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hi! Could I get a loki x platonic teen girl with autism/ADHD? Like maybe she's clingy and is always following him around but he fine because it helps both of them

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Summary: Your best friend Peter brings you to the Avengers Tower as a birthday present. Pairing: Platonic!Loki x Female Reader x Platonic!Peter Parker Word Count: 2.3K Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of anxiety, anxiety attacks. A/N: Thanks @littlesister20001 for the request and for letting me pick your brain. This kinda derailed and started telling it's own story. For some reason, Peter really needed to be in this fic. I hope you don't mind. Also, thanks to @michelleleewise for giving me advice on this fic. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

The first time the two of you met, he was hiding from his brother after pulling one of his pranks.

You, were on the kitchen floor hiding in the corner. You had covered your ears from the loud sounds of an irate Thor yelling and fuming while looking for Loki. You tried to stop the sensory overload from getting to you.

It was too much. It was always too much.

Earlier that day, Peter had given you a tour of The Avengers Tower where he had been awarded an internship with STARK Industries. You were so excited and happy for him. He knew that you were a big fan of The Avengers. So, he thought that he could take you to meet them.

“Hey Gigi, it’s gonna be ok,” Peter said to you as he held your hand. Your nickname hung in your ears, calming you down. You’ve always liked how it sounded. So you decided long ago that it would be your chosen name. “They’re gonna love you. I know you’ve wanted to come with me for a while. It’s gonna be fun. You’ll see.”

He was always so patient with you. So endearing. Ever since freshmen orientation, Ned, Peter, and MJ always looked out for you during school.  They understood your need for routine and structure. For quieter spaces and the familiar.

“I – I don’t know about this Peter.” You stammered. You looked down and retreated even further into the giant fluffy hoody you had on. You started breathing faster, the enclosed space of the elevator had suddenly gotten smaller and smaller. The walls were moving in. The ceiling was coming down. All the while the lift was taking you higher and higher.

You were not ready.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Peter said rubbing your arm. “I’m here. I’m here. And you know that I will not let anything happen to you. Ok?” The softness of your hoody rubbed against your skin, soothing you where Peter rubbed your arm. “We can stay for as long as you’d like or leave whenever you want,” he consoled. You simply nodded your head, looking down.

The bell on the lift rang a soft chime and the doors opened to a bright room. Peter stayed standing still, pushing the ‘Door Open’ button on the lift. “Whenever you’re ready, Gigi,” he smiled.

You took a tentative step forward but rocked back on your heels. You bit down on your lip taking deep, concentrated breaths. Peter, bless his soul, was just smiling at you as you took that proverbial leap and walked out onto the hallway of the common rooms.

You were awed at how big and open the space was. Modern furnishings in neutral colors were scattered throughout the great room. The last thing you noticed were the three men coming their way to greet you.

Your eyes widened and you took a deep breath trying to control your nervous energy.

“Hey, Peter. Who’s your friend?” Steve said first, holding out his hand for a shake. You stared at that hand. You couldn’t bring yourself to touch him. You felt unworthy. Here he was! Your hero, Captain America.

You were lost inside yourself. Emotions battled inside of you trying to vie for dominance. Bubbling excitement. Debilitating fear. Sheer embarrassment. You couldn’t even look up into their eyes. You just stood there, a little ways behind Peter, and waved.

“Hey, guys. This is my friend. The one I told you about, Gigi.” Peter introduced you. Steve took back his hand and smiled while he nodded to Peter in understanding.

“Hi.” You said meekly, waving timidly into the air.

“This is Sam. And over here is Tony.” Steve pointed respectively. The two other men said hi.

“Um kid, I need you and your friend to stay here in the common room. I can’t have you guys wandering the tower right now.” Tony Stark said to Peter.

“Sure, Mr. Stark. We weren’t going to go very far anyway. Right, Gigi?” Peter exclaimed looking at you. You looked up with big doe-eyes and shook your head.

“Good.” Sam smiled. “Cuz Thor’s on a rampage right now after Loki put hair dye in his shampoo.” He continued laughing.

