Would you be mad if I told you that the main reason I made Brunnhilde and Loki into Avengers is because I got tired of writing "The Avengers, Brunnhilde, and Loki."?

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"I'm going to kick your ass Tony!" Brunnhilde shouted as she lunged across the blue mat in the training room.

Loki chuckled before he felt something hit his back.

"Ouch!" He yelled, turning to see Thor winding up for another punch.

"Come on, brother! Let us spar!"

The trickster smirked and slid in between Thor's legs as the blonde jumped to attack him. He appeared on the other side of the mat and, with a sweeping kick, knocked the older asgardian to the ground.

"Ha! And I beat you without even using magic!" He gloated as Thor grimaced in pain.

His eyes met Brunnhilde's from across the room as she tackled Tony to the ground, twisting his arm behind his back and making him scream.

"You win, you win!" Tony cried as his face contorted into an expression of agony.

"Alright, boys. Step aside. Miss Elite Warrior and I are going to spar now." Natasha announced as she strutted into the room.

She eyed Brunnhilde with curiosity, for she was only wearing a black sports bra showing off her perfectly toned six pack, and black shorts.

"Is that all you're wearing?" Romanoff inquired with mild curiosity.

"This is what all Valkyrie train in. The more skin not covered by cloth or armor, the more susceptible we are to injury. It's the best way to harden us into not reacting to pain."

She tightened her ponytail as Natasha stepped onto the mat.

"Have it your way, then."

Without warning, she charged at the warrior and knocked her to the ground, but Brunnhilde was up in less than two seconds, returning an equally devastating blow. Loki walked over to them and handed each of them a long metal rod.

"Thanks." Brunnhilde said, her voice not even giving away a hint of exhaustion as she blocked another of her opponent's attacks with the rod.

The second the weapon was in her hands, Brunnhilde smirked. This was her domain. She lunged forward and spun the rod, knocking Natasha backwards. The Russian got up and grabbed her rod, attempting to do the same to the Valkyrie, but was pushed to the ground. Brunnhilde stood over her, rod in hand, panting slightly as sweat beaded on her forehead.

"Let's call it a tie." She said, offering her hand to Natasha, who accepted and regained her footing.

Next, Loki and Wanda went head to head, using only their magic. Loki won easily, since Wanda was still so young and inexperienced, but she was a good sport and admired how her opponent barely made it known that he had emerged victorious.

"What I really want to see is Loki and Brunnhilde go at it. They both seem to have an easy enough time beating anyone thrown at them, so let's see how they fight when they're against each other." Tony remarked with a smirk, helping Steve recover from the beating he'd just given him.

"Did Stark really just beat Cap?" Clint asked as he took a sip of his water.

"Yeah, I did just kick Capsicle's ass, but I came here for a show, so Loki and Brunnhilde, you two are up."

The two asgardians shared a knowing look as Loki brandished two daggers for himself and a sword for Brunnhilde.

"No magic?" He asked.

"No magic." Brunnhilde confirmed, eyeing her weapon.

Thor gave the word, and the match begun.

Metal clanged against metal as the two lovers went at it, each matching the other's strength. Brunnhilde seemed to have triumphed when she ended up with Loki in a headlock.

"See, I know your weaknesses, jotun." She whispered in his ear.

Loki smirked.

"Well I know yours as well."

He twisted free of her grasp and elbowed her in the groin before sending her crashing to the floor.

"Damn you!" She seethed.

Loki laughed, but his eyes widened in surprise as she kicked his legs out from under him and pinned him to the mat.

"Who wins?" She asked him, the tip of her sword resting on his Adam's apple.

"You do, love." He choked out before she released him.

The room was in a stunned and awed silence, every eye on Brunnhilde.

Tony snickered quietly.

"I'm pretty sure that I've never seen anything more epic than that in my entire life!"

The training room erupted in cheers for Brunnhilde, Loki leading them. He leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

"Stop it." She teased, slapping his arm lightly.

They took a few minutes to cool down before going to their separate rooms to change.

"Who's up for shawarma?!" Tony asked once everyone had congregated back in the living room.

"What in the nine realms is shawarma?"

Brunnhilde shrugged, just as confused as Loki.

"It is a fantastic midgardian dish, brother!" Thor replied enthusiastically.

No one objected, so they all took a quick trip across the street to get to the nearest shawarma restaurant.

It wasn't very busy, so they all found seats around a large table and ordered.

The Avengers mostly ate in silence, not really wanting to converse with one another. They were all still quite tired from sparring and didn't feel like making attempts to start a lively conversation.

Nothing very interesting happened until they were getting ready to walk out of the door.

"Loki!!!!"

Loki turned around to find the owner of the high pitched girlish voices, and didn't have time to run before two teenage girls came barreling around the corner and enveloping him in a hug.

"Who are you?" He asked, trying to break free.

One of the girls, a tall brunette who seemed to favor the color pink, stroked his green shirt and tried in vain to kiss him. Her friend, a shorter blonde wearing all black, snuck behind him and snipped off a lock of his hair with a Swiss Army knife.

"Stark!" Loki shouted, having no luck pulling away.

The billionaire shrugged and gave him a devilish smirk.

"You're on your own with this one, Reindeer Games."

Loki turned back to the girls in horror as they tried to touch every part of him that they could get their hands on.

"My poor sweet baby, you're just misunderstood." The brunette said while making kissy faces.

"Selfie!!!!" The blonde shouted, snapping several pictures on her iPhone of herself and the flustered god.

After several minutes of Loki enduring the obsessive torture, Brunnhilde intervened.

"Alright, ladies. Why don't you go on now."

The blonde raised and eyebrow.

"And who do you think you are telling me to leave my man alone?!"

The Valkyrie drew her sword, a challenging look in her eyes.

"I am Brunnhilde, the only Valkyrie that was able to survive an attack that wiped out an entire elite force of warrior women that also happened to be my sisters. Loki Laufeyson is mine, and I don't like it when people take my stuff."

She held her sword out menacingly and watched as the two girls ran off, squealing in terror.

"Thank you." Loki said, dusting himself off and giving his lover a kiss.

"Don't mention it."

After that traumatic event, they headed back to their base. Stark walked through the doors and had no more than stepped one foot into he room before he froze.

The entire place had been ransacked. Overturned tables, chairs, and valuables were scattered across the facility, leaving the Avengers in shock. As they stepped into the living room, Tony's eyes landed on Banner's smashed Science Bros mug, coffee staining the floor.

No one could move. No one could breathe.

"Guys...." Natasha whispered.

Streaked on the wall in red paint was a message.

Bring Loki to Time's Square at 11 PM tonight if you wish to prevent the bombs located in various locations in Manhattan to keep from detonating. It's your choice. One man or an entire city?

Loki stared in shock at the writing on the wall.

"I don't think that this was written in spray paint." He murmured as he brushed his hand across the crimson letters to see that whatever liquid was on the wall was still fresh.

Tony couldn't take his eyes off of the smashed mug, a horrified expression plastered on his face. The rest of the team looked at him as he spoke one single devastating sentence.

"Has anyone seen Bruce?"