Author's note: Hey guys, here's chapter fifteen, hope u enjoy <3 (sorry for the short note I'm sooo tired) (also the gif is Tony getting annoyed at Loki, I'm too tired to look for a better one :))

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"Y/N. Open your eyes. I know you can hear me."

"It hurts." you mumbled, trying to concentrate on anything, anything other than the pain in your leg.

"I know, but I need to make sure you're not concussed. Look at me."

You opened your eyes reluctantly, trying to focus on Steve's face.

"Okay. You're not concussed, but you have a broken leg, so keep still."

That explained the pain in your leg. You'd felt the same a week ago when you'd jumped from nine floors up down into the stairwell. You chuckled to yourself. In hindsight, that had been stupid.

"She's delirious from the pain. How far away are we?"

"Hey! I'm not delirious." you complaining, trying to sit up but gasping in pain as you shifted your leg.

"Y/N! Keep it still." Bruce told you, propping it back up.

Man, everyone was tense. You turned your head to see Steve now doing something to the side of Bucky's shoulder, who was in obvious pain, and Clint trying to convince a furious looking Nat to sit down.

"Nat! It's obviously broken, will you sit down."

"It's fine, it's my own stupid fault. I'm fine."

Tony was talking seriously to Thor, sat in the cockpit.

"Y/N, when did you break your leg before?" Bruce asked you suddenly. He still had a streak of green running through one of his veins next to his right temple. That had been the first time you'd seen him as Hulk. He was terrifying. But he was still Bruce.

"I- uh, it was..." you fought to think of a valid story which didn't involve Loki. Nothing came to mind.

"Last week? It's obviously recently healed."

How did he even know this sort of thing off the top of his head? Yeah, he was a doctor, but seriously!

"I thought I told you not to get hurt kid." Tony said, appearing suddenly to sit on the edge of the seats you were propped up across. The mission had been in vain. None of the organisers had been there, or if they had been there they'd been very well protected and hidden. You'd managed to destroy most of the weaponry, but at a cost.

"I seem to remember covering you from the angry robot guns." you retorted, and heard Bucky laugh from across the jet. You smiled, glad that he was alright.

"I didn't ask you to do that. You shouldn't have tired yourself out, look what's happened."

"This isn't primarily from the battle Tony, she broke it last week." Bruce chipped in.

You shot Bruce a look which quite clearly told him where he could stick it.

"What? You didn't break your leg last week." Tony said, confused.

"I did... Loki patched me up."

There was a very long silence.

"Was this in training with him?"

"Yes, but-"

"And where was Thor?"

You pressed your face into your hands. Shit.

"He wasn't there." you told him reluctantly, your voice muffled by your hands.

You closed your eyes as Tony nodded slowly, standing up.

"Tony, listen, don't-"

"We're back. You three, get to the medical wing. I couldn't care less if it doesn't hurt Nat, you need it looked at." he said firmly, striding from the jet as the back opened.

"Thor, help me please." you asked, in a tone that made it clear you were not going to be carried.

You hobbled from the jet after Tony with Thor's help, biting the inside of your cheek so hard that it bled, the pain in your leg was so intense. Nothing you couldn't handle. Tony had already gone down the lift by the time you reached it, so you had to wait for it to come back up again. On the way down you tried to reach out to Loki with your mind, but the instant you tried you almost passed out: you were too drained from the fight. When you got down to your level, Thor tried to steer you in the direction of the medical ward, but you stopped short at the sound of Tony yelling. You didn't have to guess at who the recipient was.

You started in the direction of Tony's voice angrily, but Thor tugged you back gently.

"Lady Y/N, I think it's best that..."

"No. It's not fair." you said through gritted teeth, trying to put weight on your broken leg and hissing in pain. Now you could hear Loki's voice too, getting louder by the second. You needed to stop them. If you couldn't get to them, they'd have to come to you.

Loki. LOKI.

You almost blacked out as you yelled through your thoughts, but you knew it had worked when approximately three seconds later he was rushing towards you.

"Are you okay? What happened?"

"What happened is that she's hurt because of you." Tony responded, following him into the hallway. Loki span around threateningly.

"That's bullshit Tony. What happened is that I jumped off of the ninth-floor stairway into the stairwell."

That shut him up for a second.

"Why would you do something so stupid?" he finally asked, looking incredulous.

"I was practicing breaking my fall, but it didn't- fuck." In your stubbornness you had entirely forgotten about your broken leg, and decided to step forward on it to confront Tony. Your leg crumpled beneath you and Loki and Thor reached for you in the same instant; Thor got there first.

"Enough of this. We're going to get this leg sorted." Thor told you, picking you up in a swift movement. You didn't try to fight it; you were watching the colourful dots which were flying around in front of your eyes.

"This is your fault too Thor, letting them train alone, what were you thinking?" Tony moved his attack to Thor, who walked away with you calmly.

"We'll talk about this later Stark."

