against the wall. Half an hour and he already drives you crazy only with his presence. Fucking god.
The doors slide open again way too soon, but you get out and slowly walk into the kitchen. Actually, it was a lie, you aren't hungry at all. As you open the fridge and take a look in, you realise that you in fact feel a little sick. You slam the door and decide to just hide in your room until you feel better. When you turn to leave again, you breath in fiercely in shock. There he stands again, right in your way.
“Still being in a bad temper, huh?”, he grins. Now that no one else is around, his behaviour is completely different. In the situation before he was cold, nearly ignoring you. Now he slowly paces towards you, so you have to back off until you hit the table. He still comes nearer and inches from your face he pauses. Still there is this grin on his lips, that drives you insane.
“Leave me alone”, you growl in anger.
He laughs short. “You missed me”, he says smirking.
“How- what?! How do you come to think that?”, you want to know, fighting against him.
He shrugs and his arms brushes your shoulder as he reaches behind you to support himself with a hand on the table.
“Why else would you return.” He leans in a bit further, so that his breath is brushing your ear. “You know, you could just apologize and I would forget everything.” He stops for a moment to laugh short, then adds: “Apologize on your knees, for sure.”
“Get the fuck away from me!”, you cry into his face. He is so surprised by that, that he really stumbles a bit when you push him once more. You use the chance to duck through under his arm and to get some space between the two of you.
“Everything alright in here?”, you hear Steve's voice. He just entered the room.
“Sure”, you say with a last glare to Loki and then you disappear from the kitchen.
You did not meet Loki once more this day, mainly because you spend the rest of the day with Pepper in her office; working. She still is working on a project, when you excuse yourself to go get some sleep. She obviously is happy to have you back. As you enter the elevator, you meet Tony leaving it.
“She worked hard the past weeks”, you say to him, slightly smiling. “Be nice to her.”
“When am I not?”, he asks, partially confused, partially mocking. The doors slide shut before you have thought of a matching reply.
You wake up early the next morning, though you slept better than any other day in the past two weeks. After a short shower you just take out a light green blouse and a grey skinny jeans. For some seconds standing in front of the mirror you question yourself what to do with your hair, but finally you decide to just brush it quickly, nothing more. Taking some papers which you want to hand to Pepper as soon as possible you leave the room, moving slowly to the kitchen to get something to eat first.
“Good morning, beautiful Lady.” With a frightened squeak you jump around – just to see that green devil. Apparently it's not your day. You totally forgot that his room is on the same corridor as yours.
“Don't sneak up on me like this!”, you snarl, already mad by his presence.
“Oh. Still raging.” He backs up from you with risen hands as if you'd be a wild animal. You can't deny that you like that worried face of his – though it was just acting. And in no time his expression was mocking again. “Heading for the kitchen?”
You sigh and decide not to answer, but just move on. He though fastens his pace until he is right next to you, then adjust it to yours. At least he doesn't say anything, so you tolerate his presence – until you get to the elevator. You stop for a moment, as you didn't consider that you have to be in there alone for at least one minute with him. As he presses the calling button you think through your possibilities. Tell him, you won't get in there with him and wait until it comes back? No. You couldn't grant him this satisfaction. It rings and the doors open. Pretend you forgot something? He already noticed your hesitation and you would need to take something new from your room – and you had no idea what. Sighing you step in, leaning against the wall, facing him as if you await him to attack you or something similar. He looks right into your eyes, but you couldn't stand to avoid his gaze now.
“You are not wearing any make-up today”, he states.
“Oh, I'm sorry. Shall I go back to change that?”, you question sarcastically. He just laughs and as you arrive on the right floor you hurry into the kitchen. Bruce and Pepper are sitting at the table already.
“Morning”, you say and force a smile.
“Good Morning, [y/n]”, Bruce greats you and smiles. “There are eggs and toast and -”
“I know, I know, it's alright”, you say smiling and tell him to stay were he is. You get something to eat and sit down between Pepper and Bruce so a certain somebody can't choose a place next to you. Spoken of him, Loki appears now too and after choosing something to eat, he sits down right in front of you. Now you are sure that he doesn't use coincidences to annoy you – he does everything on purpose. Ignoring him you push the documents over to Pepper.