“So until we calm him down, it’s best that you guys don’t run into him – or Loki. So stay here in the living room. OK?” Tony asked. Both you and Peter nodded. “Good. Help yourselves to whatever’s in the fridge. There are snacks and beer.” Tony said as he walked away towards the elevator. You retreated further behind your friend. No one noticed, except Peter, who held your hand.

“Tony!” Steve chastised. “They’re not old enough!” Right?” he turned to Sam, asking the last part of his question. “That law hasn’t changed while I was under.”

“Nope. Still the same Cap.” Sam said clapping him on the back as the two soldiers followed Tony into the elevator. Peter held your hand a little longer till you were comfortable enough to let him go.

The living room was huge with large windows that spanned from floor to ceiling. You stood in front of them, basking in the warm sunlight. Peter gave you a small tour of the common rooms and the adjoining kitchen. He pointed out the doors and hallways that would lead to other parts of the tower, “But we can’t go there until Thor calms down. So maybe you’d just have to come back.” Peter smiled.

“It’s too bad that Ned and MJ couldn’t come with us.” You said.

“Well, they’re not really welcome back. Ned kept fangirling over the others. And MJ, well, let’s just say that there is now a tracker located in Mr. Barnes’s metal arm.” He chuckled embarrassedly. You laughed at the idea of Peter’s girlfriend, your BFF, and her insatiable curiosity.

“I’m sure she would’ve given it back. She’s curious about Wakandan technology. I would be too.”

“That’s why you have to come back,” Peter said smiling. “When you’re able to see more of the building.”

Just then, a war cry came in through the hallways making you hide behind Peter.

“Brother! I demand you show your face this instant.” Thor walked out with the brightest red hair. His long golden locks had turned into the color of a ripened tomato, along with his scraggly beard. In truth, you liked the red on Thor. He seemed more regal and more commanding. But his lightning-death stare had you nearly falling to the ground.

“Hey! Mr. Thor, god of thunder, Odinson, sir,” Peter greeted him, trying to shield you.

“Spiderling. Have you seen my brother?” Spiderling? you thought. Thor’s voice boomed, reverberating in your ear. “I know that you harbor him sometimes. Out with it!”

“I haven’t seen him. I swear. I’ve only just arrived with my friend Gi-” Peter turned to point to you but you had already disappeared. “Oh, no, no, no, no. Thor!” Peter said grabbing hold of Thor’s arm. His earlier reticence, gone. “You have to help me find her! She can’t be alone. She’ll get lost! Then she’ll have a panic attack.”

“All right, little spider. I will help you look. Maybe we’ll spot my wicked brother along the way.”

This was such a bad idea. Right now, you were a mess. Of course, it was loud and boisterous. Agents and heroes running about. All scrambling to find him – Loki, the god of Mischief. Unfamiliar people in an unfamiliar setting.

It was just so much. You cried at the fact that most people would be able to handle the environment they’re in. They can go about their day with little to no care about the noises. Or the lights. Or the smells. Or the feels. You sat there hugging your knees, taking deep shaky breaths.

You opened your eyes to a blurry kitchen. Pots and pans stared back at you as your eyes began to focus and you started to establish where you were.

A small pink petal wafted in front of you. And then another one. Now, I’m hallucinating. Great. Just another thing to add to what’s wrong with me.

But more petals started to show and along with them, came the smell of fresh grass and perfumed flowers. You looked up at the ceiling only to find a large cherry blossom tree sprouted in the middle of the kitchen. Its beautiful branches sprouted up past the ceiling. Their leaves were swayed by a hidden wind. You reached up to touch it, standing, capturing one of them in the palm of your hands.

“This usually helps me when I lose myself.” A deep voice said behind you. You turned around alarmed, knocking down more pots and pans. The loud noise made you cower within yourself further.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said. You heard his voice, strong but gentle, through your hands covering your ears. “Focus.”

Focus he said, and you did. You focused on one petal at a time. You watched it being plucked from the branches of the tree and slowly make its descent down to the floor. As soon as it touched the tile, it disappeared.

You made a shocked face of awe and wonder. You looked up again watching another petal fall and follow its way down. You followed several other petals until your breathing deepened and slowed.

“Better?” the man asked. And you nodded.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, little one.”

“Other than family and close friends, no one really has the patience to deal with me. Especially when I’m in one of my episodes.” You said sheepishly looking back down.

