The kisses soon led to you and Loki both sitting on your couch. Well, Loki was sitting on your couch. You were sitting on Loki's lap, straddling his legs, thoroughly enjoying kissing him with your fingers wound in his hair. He didn't seem to mind, at all. His arms were wrapped firmly around you, his fingers kneading the muscles in your back.

"Hey, stop making out and come downstairs. Fury wants to talk to you," Clint's voice came from the door to your suite that he had opened. You flicked your hand and slammed the door shut in his face with magic, not bothering to break away from kissing Loki. "Thor! They're mean!" Clint's voice came as a shot from outside of your suite's door. He wasn't brave enough to try to enter again.

Thor was, though.

Thor stomped into the room. You and Loki tried to ignore him. You were busy and he was intruding. Didn't he see that you were busy? "Go away Thor," you both growled at him between kisses, not bothering to look at him. He laughed.

"I think not. Fury is here to speak with us," Thor grabbed you around the waist and threw you over his shoulder in the same movement. You had to quickly let go of Loki's hair so you didn't hurt him. You shrieked and thumped Thor on the back.

"Thor!" you yelled at him. He started to stride from the room.

"Come along, Brother," he told Loki, who jumped to his feet with daggers in hand.

"Put my beloved down, Thor!" Loki growled. Thor just chuckled and kept walking. You laughed then, understanding Thor's plan. Loki would follow if Thor had you.

"Thor, get your hand off of my ass!" you yelled at Thor, though. You weren't letting him get off that easily for interrupting you. You had to have a little fun about it. Though you hadn't expected Loki to actually stab him for the slight. Thor just sighed heavily.

"Brother, kindly stop stabbing me just because my darling little sister is teasing me for interrupting your fun," Thor grumbled. He was obviously used to being stabbed by Loki all of the time. "Y/N, kindly heal this, since it is your fault for teasing my poor brother,"

"Can't until you put me down," you reminded him. "I need to see the wound." He sighed heavily and continued to the elevator with you held firmly over his shoulder. You huffed and grumbled, but you wouldn't actually hurt him and he knew it. You also couldn't teleport away from him while he held you. Which he also knew. He knew the limits of Loki's powers, and therefore yours, better than anyone but Loki. So you were stuck, and Loki followed grumpily.

"Thor, why are you bleeding?" Clint asked when Thor carried you into the living room.

"Loki took offense that I made them come downstairs," Thor replied pleasantly. He finally set you on your feet and you moved to his side to remove the dagger and heal the wound. The second that was done, you went to Loki and took his hand.

"Lovebirds, get over here," Fury growled from the middle of the living room. You both sighed and went to your usual couch. Once everyone was seated, Fury got started. "Y/N, I've gotten the world security council to rescind their decision to arrest you. It took a lot of work, so you two are going to do exactly what you're told for once so it stays that way. Do you understand? They will throw your ass in The Raft to control him if we can't convince them he's reformed." You nodded meekly. Neither of you would let that happen. Loki's hand tightened on yours. He wouldn't let you be taken by the council either.

"What do we have to do?" you asked softly, portraying to obedient little girl act. Fury rolled his eye.

"Don't try to play the cute little innocent girl act. I'm not stupid. I know you're not stupid enough to risk getting yourself arrested. Besides, that would be a stupid decision on the council's part, because he'll go destructively chaotic and probably destroy the world to get you back," Loki shrugged and tried to look innocent. No one believed him. That's exactly what he would do. He will kill any and every person in his way if the council decided to arrest you. Fury turned to Loki. "You're on house arrest for 8 weeks for this stunt. You're not to leave the tower under anycircumstances,"

"8 weeks?" you asked. That seemed an awfully long time for this little adventure of his.

"8 weeks. Don't make me extend it. Two weeks for the time he was gone, two weeks for him leaving you for those two weeks, two weeks for the world security council trying to arrest my healer, and two weeks for pissing me the hell off," Fury growled. "You are on the opposite of house arrest. You're going on every single mission possible. Let him fret over you for awhile." Fury told you. Great. That was a stupid-ass decision. Did he really want Loki in that mood for 8 weeks? It seemed he did. "And don't you dare try to take this thing off him again. It's the only thing the council trusts to keep him under control,"

"You do realize that's useless for that purpose, right?" you asked Fury as he fastened the Stark tech back around Loki's wrist. Loki didn't protest the treatment.

"Of course it isn't. The only thing that has any hope of keeping him in some semblance of control is that he likes you and seems to occasionally listen to what you say," Fury replied. "But we let the council think what they want in order for them to leave us the hell alone." Fury growled some more, but you tuned him out. You stroked the back of Loki's hand with your thumb, trying to calm him. He raised your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it. Fury rolled his eye again.

"Are either of you listening to me?"

"No," you both replied pleasantly and broke into laughter at Fury's glare.

"Fury, we get it. We're in trouble. Loki needs to lie low so the council forgets about this. You also want him to suffer for leaving and putting the healer at risk. We get it," you told him. He glared at you, but finally gave up lecturing.

"She's gotten incorrigible in his company," Fury grumbled to Cap, who just shrugged.

