The Only Option

Author's Note: This may be my favorite one that I've written on here, so I hope you like it as well :)

Two weeks later, FRIDAY calls you to the main room. 

"What is this, an intervention?" you enter at the same time as Loki, to everyone already moving about, waiting for you.

"Marriage counseling," Clint plops onto one of the couches with a mug and a smirk.

"For whom? Stark and Bruce?" Loki leans on the kitchen island.

You genuinely laugh, which catches you and everyone else off guard, and you immediately stop, "Did I just....?" You quickly take Nat's hand and put it on your forehead, "I must be ill. Do I feel ill?" There's no way you just laughed at something Loki had said.

"Sick in the head is more like it," Loki rolls his eyes.

"Moron," you match his eye roll.

"Mortal," Loki now takes a few steps into the living room area. "You know, it is truly adorable that you think you could possibly defeat me in any fashion."

"Maybe not physically, but verbally?" You put on another fake smile, "Absolutely."

"You forget that they call me the Silvertongue, darling," that obnoxious smirk returns to Loki's face.

"Huh," you shrug. "I'm known as the GOLD-tongue. Shame you had to settle for second place on the podium," you lick your top lip, happy with your own humor.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team have been taking in your interaction. Steve looks at Tony, "Are you sure this is the best and only option?"

"Unfortunately," Tony sighs. "It will be a miracle if they don't wind up killing each other."

You stop arguing with Loki and turn to Steve and Tony, "And the two of you are worse than 80 year old, senior citizens, sharing secrets. What 'options' are you talking about?"

Steve motions for Tony to speak, "All you, Stark. You're their brother."

Tony rubs the back of his neck, "WE...need you to go undercover on a mission."

You raise your eyebrows, "Me? What happened to 'You will not take part in anything we do!'?" You mock Tony's voice, causing a light laughter from the group, minus Tony.

"I do not sound like that!" Tony squints, folding his arms.

"Yea, you do," Nat, Pepper, Clint, and Thor say in unison.

"ANYWAY, this group knows all of us already, so we need som..." Tony continues, ignoring everyone.

"Someone who's not important," you say quieter, but look down at your feet.

"Exactly," Tony says way too quickly.

You lightly punch him in the arm, "I AM important, Iron Maiden. Watch it."

"By the way, it's in Hawaii. You'll both be leaving in two days," Tony takes a shot from the bar.

"Hawaii? Gee, twist my arm," now you roll your eyes at Tony, but then what he said registers. "Wait....BOTH? Who else is...?"

Tony's gaze averts slowly to Loki.

You turn slowly, already knowing who he's looking at, "Seriously? Tony. You're smarter than this. In what dimension is this the ONLY option?!" 

"I do not wish to agree with Y/N on anything quite honestly, however, there must be another solution here," Loki clenches his jaw.

"No one will know me, but I do believe Loki's face may be SLIGHTLY recognizable since New York," there has to be a way to get a different partner.

"We've already discussed this at length," Thor chimes in.

"And where the hell were we?!" you motion between you and Loki.

"Look. Reindeer Games, Thor says you can change your appearance. You can become someone that no one knows or can recognize," Tony pretty much ignores you.

"Does it change personality too? Maybe I'd be able to tolerate them," you huff.

Loki starts to walk towards you with a scowl, "Oh, I'll be sure to be someone you can detest just as much."

Tony claps his hands together, "Good, so it's settled. Meeting adjourned."

"That's not what....!" you try to say.

Tony holds his hand up, "Nope. Discussion over. Get packing."

"You're making your way up the detest list, brother," you call as you walk out of the room.

Loki walks past you, "As long as I still hold the top spot, dove."

You watch as Loki continues walking away, and your left seething in the hallway.