'even though i know it's not so distant, oh no i still wanna reminisce it'

THEY HAD BARELY DENTED THE DURATION OF THE TRIP WHEN most of the avengers ended up drifting off to sleep. Another quirk Wanda Maximoff, the ever observant, had recognised amongst her team. She couldn't blame them though, the comforting lull of the jet could put anyone to sleep in minutes.

Honestly, she had held out for longer than the rest of them, drifting off around five hours in, her mind swirling as they swooped through the air, and she leaned into the warm touch wrapped around her waist. Her eyes drooped, and she barely recognised herself drifting out of consciousness as her head lolled against Loki's shoulder. He tugged her closer, letting her tuck her face into the crook of his neck as he adjusted his arm to wrap tighter around her.

He didn't know why, but it was the protective spark in him that seemed to set ablaze whenever she was asleep. It was the layer of vulnerability you'd cover yourself with when you were unconscious, it was letting all your barriers fall as you recollected. And maybe it was just that alone, the defenseless nature of it that sought out the irrational need to protect her in him. Maybe it was irrational. Maybe he didn't care anyways. No, he decided, no he didn't.

He leaned his chin on the top of her head, gently leaning them both against the chair as he slouched, hand absent-mindedly tracing patterns on her side. The God didn't miss the way the spiderboy sent them glances every few seconds, and eventually, he maneuvered Wanda slightly so he could look over at the younger man.

"Hello," he said simply, and Peter startled at the sudden noise.

"Hi," he reciprocated, gently closing his laptop, resting his arms on it as he felt the cold kiss of its top.

"You look.. interested?" Loki tried, and Peter bristled, a sheepish look falling upon his face as he realised the God had caught his glances towards the two. There wasn't any malice in his tone though, maybe a slightly accusing tinge, but mostly it remained questioning.

"Sorry," he smiled awkwardly, "I've just, never seen her look that relaxed I guess."

Loki brushed away how the words affected him, not allowing them to come to the surface, but he assumed the boy had watched the glint in his eye despite it. It was hard to push away the pride blooming in his chest at that, he had made someone feel comfortable around him? Around the man who had attempted to take over earth? His stomach swooped slightly, and that was all it took to shake him back awake.

What was he even doing. It shouldn't have hit him this hard, it wasn't even that big of a deal, and with that he brushed it off moodily. He didn't care about it. Nope.

She shivered, the air conditioning blasting towards her and she instinctively hitched a breath and curled herself further against him, relishing in his body heat as she slumped against his chest.

Nope, totally didn't care.

Wanda stirred, feeling the featherlight brush of her lashes against her cheek as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. With a rather small scan of the room, she found her team all in different states of silence, and on the most part, asleep. What time was it? This was so going to screw up her sleep sche-

Tentatively, she lifted her head, her mind seeming to catch up with her as a blush diffused over her cheeks and she jerked herself away not very subtly. She had fallen asleep, using the God as a pillow. In front of the Avengers. Rational Wanda would tell her that no one probably noticed, or cared for that matter, but in her delirious state her mind reeled in embarrassment.

It wasn't like she didn't like affection, because she did, more than she'd ever admit, but public display of it wasn't exactly her cup of tea, she supposed. She wouldn't mind intertwining their fingers during meetings, or when the stress caught up to her, but she never had an urge to latch on to him at every minute of the day, unlike some of the people on her team.

His features tensed ever so slightly as he noticed in his unconscious state the change in movement, and the hand around her waist tightened instinctively. Her breath hitched slightly, but she supposed the unnecessary shock had awoken her completely, and she realised that no one would even notice. With that thought, she let herself lean back against her chair, head resting against his shoulder.

Distantly, she wondered how far they were from Norway by now, and it caused the ache in her stiffened legs to intensify as she became hyper-aware of her every muscle which hadn't been moved for hours by now. She bit her lip, annoyed at her own stupidity as she picked at her nails with more aggression then one would deem necessary.

The damage had been done though, and she allowed herself to indulge in other, less infuriating thoughts. Her mind drifted, the consistent breaths of cold air brushing her face reminding her of the cool Sokovian winters she was so familiar with. The warm arm wrapping possessively around her body triggered flashes of memories of Pietro, his fierce protection as he tugged her through crowds, pressing her tightly against him.

Memories of her father lifting her, and giggles escaping her lips as he spun her. She'd spin until her mother inevitably saved her from his grasps, exasperation written on her every feature, laced with amusement at her little family. Mostly, though, memories of Loki himself, who lay unconscious beside her now, oblivious to the comfort he provided her.

She fell blissfully victimised to her own mind, memories repeating like broken records, memories stored haphazardly in a dusty album that she had tucked away safely in her head. Even the ones that stung her heart, even the ones that brewed tears to her eyes. It was that, that simple sentiment that had reeled her back to reality with a thud.