“As I said, I understand.”

“You’re the god of mischief, aren’t you?”

“Ah, I see my reputation precedes me.”

“I – I recognize you from the news reports and social media.” You said shyly.

“No doubt footage from the New York attack,” Loki said disdainfully. He knew when he was being judged. Another lost cause before they even got to know him.

“Yes! I mean - No. I saw you during the New York attacks. But it made me curious about you. It’s not every day you see mythology come to life. I read about Thor too,” you gushed. Loki rolled his eyes.

“And I read all the stories they wrote about you in the Prose Edda!”

“Thank you.” Loki was filled with pride and reddened slightly. “So, are you to be the cook? What exactly are you doing here in the kitchen, crying on the floor?”

“I came with Peter. He knew I was a big fan of you guys, that you were my heroes. He wanted to bring me along...as a birthday present…” you trailed off.

“Another friend of the spiders? I thought you were all banned from coming back.” Normally, Loki would be appalled to be lumped up with his current teammates. However, when you had adjoined him as a hero, he felt honored.

“Why do you guys keep calling him Spider? Is he-(GASP) -is he an Avenger too?”

“No! No, no, no. Why would you say that? No.” Loki looked at you with wide eyes. There were very few of the Avengers that hid their faces. He forgot that poor Peter was one of them. He’s still too young to have such responsibility as this thrust upon him. Who knows what the world would do when it found out that Peter Parker is Spiderman?

SLAM! The kitchen door opened and Thor burst in, pointing Stormbreaker in Loki’s face.

“AHA! I found you now, brother! Your little tricks gave you away. Your illusions spread outside into the corridors.” Thor boomed.

You hid behind Loki, covering your ears. Thor’s voice boomed with thunder and malice.

“Thor! Stop you’re scaring her!” Peter yelled at him.

“Her, who?” Thor said unable to see past his anger towards his brother. Loki turned around towards you, revealing your hunched figure behind him.

“Focus, little one,” Loki said bending down. You heard his deep soft voice and you looked up to see petals raining down again. Loki enclosed your hands inside his own. When he opened them, a small glass bubble nestled in between your palms. The bubble was smooth and clear like glass. And inside was a miniature cherry blossom tree.

You stood there, enraptured, watching as the leaves on the small tree swirled around inside whenever you shook the bauble.

“It’s yours now. Keep it safe. Shake it when you need to.” Loki said in a calm, soothing voice. “Happy Birthday.”

“Thank you,” you sniffled a small smile as Peter gently rubbed your arm.

“Hey, Gigi. You ok?” Peter asked.

“Yes, Spider. Thank you,” you said looking up at him. Peter’s eyes turned round and his cheeks flush as he scratched his head.

“Spider? Wh-why ever would you call me that? Heh. Um…why don’t we go back outside now.”

“They call you Spider!” You said pointing to the mythological gods. “I thought it was a chosen name. Like mine.” You concluded as Peter led you out.

“Can I ask you more questions about the myths?” You babbled at Loki. “Did you really cut off Sif’s hair? Is Sleipnir-”

“No! He’s not real.” Loki answered quickly. Thor laughed. You quickly turned to face him.

“I like your hair red, by the way. It makes you look more – kingly!” You said to Thor and he ran his fingers through his beard. His smug face appreciated the compliment.

Peter immediately saw the change in you. This is how you normally were in front of him. Curious and bubbly. When you were fixated on something, it hardly gave your mind room to worry about your environment or the unfamiliarity of it all. He took a deep breath knowing that you would be ok.

You were welcomed back almost immediately. A first amongst Peter’s friends. Mainly because you kept the mischievous god in check. He loved having you around. His own ‘fangirl’ as Mr. Stark liked to call you. Mr. Laufeyson would regale you with stories of Asgard and dispel any false myths that you had learned. All the while making sure that you felt at home and safe around the tower. Always willing to shower you with flower petals when you felt pressured or stressed. As if you were in your own tiny slow globe.

