You woke the next morning to Jarvis bothering you to get out of bed. I glared in the general direction the voice was coming from. "I'm up, J," you told him.

"Very good, Miss," he replied pleasantly. You hoped that him being more annoying than usual wasn't him getting back at you for making him play the Wicked soundtrack 3,000 more times since you saw the show.

You dressed quickly in jeans, the Loki t-shirt Nat had gotten you, and a hoodie that may or may not have originally been Loki's. A couple passes of a brush through your hair had you wishing for your magic back to actually be able to do something with it. Loki had taught you quite a few hair spells with strict orders never to tell Thor about them. Unfortunately, you couldn't do any of them right now, so a ponytail would have to suffice. Besides, you were going to school. There wasn't any reason to dress nicely or really care what you looked like there. You weren't happy that you had to leave your daggers behind when you didn't have your powers, but you couldn't take them to school. At least you would be spending the day among humans and Nat had made sure you could take care of yourself.

You were surprised that Thor hadn't woken while you were getting dressed. You wrote him a post-it note that you were fine and had left for school and carefully attached it to his forehead. Somehow he still didn't wake. You took a picture of him, smirking at the sight of him lying on your couch with a bright yellow post-it note on his forehead.

You weren't at all surprised to see Loki waiting for your outside of your suite's door. He was back to how he normally looked. "Morning, Loki," you greeted him before you stood up on your toes to give him a kiss.

"Good morning, witchling," he replied with a smile, taking your school bag off of your shoulder so he could carry it himself. Your books were taken from your arms with gentleness, but enough speed that you couldn't fight him.

"Loki, I need those," you grumbled at him, reaching for the books. Silly Trickster.

"I am aware of that. That is why I am carrying them," he replied pleasantly. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"Fine, silly trickster," you teased him, but while his hands were busy, you got a selfie of you kissing his cheek. "Jarvis, can you print off that picture and the one I took of Thor this morning?" you asked the air as you and Loki walked to the elevator to head downstairs for breakfast.

"Yes, Miss. They will print to the printer in the livingroom."

"Thanks, Jarvis!" you called. You finally noticed that Loki was wearing the Stark tech again. "Tony put that stupid thing back on you?" you demanded grumpily.

"Yes. He still does not like me. I could not put up an argument, as I was unconscious at the time. It is fine. No need to fight him over it," he added before you could get your temper up on his behalf. "Witchling, are you sure you would not prefer to stay home from school?" Loki asked, noting that you had moved closer to his safety when the elevator doors opened to the living room.

"I have to go. I have a calculus test today," you reminded him. He'd helped you study for it earlier that weekend. Loki set your things down next to your place at the dining room table and the two of you went to make breakfast together. Loki shoved you behind him the second you entered the kitchen, though. The teen you had saved was in there in a new red and blue suit.

"Hi! I'm Spiderman!" he greeted you all like an overly excited puppy. "Mr. Stark made me a new suit," he looked over the two of you. "I know you! You're Loki of Asgard. Thor's brother. The one who tried to take over the world." Loki growled at the kid until you placed a hand on his arm, calming him again. "I don't know you," he told me, but the expression on his mask was off. It was harder to read him when you couldn't see half of his face.

"You are lying," Loki told him grumpily. You went with the more polite method.

"I'm Y/N. I'm the healer who treated you last night," you told him, still safely behind your Loki-shield.

"Thanks for that," Spiderman told you. "Mr. Stark and Captain Rogers said I have to stay here for a few days. They wouldn't say why, but that they couldn't be sure I was completely healed until then," he said glumly.

You smiled at him. "It's not bad here," you replied kindly. You checked your phone for the time. "Damn, looks like poptarts it is," you grumbled. You'd wasted too much time talking to Spiderman. You ducked around Loki to dig the box of poptarts out from the back of the lowest cabinet. "Goddammit, Thor!" you cursed, throwing the empty box away. "Can I stab your brother for eating my poptarts again?" You asked Loki.

"I see no problem with that. I have stabbed him for less," he replied jovially.

"Hey, Y/N, think you can get Mr. Stark to agree to let me go to school? I feel fine now, and I really don't want to miss my calculus test,"

"Mr. Nashid?" you asked automatically, finally recognizing him now that he'd mentioned the calculus test. You were digging for the other box of hidden poptarts and finally pulled the emergency box from under a loose floorboard.

