They all stared at two tall gods, one blonde and one black-haired, standing in front of them.
“That's... Your brother,” Tony said.
“Yes?” Thor answered.
“Your brother Loki.”
“You know, the one...”
“Father agreed that it would be best for Loki to live on Midgard with us. You don't need to worry, he is unable to cast some of his most harmful spells-”
“Well, to be fair, he saved my ass with one of those spells,” said Clint. “Right, it cost me my hearing, but that's fine as long as I am still breathing...”
All the eyes in the room were suddenly on him.
“What?” he raised his eyebrows and pointed to Natasha. “I have my helpful translator, you know.”
“I have asked you a million times to stop calling me a translator, Clint,” Natasha murmured.
“I guess that was something about not calling you a translator,” he smirked. “That's just mean, sweetheart. You know I can't hear you. Gosh, I need subtitles or something.”
“Subtitles!” Tony whispered. “Bloody subtitles! Subtitles, of course!”
Then he jumped from his seat and before anyone had a chance to react, the doors of the elevator were closing behind him.
-I think he has an idea,- Natasha signed.
-I hope so. This is getting ridiculous,- Clint answered.
“Thor, please,” Steve sighed. “Once again. Your father wants Loki to... Join the team, or what?”
Loki shrugged. His arms were crossed and one didn't need to be a genius to know that the god was feeling uncomfortable.
“Only if you will allow it,” he murmured. “But then, of course, I am not very excited to join your superhero band, so could we just... pretend that you don't want me?”
“Loki, you know that you have to live with us to-”
“Yes, but I don't have to fight with you, too, do I?”
“You... don't. But-”
“Thor, please. I know that after the battle with Thanos you think I am a hero, but let's make it absolutely clear, I am not. I do not wish to be an Avenger.”
“I understand, Loki, but maybe if you tried-”
“Thor, seriously, don't,” Steve sighed. “I'm not ready to have another god in the team, especially not a completely crazy one. I... I am glad that your father realizes we wouldn't be able to defeat Thanos if it weren't for your brother, I am glad that he didn't sentence Loki to death-”
“Oh, I would wish to be sentenced to death if Odin wanted to punish me.”
“I am not ready for this. We are not ready. Sorry.”
“But... Friends. That means that Loki must return to Asgard. And I don't want him to spend the rest of his life in a dungeon!”
“Relax, Thor, Steve didn't say that I couldn't live here. Or did you?”
“That's not up to me to decide. This is still Tony's house.”
“And, as you maybe noticed, our genius has left the room,” Clint smirked.
Bruce, who had been quiet since Thor and Loki arrived, just sighed.
“Tell Tony to come back, Jarvis,” he said. “His wonderful idea can wait for a few minutes.”
“And that is why I had to leave my workshop?!” Tony blinked.
“Well, we didn't want to agree with it behind your back,” said Steve.
“But you are all okay with it?” asked Tony. “No objections?”
“None that I know of?” Steve shrugged.
“And you still feel the need to ask me? Cute. Really, Cap, I've got work to do. Just show the Space Princess his room. Or flat. Whatever, I don't care.”
“Man of Iron-”
“Work to do, Sparkle! Jarvis, the elevator, please.”
“Yeah. That probably means 'welcome to the Avengers Tower',” Natasha said. “Will you live with Thor?”
“Did he... Did he seriously call me Space Princess?” Loki asked.
Clint winked at Natasha.
-This is gonna be so much fun,- he signed.
-I can't wait,- she answered.
The next day, Tony Stark stepped into the common living room and stopped dead in his tracks. He blinked. Then he blinked again. He closed his eyes for a few moments, but when he opened them, the person was still there. Talking to Natasha.
“What the hell is he doing here?”
“Seriously, Tony, were you drunk yesterday?” Natasha smirked. “He lives here.”
“Did I allow it?” Tony frowned. “No, wait. You dragged me out of my workshop just when I had started a new project! That was completely unfair!”
“Oh, come on, Tony. He's kind of nice.”
“Kind of?” Loki smirked. “You are hurting my feelings, Natasha.”
“You have no feelings, Loki.”
“That may be true, yes, but-”
“You know,” Tony sighed. “I think I might actually want to get drunk right now.”
He was just peacefully staring out of the window when he heard the voice.
“That's your third glass, Stark.”
“I said I wanted to get drunk.”
The glass vanished from his hand and Tony turned around. How did Loki even get into Tony's own apartment? Wasn't Jarvis supposed to let him know when people wanted to come here?
“I know, that was your drink,” Loki smirked. “But I want to talk with you and I want you as sober as possible.”
“Fine. Spit it out. Quickly, please.”
“During the battle with Thanos, I caused the malfunction of your suit.”
“I know that.”
“I know that you know. And I know that you are angry. But if hadn't done it, you would be dead now. You would fly right into his trap. You have every right to be angry, but I saved your life.”
“Nothing,” Loki sighed and shook his head. “If you don't want me here, just say it. You will make Odin's day. He is probably polishing the barrier of my prison cell right now, so it is nice and shiny when he throws me there.”
“No. No, that's... That's okay, Space Princess. I get it. I'm just pissed off that Steve asked me when he knew I would agree with anything just to get back to the workshop. And it's just funny that everyone seems to forget you tried to rule the world once, that you ruled Asgard for a while, yeah, yeah, I know, a plan, I get it. But yeah, of course, Natasha is glad you saved Clint's life, Steve just likes to be friends with everyone, Thor is your brother... I won't forget that easily, Princess.”
“I don't want you to.”
“Fine. I promise to pretend I like you when the others are around. But I don't exactly like you. Not yet.”
“I understand,” Loki nodded.
“And if you throw me out of the window again, I'll kick your ass.”
“Just don't mention the performance issues.”
“Why? Is that a sensitive topic for you? You know people usually become most angry about the things which are-”
Clint turned his head to the window just when Tony Stark was falling past it. The next second, his suit followed him.
“I don't know why, but I think he deserved it,” the archer muttered and focused on his tablet again.