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Can I request a Loki x fem reader where the reader is a super kind empath Avenger and comforts Loki, who also has been recruited as an Avenger (very reluctantly) but is still a bit ostracized from everyone else on the team. The reader is able to see how poorly Loki was treated in the past and promises to be there for him. They both end up falling in love but are too afraid to tell each other (the reader is able to feel this weird warm and fuzzy emotion Loki directs at her and she can’t pin point what emotion it is). They end up confessing when Loki sees an avenger member take advantage of the readers sweetness so he steps into comfort her. He confesses and they kiss 😚

Also have an amazing day and take your time with requests!!!

hope you have an amazing day too!

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If you squint ever so slightly, peer out from the reach of your favorite chair just enough to see into the surrounding hallway, you can almost make out the silhouette of Tony Stark pacing back and forth outside his office door. 

As resident empath of the Avengers team, you’re in charge of reconnaissance, general battle backup, and checking in on everyone to make sure they’re still intact. You’ve also gone ahead and assumed that to mean that you can use your abilities to read the hearts of your teammates. Hey, it’s what they hired you to do, right? It’s not like you’re scanning their minds, now that would be invasive. All you’re doing is sensing how they’re feeling. Anyone could do that with a bit of good knowledge on body language.

You shift slightly, and there– you can just make out a cloud of colors circling Tony’s figure. That’s how emotions have always appeared to you ever since you were a kid. When people are having a perfectly normal day and not too much has happened, you’ll only be able to pick up on a tendril or two of colored smoke around their frame, a few hints at happy or sad but nothing too special. 

Conversely, when something crazy is going on, it’s like they’re walking out of a bank of mist, Mr. Darcy at the end of Pride and Prejudice (2005)-style. For instance, at this very moment you can’t even tell what shade of shirt Tony is wearing through the dense emotion rattling around him.

This is obviously a sign that something is going on. Usually, Tony’s pretty laid back, or at least he pretends to be. Cool blue is his trademark. Sometimes, closer to missions or just after them, you’ll see bright lime or sickly yellow lancing through them, panic and stress from too much pressure on his shoulders. You can sense his anxiety attacks before they start. Tony has no idea how many times you’ve used your gifts to divert those things, and if you have it your way, he’ll never figure it out.

Tony’s not panicking right now, though, or not in the way that you’re used to. Instead of purple or blue, all you can see around him is red, blazing red. Tony’s not usually a red kind of guy. Red means anger, outrage, and by the looks of him now, something has happened to cook up a regular bonfire of irritation.

As you watch, though, more colors join the fray. You can spot uneasy yellows and greens, an undercurrent of fear. What could possibly be going on to make Tony so unhappy? The situation is complicated, to be sure, but that’s nothing new around the Avengers. Take it from a S.H.I.E.L.D.- registered empath:  no one ever feels just one thing at one time. There’s always a dozen different emotions swirling in between your heart and head. And right now, Tony’s got quite a few to chew on.

Unable to contain your curiosity, you get up from your seat and pad over to him. Tony almost flinches when he turns and sees you, but he rubs a tired hand over one eye and greets you like normal.

You arch a brow at this attempt at pretending everything is fine. After all this time, Tony should know that you’re not one to get fooled by a pretty lie like that. “What’s going on? You’re totally freaking out.”

“So glad to see you, Y/N,” Tony complains, “I look great? Thanks for telling me. You’re always so quick with the compliments.”

You give him a look. “I know how you’re feeling. What’s up with you?”

“It’s not me you should be questioning,” he sighs, “it’s the newcomer to our team.”

You frown. “I didn’t think we were getting someone new.”

“We weren’t supposed to, but Fury added another guy last minute. Apparently it was either that or have him rot down in a cell for all eternity, and we don’t want to risk pissing off his brother,” Tony clarifies.

“Who’s his brother?” You ask, curious.

“Thor,” Tony says, and then you understand at last.

“Loki is joining the team?” You can’t believe it. Loki attacked New York all of six months ago. Sure, Fury has always been one to maximize opportunity, but you can’t believe he’d let Loki into the ranks of the Avengers so quickly.

“That’s what I said,” Tony harrumphed, “but apparently it’s already done. He’ll be coming up later today to meet us all. You know, without trying to kill us this time.”

You chuckle under your breath. “I can’t wait to see how that goes. How long do you think we have until Steve breaks out a patriotic speech on our or his behalf?”