"Yeah...how did you-?"

"5th period calculus test today," you answered, standing again with your prize. You threw all of the poptarts in the toaster, while what you could see of the kid's face paled.

"Dude, I saved your life last night," you reminded him. "Your secret identity is safe with me." You passed out poptarts to Loki and Spiderman when they were done. The three of you ate them, standing in the kitchen. "Jarvis, where's Tony?" you asked, feeling sorry for the kid who just didn't want to miss his test.

"Mr. Stark and Captain Rogers are heading your way, Miss," Jarvis replied. That wasn't what you asked, but them coming here would solve the problem, so you didn't argue with Jarvis over the semantics.

Cap and Tony both appeared while you were all finishing your poptarts. Cap turned to Loki first. "Can you go to school with Y/N and guard her?"

Loki nodded his usual regal reserved nod. "Of course,"

"Cap!? I've never needed a guard at school before," you protested.

"We've sent a guard with you every month," he replied, without spelling out that you were without your powers in front of Spiderman. "They just haven't been so obvious. I'm not leaving you undefended, especially with the trouble we had last night. Try not to act like a couple. I don't want to get an angry call from the school later,"

"Fine," you grumbled, though you were pleased to spend the day with Loki, even if it was when he was pretending to be your guard.

Spiderman wasn't paying attention to your conversation with Cap. He was too busy begging Tony: "Mr. Stark, please! I'm fine! I can't miss this test. Aunt May will kill me!"

"Fine, but straight to school and straight back. You're staying here for a couple more nights, kid," Tony relented. "Happy is driving all three of you to school in five minutes. There's clothes in the med room for you," Tony told Spiderman, who ran off to get dressed. You went and grabbed the pictures Jarvis had printed off for you. You shoved them into your calculus textbook for use later.

Cap was telling Loki he had to dress like a security guard. With a flash of green magic he was dressed in a black suit with white dress shirt, looking like most of the other security guards you'd ever seen around the compound. Except his hair. You went over to him and pushed him to one of the dining room chairs. "Sit," you told him. He rolled his eyes, but did what you told him.

"Witchling, what are you doing?" he asked.

You held out a hand. "Hairbrush?" you asked. He sighed heavily, but the requested item appeared in your hand an instant later. "You don't look like a security guard with your hair loose," you told him as you brushed his hair back. He didn't protest, but sat still while you brushed out his hair, and then tied it carefully into what the media had dubbed a 'manbun'. You saw the melty look in his eyes while you were working on his hair. He had enjoyed it, though he wouldn't admit it, especially not in front of the others. "Done," you announced, moving to stand in front of him. You leaned down to kiss him, enjoy feeling tall for once.

"Loki, please be careful today," you finally voiced your concern. He gave you his full attention.

"Witchling, I am not the one without my powers, and I am fully capable of defending both of us in a physical fight,"

"That's not what I mean. We're going out all day among teenagers who I'm sure will recognize you. Teenagers are not the nicest creatures ever. I'm worried they're all going to be mean to you," you confessed. He chuckled.

"Darling, they will just be curious how you have managed to tame me to be your lowly security guard. It will be fine, I promise," he laughed. You weren't entirely convinced that it would be as ok as he thought, but he could protect himself. He could protect you both.

The alarm on your phone beeped. You all needed to get going or you'd be late. You grabbed your stuff and headed to the elevator to wait for Spiderman with Loki following you, still chuckling, and seeming touched by your concern.

Spiderman came back out in jeans and a t-shirt with a new backpack slung over his shoulder. He was still wearing the mask. "You forgot your mask," you told him. He looked away. "Dude, I already know who you are. There's only one kid in my math class with your build. Hell, there might only be one kid in the school with your build. Cap and Tony probably know who you are by now, and Loki doesn't care," Loki huffed and you gave him a look. He really didn't care who the kid was. "You're gonna have to take the mask off before we get to school anyway," you reminded him. "Might as well do it here where your identity is safe,"

"Your tongue is nearly as silver as mine, witchling," Loki whispered in your ear while Peter finally took the mask off and shoved it in his school bag.

"That is high praise indeed," you replied with a smile.

The three of you took the elevator down to the first floor of the tower where Happy was parked. If you identified the look in Peter's eyes correctly when he thought you weren't looking, Loki was going to care very much who he was soon, and was going to kill the poor kid for the look of adoration you had seen on Peter's face.