Unwanted Guest

Author's Note: Trying to close the gap between how far I am in writing this on TikTok vs. here. This is probably the best I've done with all stories lol. I'm HOPING to be able to do weekly updates, maybe 2 a week. Hope you continue to read, comment, and like this story xx

The next morning, you're all packed and walking down the hall. Your bag is on your shoulder, and a backpack on. There's a hall table on your right, and you pause at a photo of you, Tony, and your parents.

"Of course Stark had to block the powers that would allow me to pack my things in one go," Loki mumbles walking out of his room.

The photo is from the day your family bought the cabin, and just staring at the photo has your mind fast-forwarding through the crash again. 

"Y/N?" Loki walks closer to you.

You slightly hear Loki, but not what he says, and your bag slips from your shoulder.

Loki grabs the bag and places it back on your shoulder, "Y/N?" He asks again.

The contact of his hand and the bag brings you out of it, "Yea." You shake your head and blink a few times before looking at Loki, "Ready to go?"

"In a moment," Loki's hand remains on your shoulder, but he now looks at the photo. "Those are the people you were with when..."

"My parents," you reach down slightly and pick up the photo. "This was taken when they bought this place."

"Tony was not with you that night?" Loki hesitantly asks.

You shake your head and put the photo back, "No. He was away at school. I went with my parents to...whatever the event was for." There was usually one every weekend, sometimes 2.

You don't realize that a tear fell from your eye until Loki's thumb wipes it away. That causes you to laugh, "Sorry. You had to deal with my shit show last night, and now this, and it's 9am."

"Well, when we return to the tower, I will gladly bombard you with my...as you call it, 'shit show' of a past," Loki's hand drops and he grins.

That causes you to full-on cackle.

"That is quite rude. Not once did I laugh at you," Loki frowns.

"It's not that," you bite your top lip, and Loki's eyes dip down to them briefly. "Just, hearing you say a curse word is hilarious!"

"You are one odd mortal," Loki turns his body to face the door.

"And you love every minute of it, moron," you link your arm with Loki's. "Now, teleport us to the airport, wizard."

"I despise you," Loki says, but can't fight the small up-curve of his mouth, as you both teleport out of the cabin.

This time on the flight, you didn't have to hit Loki with the safety manual, which was an accomplishment on both of your parts. You still didn't have much conversation either, but it's a step in the right direction overall.

You and Loki walk into the tower and into one of the elevators. 

The second you press the button for the main room, Loki changes his appearance back to normal, "You do realize that I could simply teleport us up there?"

"Wow. Who knew you would be so excited to see Thor! I'll have to let him know," you say sarcastically, watching the floor numbers.

"Maybe I want to be rid of YOU as quickly as possible," Loki spits back.

"Right," you turn your head slightly to Loki. "So you can spend more time with Thor! He'll be really happy to hear th...."

Loki puts his hand over your mouth, "Much better. Thor may be an oaf, but with my luck, he will hear you."

You smirk under Loki's hand, tempted to lick it, but decide against it. 

"Now, can I trust you enough to remove my hand?" Loki raises his eyebrows.

"Only one way to find out," you mumble from behind his hand.

"Is my mischief rubbing off on my mortal?" he drops his hand.

The elevator dings open, "Please." You step out, "I have enough mischief of my own." You turn around, walking backwards as you continue talking, "One might say it even surpasses yours, my Impossible God."

Loki's started walking as well, and when you get to the couch, you stop and plop your bag down, Loki leaning to your ear, "If you need me to prove just how wrong you are, I will not hesitate."

You push down goosebumps with everything you've got, as Loki walks around you and away. Before you can think any further, Nat walks in, "There's my favorite Stark!" 

"How was couple's therapy?" Clint enters as well, patting you on the back.

"Couple? Wait, you and Loki are...? Are you?" Bruce leans off of the island, cup of coffee in hand.

"Congratulations, Loki!" Thor embraces him.

"Get off of me!" Loki lightly shoves Thor backwards. "No!" He looks around the room. "We most certainly are NOT....anything!" Loki waves his arm in aggravation. 

"Loki wouldn't be able to handle Y/N anyway," Nat winks.

"There will be no....handling of any kind," Tony comes and hugs you. "Welcome back."

You roll your eyes as everyone gets settled in the main room for the rest of the afternoon.

"Plus," Nat continues. "You have that date in a few days that you were telling me about!"

Everyone's attention now turns to you, "I will need a full name, age, and occupation." Tony says with a pen in his mouth.

"It's for coffee. Relax," you pick your bag up once more. "And do NOT follow me."

"Got it," Tony nods once.

You see the wheels turning in his head, "OR send anyone else! Nat will know where I am anyway." 

Tony is looking halfway to the ground and doesn't reply, "Tony!"

He looks back up to you, "Yea, yea. Fine."

You're just about to head back to your room, when the elevator dings once more, Steve exiting, "Good, you're all here and back. Y/N, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine!"

Tony's eyes go wide, "Cap, now's really not the best time...."

"Just turn the tower into an AirB&B! How many people are we going to have staying he...." you see the man come from behind Steve, cutting your thought right off. The second you make eye-contact, the glass you were holding falls to the floor and shatters.

Tony takes two steps to you, but you walk past him and up the pair.

"Y/N, this is..." Steve starts.

"Sergeant Barnes," you interrupt. "At least, that's what my father called you."

Barnes' eyes squint and then begin to widen the longer he looks at you, taking in what you just said and having it register, "You're the kid..."

The rest of the team have been looking from you, to Barnes, to Tony, and back again, repeating.

Steve does the same, "How do you....?"

"Thor," you don't answer Steve, just hold out your hand.

Now everyone looks at an equally confused Thor, who stands with his arms folded behind him.

Suddenly, Mjolnir moves slightly on the ground, before flying into your hand. 

You expected Thor to hand it to you, not this, so you look down, "Well, that works too."

You press Mjolnir to Barnes' chest, just enough to push him back into one of the walls.