You were only half awake at best as you piled on the jet SHIELD sent too early one morning shortly after you'd gotten home. "Why do we have to do this again?" you whined, cradling your cup of coffee as you boarded the jet. At least you could wear normal clothes for this, jeans and a t-shirt with Loki's helmet on it, because you saw it in a shop and thought it was funny.

"Because Fury ordered us all to make an appearance on the helicarrier, and we like to keep him happy when he's not being unreasonable," Nat replied kindly. She had a short, vicious argument with the pilot over who was going to fly. Unsurprisingly, she won. The pilot should have just given up instead of making her knock him out.

"Some kind of team evaluations or physicals or something," Clint added. He gave you a look. "Mind getting that guy out of my seat?" he gestured to the copilot chair. "I'd ask boyfriend, but he'd just kill the guy," he looked at Loki, who shrugged, not denying that he'd kill the guy.

You looked over at the copilot. "Are you going to make me get up and put my coffee down to remove you from that chair, or will you be reasonable and your pride intact?" you asked him innocently, grumpy since you hadn't had enough coffee yet. At least you and Loki had gotten seats together. No one was stupid enough to argue on that point.

"I'm not afraid of a little girl. I can take you, little healer, and if you play nice you might even enjoy it," the copilot replied with too much flirtation for it to be innocent, and too much double-entendre in his words. You glared, not caring that your outfit did make you look younger than you were. You weren't a little girl, and he shouldn't be flirting or threatening that obnoxiously either way! The entire team cringed at his comment, their hackles rising to your defense. You heard Thor murmuring a prayer that the man's soul would be accepted into the halls of Valhalla.

"What did you say about me?" you growled at the pilot, who seemed to finally realize that he had messed up. You stood, your battle armor appearing in place as you did. You handed your coffee to Loki. "Hold my coffee," you told him firmly.

He smirked, getting ready to enjoy your display. "Kick his ass, baby. I got yo coffee," he grinned, proud of himself for remembering the 'hold my flower' meme.

You went to the copilot and lifted him by the throat out of Clint's seat. "I am Sigyn of Asgard and a respected member of the Avengers team. I am not a little girl, nor am I an object for your desires," you snarled as you held him above your head. He struggled and gasped and tried to croak an apology. "Disrespecting any member of the Avengers Initiative is stupid. Disrespecting me in front of my fiance is even more stupid and you should be eternally grateful that he is letting me deal with you myself. He would not be nearly as generous as I am. You will never speak to a member of the team like that again. And you will learn to respect women." After a few tricky pieces of magic, he was suitably punished with an inability to 'perform' unless he was respectful to the woman he wanted to perform with, mummified in ropes from mouth to toes, and thrown across the jet so he landed in a crumpled heap.

"Your seat's open," you told Clint and made your way back to your own seat. Clint nodded and took his seat to help Nat fly this thing. Loki calmly handed you your coffee back while your battle armor faded back to normal clothes. Loki draped an arm around you while you sipped on your coffee in the silent jet. The rest of the team was still staring in awe. They saw you fight plenty, but didn't often see you with your temper actually up.

"I would have broken a few more bones," Nat finally commented.

"You're welcome to," you replied as you contentedly sipped on your coffee.

"Maybe later. We'll let him sweat for awhile," she grinned maliciously at the man who was bound on the floor of the jet.

"I can still kill him for you if you'd like, witchling," Loki offered pleasantly. "Though that was an impressive little piece of magic stopping him from... what is the Midgardian phrase?" he asked, sounding like he had genuinely forgotten it.

"Getting it up," you supplied. He grinned and the rest of the team laughed.

"Yes, that one. Quite impressive and I shall not be asking how and why you learned that particular spell,"

"Wise decision," you replied and leaned up to kiss his cheek. He kissed the top of your head in reply.

"You can do that?" one of the guys asked incredulously, staring at the mummified man in disbelief. "Ma'am?" he added quickly, before anyone could be offended. You inclined your head. He whistled, impressed. You finished your coffee and vanished the mug.

One of the agents woke you from your doze by coming too close to where you were curled up with Loki. A dagger was in your hand as you startled awake. Loki was smiling as he took the dagger from you and vanished it. He was pleased that your automatic response was to protect you both.

It was a kid, someone who looked like a new agent who had come over to bother you. "Um... Mr. Laufeyson, sir..." he started. Poor kid. Loki could be intimidating even when he wasn't trying. He was definitely going to be trying when they sent this kid to be slaughtered by Loki.

"Yes?" he asked, his tone polite, but bored as he looked up from his book. You knew that overly polite look on his face. This kid needed to be super careful to avoid being killed, or worse.

The kid held up a pair of shackles with a short chain in between. "Sir, it's the rules-" the kid said desperately. Ah, they were trusting that Loki wouldn't kill a kid who was following orders. That was dumb.

Especially when you snarled and had a dagger to the kid's throat a moment later. "Darling, do not kill the child on my account," Loki told you calmly, returning to his book unconcerned.

"Fine," you held out your hand and Mjolnir came flying to it. "I'll just knock him out a little instead,"

"Is anyone brave enough to tell her it's the rules?" Tony asked casually from across the jet.

"I... don't think that will help," Bruce replied, watching the scene helplessly.

"What rules?" you demanded of the room at large.

"They believe I am dangerous and need to have my powers bound and that I must be shackled to hinder my fighting ability while I am onboard their precious Helicarrier," Loki answered without looking up from his book. He flipped the page absently.

"Well that's just stupid. It's been over a year since he's lived here and I'm not letting you shackle him without better reason than 'it's the rules'," you told them, keeping yourself firmly planted between Loki and the kid with the shackles. He looked to his superior.

"Nat, call Fury," Cap ordered, seeing that the stalemate wasn't going to end. Nat spoke with Fury briefly.

"He's willing to compromise to just binding Loki's powers," Nat finally answered. You glared. That wasn't good enough. "He said otherwise Loki is spending the entire time in one of the containment cells."

Loki touched your arm. "The game is over, darling. That's the best you're going to get out of them,"

"It's not fair," you protested. He chuckled.

"Of course it isn't. Very little in life is actually fair, witchling. You should know that as well as I, but we can play nice with the SHIELD agents, so next time we have to visit they won't be so irrational," Loki replied logically. You leaned down to kiss him.

"Are you sure?" you asked, hating that they were doing this to him.

"Yes, love. It will be fine. You'll just have to protect me from the mean SHIELD agents," he teased. You laughed and kissed him again. You tossed Mjolnir back to Thor and settled back in your seat, curling back into Loki's arms, laying your head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head. Tony pressed a few buttons on his phone and there was a resounding beep from the tech on Loki's wrist.

You leaned up to Loki's ear. "I still have the key," you whispered so softly that only he could possibly hear. He smirked at you.

"Of course you do, witchling. See? We can play along, for a little while," he replied and kissed you. You summoned him a cup of tea and curled back up with him, closing your eyes.

"Why is it the tiniest most adorable member of the team is also the most terrifying?" one of the agents asked softly awhile later when he assumed you were asleep.

"I'm glad you noticed I'm terrifying," Nat replied loudly. You snorted a laugh. "And she fights for what she believes in, which unfortunately for you is often Loki. Otherwise she's an annoyingly self-sacrificing healer,"

"Hey!" you protested.

"It's true," the rest of the team agreed. You grumbled at them all and stuck your tongue out at Nat, which just made them laugh all the harder.

"All healers are that way, witchling," Loki told you kindly and kissed you before you could protest.