Later that day you have settled in the living room again, with Steve next to you, working on your laptop. The Cap just came back from where ever and stretches next to you.
“I think you should have someone looking at this cut”, you suggest once more, but he shakes his head slowly.
“You should have someone looking at your memory, then”, you suddenly hear Loki's voice. You look up, annoyed immediately, to spot him on the other side of the room.
“What do you want this time?”, you growl.
“You left your music on.”
Without thinking about it you take your cup and throw it after him. It goes right through his doppelgänger. “Fuck him”, you say loudly.
“Excuse you?” You scream scared and nearly drop your laptop. You turn to face the place where the Captain sat two seconds ago. Now there is a triumphantly grinning God of Mischief. You move back from him.
“Leave. Me. Alone.”
“Seriously. Turn off that music, it's annoying”, he says with his smile fading and in fact seemingly serious, stands up and walks away.
You sigh. “J.A.R.V.I.S.?”
“Yes, miss [y/n]?” The familiar sound of the intelligent system answers you.
“Is my music running?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Oh, damn.” You save and close the work on your laptop. “Can you turn it off?”
“I'm sorry, I don't have access to your stereo.”
You already knew it, but it was worth the try. The laptop under your arm you move downwards. As you come near your door you in fact recognize your favourite song, but as you enter your room it stops suddenly.
“What the hell?”, frowning you look from your stereo through the room and back, before you walk over to see what's wrong. You throw your laptop on the bad. Just as you realized the stereo just turned off, the display starts glowing again and your song begins once more, though lower this time. Then you see that the remote is not laying on its usual spot. Behind you the door falls shut. You spin around and there he is again.
“Now you even follow me into my room?”, you break out at the moment.
He sighs, throwing the remote onto your bed. “Could you just once stop being so loud? Since you're back you haven't said anything to me in a normal voice.” His tone is normal, you realize. He doesn't mock you, he isn't sarcastic. You frown again slightly.
“Well, you doesn't do anything else but criticize me”, you give back, but not as loud this time.
“Oh, I do?” He raises his eyebrows in question.
“You don't like my music, you don't like my friends, you don't like my questions, you don't like my face without make-up, you don't like my way to talk, you don't like my shampoo!”, you count to him, with every example taking a step towards him.
“Ah, well, you're still using it, right?” He sniffs and makes a face. You slap him right through the face and his head is thrown to the side. Still in the movement he grabs your hand and turns you around, pinning you against the wall. This time the rage burns in his eyes, but while you answer his gaze with your own, it soon turns into a sparkle and his lips deform into smile.
“How dare you to do this to your king?”, he asks threatening, but with a hearable grin in his voice.
You give a small smirk back to him. “Well, it was pretty relieving”, you state. He laughs shortly, then you feel two strong and cool fingers at your chin, rising it a bit before his lips softly touch yours. Your hands slide onto his shoulders, when your stomach tickles with the familiar feeling, as his other hand snakes around your waste. With every second he deepens the kiss a bit more until you have to break out for air.
After a moment just looking at you, he says: “I missed this, you know.”
You smile shyly. “Me too.” You pause. “A little bit.”
“By the way. You're still wearing my colours, you know?”
“What?” You look down as if you forgot what exactly you are wearing. “Oh.”, it comes from you when you remember. “Um, well …”
He chuckles, then forces you softly to lift your face to him again. “Oh, and, I love your face.”
“But you said … -”
“It just caught my eye this morning, that you weren't wearing any make up. I like it.” He kisses you once more.
“Oh, you know that this is exactly what they want, right? Getting us back together”, he explains due to your puzzled look.
You sigh, then nod. “Yeah. That was the plan, I think.”
He smirks and you totally fall for it, with your knees turning weak, so you have to lean back against the wall.
“What about a game?”, he asks and you can't help but grin back at him.