"Make sure they don't kill each other." you mumbled to Thor, seeing him smile briefly before you lost consciousness.

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When you came around again it was the next morning, and you were lying in the medical ward with your leg strapped up and elevated slightly; the pain wasn't so bad now. Turning your head, you saw Bucky asleep in the bed next to you, half hidden by a curtain which was pulled around his bed. You could see the bandages covering his shoulder from where you were. Just his luck that the bullets hadn't struck his metal shoulder, that wouldn't have done half as much damage.

You were just wondering if there was a button anywhere around you which you could reach to call someone in when company arrived in the form of Loki.

"Hey, I was just going to try call someone..."

"Yes, I know." he replied, pulling a chair over to the side of your bed and sitting down tentatively.

"What do you mean you knew?" you asked, confused.

Loki tapped your head lightly. "You really tired yourself out on that mission, didn't you?"

Oh no.

"Don't read my mind."

"Well you weren't exactly being quiet. When your magic stops protecting your head your thoughts are very audible." he replied.

"Loki." you gave him a look, half raising your hand to your head.

"Stop worrying, you'd know about it if I was properly in your thoughts. Which I'm not."

You nodded, relaxing back into the pillows which were propping you up.

"So, what did Tony say?"

Loki pulled a face, leaning back in his chair.

"He mostly shouted it rather than said it. You can probably guess most of it."

"I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"Don't be so... it's not your fault. I let you get hurt."

"I let myself get hurt." you retorted. He wasn't going to win this one.

Loki seemed to recognise this, and gave up fairly quickly.

"Do you think Tony will let you fix my leg again? I don't fancy staying in this cast for longer than I have to." you asked after he had given up trying to argue with you.

"He doesn't have to give me permission."

"Well, he does; he can take that cuff off of you. Or Thor..." you trailed off as you saw the look in his eye.

"What have you done?"

Loki shrugged.

"Nothing."

"You've done something. Is that- ow!" you exclaimed suddenly. You'd tried to move your right hand to point at the cuff around Loki's wrist and it had hurt. Really hurt. You looked down and were surprised to see that it was red and swollen. Why hadn't you noticed that before? Probably because you'd been concentrating on your leg.

"Let me see." Loki said instantly, reaching across you taking your hand in his. You really hoped he had been telling the truth about not being able to properly read your mind. Trying to put your shield back up wouldn't work, you'd either pass out again or he'd realise that you were trying to hide something. Think of something else, anything else...

Suddenly, your hand grew very warm, and a greenish glow surrounded Loki's hands holding yours. Your mouth fell open. The pain vanished almost instantly, and then you could practically feel the swelling go down. This wasn't anything new, you'd watched him heal two broken legs like this. The impressive part was that he was wearing the metal cuff designed by Tony Stark to prevent him from using magic.

When he was done he let go of your hand and leant back in his chair again, looking mildly amused at your expression.

"Better?"

"Wh- how...?" you whispered, watching the metal cuff on his wrist.

"You didn't seriously think I was going to let those fools put this back on me after I had a chance to use my magic again did you?" he asked, looking faintly disappointed in you.

"But how?" you repeated.

"When Thor fell asleep while we were training. It wasn't hard."

"But... I was there. I didn't see you-"

"You were quite occupied with your magic, you wouldn't have noticed if there had been an earthquake."

You didn't know whether to feel offended or not. You'd thought he trusted you, but apparently not.

"Right. Well, thanks for fixing my hand." you said shortly. "Can you go and get Thor to take that thing off of you so that you can fix my leg? And Bucky's shoulder too while you're at it."

He seemed to gauge that you were a bit miffed, and stood up and left without another word.

Why hadn't he told you that he could use his magic all this time? You could have had more training...

I'm sorry.

Get out my head Loki!

You tried to put the wall back up, and to your surprise it actually worked, despite giving you a small headache.

Five minutes later Loki was back with Thor, and he healed your leg without a word.

"Thanks." you said, but he had already moved away to heal Bucky. Thor threw you a look, and you shrugged, stretching your newly fixed leg.

Bruce was not amused that he had strapped your leg up attentively and now it was better anyway.

"You still need to rest Y/N, that twice in a week you've broken it now. No amount of magic can fix an injury like time."

Loki had retreated to his room after you had been short with him. The reason you were so annoyed was really because you were worried. What if he decided to leave? You didn't want that. You were also worried that if he got too deep into your thoughts he might find some things which you really didn't want him finding. Things like feelings. Towards him. And confusion about whether they may be slightly stronger than you had originally planned...

You would have to talk to him. He couldn't leave.

"Y/N, we've been talking."

Tony's voice snapped you out of your stupor.

"Mm, yeah? What about?"

"You. And making you a proper Avenger ASAP. We want these guys who are after you to know that you're not weak, and that they're gonna have their work cut out to get anywhere near you."

"Sounds good. When?"

"How does next weekend sound?"

You grinned happily; Loki was temporarily forgotten about.

"Amazing."