Just a Hobby

The following morning, you head to the main room, which is its normal brightness, but due to your...indulgence last night, it's like an operating room, causing you to squint a little.

"Y/N! A few of us are heading on a mission today, so our training will have to wait," Nat calls over to you.

"All good. I'm a bit..." you start.

"Hungover?" Clint laughs, finishing your sentence.

"TIRED," you ruffle his hair as you walk by. "If you're not going on this mission, I'm bothering you every chance I get."

The corner of Clint's mouth curls into a smile, "Fine by me. You're the better Stark sibling anyway."

Tony's pouring his 3rd cup of coffee already today, "I'm right here, Robin Hood."

"Your point?" Clint puts his mug in the sink and heads out, but not before high-fiving you.

"Please move out soon," Tony says to you on his way to the lab.

"Love you too, brother," you lightly push his shoulder.

"Junior Stark! I will leave Mjolnir for your use outside of my door," Thor says on his way out as well.

"Thanks!" you call after him and then head to the lab for a few hours.

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It's now closer to dinner, and you've just changed clothes in your room, and are heading down the hall to Thor's room.

Just when your hand is on Mjolnir, which is propped right next to the door frame, you hear a conversation.

"So, you and Y/N looked rather comfortable last evening," Thor states.

There's a pause before someone replies, "You saw?" 

Loki.

"Oh did I," Thor's smile is audible. "It is nice to see you opening up to someone. About time, brother."

"Please, Thor. My time with Y/N is merely a hobby. Nothing more than a way to pass time," Loki scoffs, and just as you can hear Thor's smirks, you can hear Loki's snarl.

Your grip tightens on Mjolnir at Loki's words. Not that you really care about what he or anyone thinks, but after last night...

You shake your head, thoughts included, and decide to leave Mjolnir there, heading down towards the now empty training room.

When you round a corner, paying zero attention to your surroundings, you bump right into Clint, "Room is all yours, Y/N." 

"Right, thanks," you nod once and take a deep breath in.

"By the way, this is Sam," Clint steps aside and a man slightly taller than him extends his hand.

"So you're Stark's infamous sibling," his smile in contagious.

Sam's demeanor calms you, "Just Y/N is fine."

"Sam's the newest member of the team. I'm just finishing up a tour of the tower," Clint clarifies.

"Ok," you say shortly, rubbing your hand on your pants.

Clint notices your unusual behavior, "Sam, I'll meet you in the main room. Give me a second."

Sam takes the hint, "Got it. Nice to meet you, Y/N." He heads back upstairs.

Once he's out of earshot, Clint redirects back to you, "Start talking."

You bring your gaze to Clint's, "About?"

"This behavior isn't you," Clint reads you like a book. "What's going on?"

You bite your top lip and then sigh, "Nothing I can't handle."

"Do I get to kick someone's ass?" Clint raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

That helps you crack a smile, "You mean shoot an arrow in someone's ass?"

Now Clint laughs as well, "Both. Call me if you need me." He places a hand on your shoulder and heads back to Sam. 

Once in the training room, you press a button for a target to drop down, along with a variety of darts. You run your hand over the handles of the different objects that you can throw, with one image coming to mind, in place of the silhouette target. 

You've pulled out the first set of darts from screen, and placed them back into the container when the door opens. 

"You have the absolute honor of training with me today," there's only one who can be that pompous. 24/7.

You don't even turn around, just press the button again to pack everything away, and start to walk past Loki, "No thanks."

"Oh come on. I know you enjoy my company," Loki licks his top teeth, turning to follow your movement.

That stops you, inches from the door, "Really? I guess we're both good at putting up fake fronts then." You spit back, and spin to face Loki.

Loki folds his arms and his brows furrow, "What are you...?"

You cut him off, "I knew you were the God of Mischief and Lies, but you really had me fooled, Loki." He remains quiet as you approach, "You don't want Tony's approval or have a...yearning to be part of the Avengers, so really, what is it? What do you want from me?!"

Loki drops his arms, "What are you going on about?! Last night we were...cordial. At least for our standards."

"Last night I wasn't your HOBBY!" You slightly stand on your toes to get on Loki's facial level.

Loki's eyes widen at your attitude, new height, and usage of his own words.

You push his chest, "You really are a piece of work!"

"Y/N..." Loki's fists clench and unclench at his sides.

"What? Not used to your hobbies biting back?!" you bite your tongue and turn around to leave once more.

The second you do, Loki spins you back into the wall, putting his hand over your mouth, "This is the 2nd time I've had to do this to you now. You will let me speak!"

Loki's legs are on either side of you, so there's only one thing you can think to do. You knee him in the groin, causing Loki to stumble back, "And that's the FIRST time I've had to do that. Most likely not the last though. And no; I've heard enough earlier." You make it to the door again.

You try the handle, but Loki uses his powers to lock it.

"Unlock the door, Loki," you try it again.

"No," Loki's recovered and is advancing on you.

"Loki!" You hear him approaching so you turn around.

"You. Are. Not. A. Hobby!" he says with each step.

"Then what the hell am I?!" both of your breathing is now heavy even though you're not screaming anymore, as you stare the other down.

"Infuriating. Obnoxious," Loki pauses. "Impossible." 

"Remind me to put you down as a reference if I ever need someone to speak highly of me," You roll your eyes as Loki searches yours. "Unbelievable. FRIDAY? Unlock the door."

The door clicks, "Y/N!" Loki calls after you.

"Find a new hobby," you slam the door on your way out.