"They're happy and he's been a good team member under her influence. I'd rather have her have some snarkiness than just the timid shy ghost who first moved into the tower,"

"Looks like you're outvoted, Fury," you told him with a grin. Your family would circle to protect you and he knew it. He rolled his eye again, but soon gave up. He visited for a little while and even had a beer with the group. The one beer turned to the group drinking over the ordeal being over. Asgardian mead was brought out. You glared right back at Cap when he tried to deny you a glass of it. "Cap, I'm Asgardian. I have as high of a metabolism as these two," you indicated Thor and Loki. Thor handed you the glass of mead without any qualms. You'd had the stuff in Asgard and it was delicious. One glass wouldn't have any affect on you.

"You're not of age!" Cap protested.

"Cap, you're being a prude," you grumbled. "It's one glass, and I'm Asgardian," if the stuff hadn't been so delicious, you might've given in, but it was and was rare here, so you were enjoying it while you could. You didn't know when you'd be back to Asgard, though you had a feeling that now that Loki was back, you'd have to go soon.

"You're outvoted, Cap, just give up," Nat added. He relented, but didn't look happy about it. It was nice to spend the evening with your family, plus Fury, though you and Loki did sneak back off to return to your prior activity while the others were trying to get tipsy.

*

The next evening came the first of the missions you had to go on without Loki. You donned your battle armor. Loki walked you up to the floor where you had to board the jet for the mission. He was worried, though he was trying not to show it. "I'll be fine, love. You've taught me well. Besides, I'm the healer. You know they'll put me at the back of the battle where I'll be perfectly safe," you reminded him. Again.

"I worry about you, darling," he said softly. "I hate that I cannot go with you to be sure you are safe,"

"I love you too," you replied and stood up on your toes to kiss him. Thor grabbed your arm and hauled you toward the jet.

"Come along, little sister. The sooner we head out, the sooner we will return." You let Thor haul you to the jet and blew a kiss to Loki before you disappeared into the jet.

*

Loki was going to kill you.

Or a bunch of other people.

Especially the Enhanced you'd been fighting.

You were supposed to be at the back of the battle, doing emergency healings. That plan had gone out the window the second the back of the battle exploded. It was only a quick use of teleporting which saved you from the explosion.

Unfortunately, you were the target of the attacks. They wanted to take out the healer before dealing with your friends. That didn't mean they weren't attacking the others too. You were kneeling beside Cap healing him from a nasty stomach wound when you were surrounded by the Enhanced. One of them burst through your shields. You managed to teleport Cap away when the Enhanced grabbed your arm, stopping you from saving yourself with magic. You summoned a dagger to stab him, but he moved quickly, yanking your arm behind you, shoving some sort of power at you. You howled in pain as you felt bones snap. You twirled, throwing your dagger at him and summoning another to thrust into him. He dropped your arm, surprised at the dagger sticking out of his stomach and the other in his arm. You hated hurting people. You were a healer, but some things you couldn't help in life or death situations.

Unfortunately, his friend drew a gun. You teleported away, cradling your very broken arm to your chest, but you were too slow. The gun went off, the bullet going straight through your leg. You stumbled into Clint on the other side of your teleport. You weren't sure how you'd ended up teleporting to him. You hadn't picked a target, but somehow you'd ended up beside him.

"Shit! Kid, are you ok?" he asked, catching you before you could stumble. Your leg was on fire, bleeding freely, and didn't want to support your weight.

"I've been shot. Why didn't you say how badly it fucking hurts," you snarled in pain as you knelt down, summoning a roll of bandage to wrap around your leg. You couldn't heal yourself. "Shit. My arm's broken too. I can't-" Clint knelt down beside you and wrapped the bandage for you.

"Guys, the healer's down. We've got to get out of here," Clint called over the comm.

"Evacuate her to the jet. We'll meet you there shortly." Cap's voice replied. Thor landed beside you an instant later. A moment later you were flying with him back to the jet.

"Loki is going to kill me," you grumbled through the pain, fighting back tears, whimpers, and shouts, and fighting the urge to try to move and find a position that didn't hurt. Everything would hurt.

"He is going to kill all of us," Thor replied calmly, convincing you to sit on the table in the middle of the jet that was here for the purpose of medical treatments during flights.

"Go help them," you told him. "I can defend here." He gave you a look and you sighed.

"Hulk is smashing the rest of them. It will be done shortly," Thor told you. He looked over the bandage Clint had tied and apparently deemed it adequate.

The team returned soon. Nat made some kind of makeshift sling for your arm and Clint got the jet flying back to the tower as fast as possible. "We have drugs that work on Asgardians back at the tower. Someone forgot to restock the jet," Nat glared at Tony. "Hold on a little longer," Nat told you. You nodded.

"I will," you managed to get the words out through a hiss of pain. Thor held your unbroken hand. You knew he felt bad that you'd been injured. They all did.

"How many people are going to die because Y/N was hurt?" Clint asked Thor. No one wanted to answer that question.

It didn't take long to get back. Loki was standing on the platform waiting for the team to return.

He was going to kill you all when he found out you were hurt.