Tony snorts. “It’ll happen any minute now. Look, here Steve comes up the stairs now. It’s like he marches everywhere he goes. Unreal.”

True to Tony’s suspicions, Steve, upon learning of Loki’s arrival, does indeed treat all of you to a talk about looking past first impressions. If the red flickering around his eyes and fists says anything, though, it’s that he’s just as pleased about the whole affair as Tony.

You, for one, aren’t sure what to make of the whole thing. Something must have happened to make Fury trust Loki, and until you learn otherwise, that’s as good an endorsement as you’ll get around here. Before long, Thor is marching into the Avengers complex with a stranger in tow, and all of a sudden, you have eyes on your new teammate.

It’s strange, your first impression of Loki. Second, technically, but you’re not counting the Battle of New York. That was different, you were trying to kill each other. Now you’re supposed to count on him to save your life.

Tony shoots a quick glance your way, cocking one brow as if to ask, getting anything? The honest answer is no, not yet. Asgardians are always hard to read, you figured that out when you first met Thor. Everything about them is different, even down to how they feel certain emotions. Loki is no exception. At first, you think he feels nothing at all. Then, you realize he’s just very good at hiding it. His back is perfectly straight, spine stiff and unfeeling.

That is, until you look a little deeper and you start to see the threads of colors playing around his clothes, his hands, his blank stare. They’re green in color, green and gold like the stitching on his apparel. They’re not happy emotions, these, they’re–

They’re fear. Loki is afraid. Not that anyone here will kill him, not that sort of fear. He is certain that all of you will reject him, that this great god will have to watch humans laugh at him and just deal with it anyway.

You can understand feeling like that. When you were first recruited to the Avengers, you almost thought it was a joke. Surely an empath wouldn’t be useful in the heat of the battle. They had to convince you of that later, once you could start changing people’s emotions instead of just reading them. Still, you know what it’s like to doubt yourself, even when you’re sure that you are worth more than anyone can imagine.

So, you step forward first, and greet him with a smile. “I’m Y/N,” you say, “it’s good to see you.”

Loki arches a brow, and you don’t have to read minds to know that he’s thinking is it? as strongly as he can. This confusion only grows when you hold out a hand to him. For a moment, you think he’s going to reject you, but your smile stays insistent. He doesn’t have to like you at all, but goddamnit, you’re going to like him. He can deal with that on his own terms.

He must be able to pick up on this sort of stubbornness, and for some reason this is what wins him over at last. Loki extends his hand to shake yours, and just like that, the ice is broken. It’s as if a collectively held breath is released across the room.

That isn’t to say that the rest of the Avengers take to him so readily, nor that Loki is as willing to accept them as you. He tends to stick to himself, avoiding crowds unless he can’t avoid it. He begrudgingly tells you it’s because being around that many people either reminds him of Asgard or the battle or both.

He tells you a lot, actually. It doesn’t all happen at first. He may have shaken your hand, but he seems dead set on despising you. However, you’d made up your mind to win him over at that point, and you weren’t going to rest until you met your goal. It took a lot of slow, deliberate effort, but before long the conversations weren’t so one-sided and you swore he actually smiled when you entered the room.

Also, he stopped hiding his emotions as much. The first time you saw a hesitant wave of goldenrod brush across his shoulders, you thought you were hallucinating. It was there the next time you saw him, though, and the next, and the next, deepening to sunset orange and staying there. Happiness. He liked being near you.

Once trust was built, real friendship could follow suit. Turns out Loki was just as reluctant to join the Avengers as your lot was to welcome him in, but when Director Fury makes a decision, pretty much everyone has to follow suit. Thor had warned him against causing more trouble, so Loki was here to stay. He used to think that was a bad thing, but judging by the way his tone has softened as of late, he might not be so sure of that anymore.

Loki starts to tell you more, once he stops thinking of you as an outsider. He tells you about Thanos, about how he had twisted Loki’s mind so that he could only attack the city. You had suspected something was wrong with Loki during the Battle of New York– his eyes glowed a strange color, the emotions flickering around his chest were almost alien, so unusual even for a god– but hearing it is the confirmation you needed to be sure. Loki had not attacked you in his own mind. He had not tried to kill you, that was someone else forcing his hand.