Indignantly, she felt an aimless anger crackle in her, anger at the world itself, anger at herself. Why couldn't she get over things so distant in the past that they were now just blurred bumps in the road? Why was she so fundamentally pulled apart that the thought of the past grew a lump in her throat she couldn't swallow?

She slumped in her chair, brows creasing as her peaceful thought process had plummeted so quickly. She didn't necessarily count herself as an overthinker, she was just very observant.

No, she was definitely an overthinker.

They came to a rather abrupt landing, the harsh air sending a wave crashing towards the jet, as it shifted slightly under the pure intensity. It wasn't too big of a motion, but it was certainly enough to shake some of the lighter sleepers awake.

Wanda bit back a smile as she watched some of them awaken with a start, confusion painting their features as they crumpled. Besides her, she felt Lokhi shift, as he hauled himself up to sit right in the chair, a hand wiping over his face as he attempted to remove any trace of exhaustion.

"Good morning," she couldn't help but whisper, effectively startling the God as revenge for the similar motion he had inflicted on her earlier. He flinched ever so slightly, before rolling his eyes at her as he bit back a smile.

"Don't do that," he echoed her words back to her, and she felt a grin tugging at her lips.

The doors whirred open, and a group of the designated Shield agents marched out immediately, the sound of clinking metal ringing behind them. Raising a brow, she silently wondered what they could have possibly been lugging along with them that would be useful to the mission. What, were they planning to crush an Infinity Stone?

Shaking her head, she decided not to mull over agents, that was Fury's job. As she turned away, she was met by Loki's questioning gaze, but she waved him off. They had other things to worry about. Maybe it'd do her good to stop thinking so much.

Steve exited the pilots area announcing himself with the clink of metal beneath his boot-clad feet as he strode into the main area. The man cast a glance over all of them, eyes flitting between their faces as he inhaled deeply.

"We're here," he announced, and the team just watched him, urging him to go on, "Thor says the portal to another planet will be easier from here. Plan stays the same, stay close, don't take any chances, this is important."

The room stilled once again, but Steve didn't cower under their gazes, ever the brave Captain, and he sentenced them with a curt nod. "Five minutes. Get ready."

Norway was cold in the winters. Wanda picked up on that rather early as the icy winter breeze brushed against her face, encasing her in its cool embrace. Shuddering, she wrapped herself further into the thin green jacket draped over her shoulders, breathing in its scent.

Boots gliding against the iced over ground, the redhead sniffled away the mucus dripping from her reddened nose, turning around at the sudden call of her name. A smile ghosted onto her lips as she caught sight of Clint hurrying over to her, arms out to avoid slipping.

"Hey Wanda," he panted after catching up with her, a playful laugh following it as he slowed down and surrendered to moving at her pace. Looking at him over her shoulder, she inspected him for a few seconds, before turning around and letting a laugh erupt from her throat as she shook her head fondly.

"What?" He asked, amusement lacing his voice as he watched her laugh on, ignoring his question as he repeated it. Bumping his shoulder against hers, he strung an arm over her shoulders, drawing the young witch in close, and feeling the fabric of the leather jacket brush up against his arm.

Quirking an eyebrow, he smirked at her as he asked, "This Mischief's?" She answered him with a roll of her eyes, shrugging the jacket more firmly over her shoulders as she walked on stubbornly. Clint let out a girlish coo, promoting a groan from Wanda at his antics. Honestly, she couldn't care less, and part of her was glad it was noticeable.

She startled as the thought crept into her brain, and she banished it from her mind. She was just cold, and he couldn't feel cold because he was literally a frost giant, so naturally, he offered the jacket. Well, maybe he draped it over her shoulders giving her no room to protest rather than offer. It was that simple, she hadn't needed to overthink it.

Tucking herself further against Clint, she leaned her head against his shoulder, and he accepted her gracefully, rubbing down her arm softly. Wanda absorbed the comfort as it was provided for her, after-all, they'd all need it after this.

Eventually, the team came to an abrupt stop as they followed Thor, whom declared suddenly they had arrived to where they were to be. The God shut his eyes firmly, only to be disturbed as Loki whispered something in his ear.

"Shut up, Loki," Thor snapped, drawing a string of more furious whispers from the God of Mischief as he shot Thor a glare.

"Thor, come on you know I'm-"

Thor's eyes snapped open suddenly, a faded gold glow in his irises as he swung his hammer into the air, lightening and power cackling up from his hands to the hammer. A blinding light streamed down at them, and they startled as Thor began to levitate.

And launch the team with him.

a/n:

sorry to disappoint this ones shorter and lowk a filler, but oh well, last chapter was longer

anyways, im so sorry for the wait, ill try my best to get the next out quicker but itll be hard with school

anyways thanks for reading <3