Loki sofly coughed as Tony propped him back up against the pillow, sitting g up this time.

"I'm really sorry, Stark. I didn't mean for this to happen."
"Sorry? You're sorry? Loki, you helped us defeat Ultron! I should be the one to say sorry. I made Ultron! I studied the septor and I made an A.I. with no regard as for what it could do! I'm sorry!"

Loki looked at Tony and said, "I accept your apology." He looked out a window next to his bed. "Where are the others? Could I see them? I would expect Thor to be happy to see me."

Tony thought for a second. "Well, have you heard of a wheelchair?"
"No,"
"You're not gonna like it."
***
"You're right. I hate this thing."
"Yeah, that's about what I expected."

Loki was sitting, arms crossed in a wheelchair. Tony was pushing him down a large hallway with floor to ceiling windows.

Tony stopped in front of a living space. Clint, Natasha, and Steve we're sitting on a couch, while Thor and Wanda we're standing up. Thor looked a little down. They had all seemed to be having a conversation, as the entire area went dead quiet when Tony stopped in front of them.

Loki smiled and said, "Brother, why the long face?"
Thor ran and hugged Loki, sobbing into his shoulder. Loki grunted, "Thor, not so tight."
Thor loosened his grip, and Loki hugged back getting misty eyes.

Thor then mumbled in a Shakey voice, "I thought you were dead!"
"-Again," Loki added.
"Yeah again."
They both sort of laughed, although nobody else got it. (Tony smiled though)

Loki stopped. He hesitated before he said, "I miss this."
Thor responded with a smile before Loki added, "can you stop hugging me now?"

Thor stood back up.

Natasha stood up and walked over near where Loki was. She rubbed the back of her neck as she said, "hey, look, sorry about everything. Really, I am. Now that you're most likely on our side, I just wanted to say that."

Loki looked up at her and simply stated, "I understand why you didn't trust me. I wouldn't have either if I was put in that situation. And I can assure you, I am on the side of the Avengers."
He stopped.
"Where's banner?"

Natasha sighed and said, "we lost track of him. He was in the Quinjet while it was in stealth mode and I tried to contact him, but we never got an answer."

"Oh." Loki looked up at Tony, who was behind him. "How long was I out, anyway?"
Tony hesitated for a second. " A day." He sighed. "An extremely stressful twelve hours."

They all sat in silence for a while. The long, drawn out minutes of akwardly not knowing what to do. (This is how the author feels right now too)

Loki then suddenly stood up, an angry look on his face.
Everyone staired at him in disbelief.
Steve was the first to speak.
"Loki? You're, you're standing!"