That last part was especially crucial. The night he finally told you about Thanos’ control, Loki had not been able to leave until he was certain that you understood that it had not been him leading the attack on the Avengers and your home. At last, you convince him that it is alright, and only then can he rest easy.

The rest of the Avengers aren’t able to share in this peace, however. They don’t want to give Loki a chance, which, seeing as they’re not able to actually see his emotions, you can sort of understand, but at this point it’s growing tiresome. It’s been months now since Loki joined the team, and he has not lied to or betrayed or attempted to murder anyone. You want to yell at them to grow up, but you don’t feel like picking someone else’s fights.

Instead, you’d rather spend your time pondering another puzzle. Loki’s moods have shifted again towards you, but this time you cannot understand them at all. Something’s changed about the way he looks at you, how he speaks, and you have no clue what any of it means.

When you have trouble, though, there’s only one surefire solution:  you need to talk to Natasha Romanoff. Nat’s been your best friend since you joined the Avengers, actually. She gets you. You get her. It’s a good time all around.

So, Natasha doesn’t look too surprised when you all but throw yourself into one of the chairs in her favorite space in the complex one sunny morning. The only question on her mind isn’t to ask what’s up with you but what Loki’s done now.

You grimace. “I don’t know, that’s the worst part. He’s acting weirdly.”

“Isn’t that normal for Loki?” Nat questions. “I mean, he is a disgruntled younger brother/frost giant/Norse god. I feel like weird for him is kind of expected.”

“No,” you argue, “This is different. Something’s changed.”

Natasha furrows her brow. “And you haven’t been able to pick up on anything?”

“Well,” you hesitate, “maybe there’s something. I have no idea what it is, though. It’s happy, I think, but it’s sad at times, too, and flickery, like even he can’t explain it. I don’t know how to describe it in the slightest.”

She nods decisively. “It’s love.”

You blink in surprise. “What? No, I just said I had no idea what this is. There’s no way you would be able to guess it so quickly.”

Nat shrugs. “Actually, your vague description was exactly why I know what this is. Only love makes no sense like that. Love makes you happy, but it breaks your heart, right? It confuses the hell out of you because that’s what it’s supposed to do. There’s nothing else that could make anyone feel like a mess of emotion but love.”

You sigh. “That still leaves the fact that it’s Loki, though. You actually think he’s in love with me? I’m a human. I mean, inhuman, technically, but same difference to him. Why would a literal Asgardian god ever look at me like that?”

Natasha’s gaze is knowing, but you can’t quite meet her eyes. “I don’t know why he wouldn’t. You won him over faster than anyone was expecting. I think the biggest question isn’t what he’s feeling, but what you are.”

You brush her concern aside. “Well, of course I know how I feel. I’ve had this much time figuring out how other people’s emotions work, it’s like a user manual for what certain things feel like in your own head. I just can’t believe that he truly feels the same. Maybe he’s trying to trick me by pretending to feel a certain way, I wouldn’t put it past him.”

Nat scoffs. “I thought you were the president of the ‘Stop Loki Hate’ fan club. What’s gotten you doubting him again?”

You shoot her a look. “I’m not doubting him, just myself. Also, there’s no such fan club. Fury banned us from attending Avengers-based clubs, remember?”

She nods mournfully. “All it took was one bad experience. Look, all of us showing up to the ‘Personally Victimized by Nick Fury’ meeting was funny. He was just being a bad sport.”

You smile fondly. “I remember. I’ve never seen that much red in my life. He was totally outraged.”

“Oh, I know. You didn’t need empathy powers to tell that much. At least we abstained from putting on the fake eye patches.” Nat muses.

You bite back a laugh. “Yeah, that might have been overkill. Anyway, back to the point. Are we sure about this?”

“We’re sure,” Natasha assures you, “I’m sure you’ll get in your own head about it later, though.”

“You can count on it,” you grin, and say your goodbyes.

Natasha is right as usual, as it turns out. Both about your feelings and the fact that you would second guess yourself. You were going to say something to Loki, but you talked yourself out of it later that night. It just feels wrong, that’s all. There’s no way a literal prince of the gods would fall in love when you’re just, well, you.

You do your best to push it out of your head, Nat’s knowing glances be damned. Life is too busy to contemplate men who won’t speak their minds. It feels like a new crisis hits New York every week. Speaking of which, you’ve actually got complaints about that. Namely, the fact that you haven’t been on a mission in quite some time despite your status as an Avenger.

You get frustrated once a couple of months have gone by without you seeing a fight. You pull Steve aside when you hear about something going wrong again. “I saw Fury’s memo about needing an extraction team for a situation over in Spain. Can I sign up?”

Steve shakes his head. “Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but we’ve already got enough guys on that team.”

You frown at him. “You can never have too many guys on an extraction team. It’s, like, Avengers lore that stuff always goes wrong on those. I can at least tag along as backup just in case. I’ll grab my gear and be off in like five minutes.”

Steve doesn’t seem willing to back down, though. “Look, I’m glad you’re passionate about the team, but we’re good, honestly. If you’re getting bored, just join the next mission, I’m sure one will come up sooner than later.”

You sigh. “That’s what everyone said last mission, and the one before that, too. I haven’t been out of the complex on official business in three months. I’m an Avenger, Steve, let me act like one.”

Steve puts his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Y/N, I meant what I said about being glad you want to help, but this is serious. I’m a supersoldier, that’s why I’m out there all the time. Nat’s been trained for this sort of stuff since she was a kid. It makes sense to send us, right? You know we value your gifts, but we can’t risk hurting you.”

Your stomach twists. “You mean, I’m really best when I’m looking at people’s heads, not actually in a fight.”

Steve doesn’t seem to realize he’s upset you, and he nods emphatically. “Exactly! You’ve got a great skill set, just not for right now. I bet we’ll find something soon, though.”

You flash him a thumbs up, already walking back down the hallway so he can’t see the way your face twists. “Can’t wait.”

You let your composure drop the second you’re around the corner. Is this really how they feel? You were useful in the Battle of New York, you know that, and the other agents say you’ve been improving with your abilities by leaps and bounds. You’re handy with a gun or knife, too, so you know you could survive a fight and be of use. You’ve done it before, why are they so keen on stopping you now?

It makes you feel, well, useless. It’s hard to stop the tears from pricking at the corners of your eyes, and you quickly change course to head for your private quarters. You don’t want anyone to see you like this.

Of all the fantastic timing, though, the one person you want to run into least of all right now steps into the hallway just as you think that. Loki nods at you as usual, but he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you. “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head dismissively, trying to physically will yourself to look normal. “Nothing! I’m great. Everything’s good.”

He doesn’t seem convinced, though, and reaches out a careful hand towards you. “Are you sure? It doesn’t seem like everything is good.”

You let out a watery laugh, and that does it. “No, actually, things are terrible. Everyone on the team sees me as a joke.”

Loki frowns, clearly taken aback. “Well, that’s not true at all. I don’t see you as a joke in the slightest.”

“Everyone else, then,” you amend with a messy wave of your hand, “I’ve been trying to convince them to let me on a mission for months and they won’t do it. I know my gifts are damn near useless, but I just want to help.”

“That’s not true,” Loki repeats, “They’re a lot of good, actually, and you know that. You’re the best interrogator they have, even compared to Romanoff. You see through everyone’s lies in a heartbeat, even mine, and I’ve had plenty more time to practice them than most. You can sense a trap or ambush in half a second. They’re fools for not wanting you out there with them.”

You smile weakly at him. “You don’t have to say all of that. Thanks, though.”

“Of course I do,” Loki says blankly, “it’s true, and I need to.”

“Why?” You ask curiously.

Loki swallows hard, looks away, and then you see it again– that faint mist of pink, right over his heart. It’s just like Nat said, isn’t it? Just like that.

He forces his gaze back to you, and you’re shocked by the certainty in his eyes after all this time of ducking around your feelings. “It’s true because I love you, and I would not be able to stand it if you let the rest of them talk you into thinking otherwise. They’re toy soldiers, the lot of them, all the same. They couldn’t see real worth if it was standing right in front of them.”

You smile, and for once it’s not cracked or teary or anything, it’s real, as real as the pink ribbons tying the two of you together. “I love you too,” you say.

“Of course you do,” he replies, but he’s smiling too, and you think– no, you know– that everything is going to be alright.

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