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Steam from the hot water made the air thick in the bathroom. She stood in the tub, with her hands pressed against the warm tiled walls as she let the hot water rain down upon her and cascade down her back. The warmth enveloped her, and worked all the tension out of her muscles from her rough night’s sleep. She breathed the steam in deeply as she ran a hand through her (h/l) (h/c). Content, she closed her eyes, and relaxed for a moment.

A tall man with broad shoulders, fair skin, and raven black hair stepped up behind her. He wrapped his strong arms around her waist, holding her close. “_________,” he whispered her name. His voice was deep and silky. The man’s hands traced her curves slowly. His breath felt cool against the hot skin of her ear.

Her heart beat and breath quickened as the man’s fingertips trailed down her thighs.

Then, she jolted back in to reality with a gasp. Her (e/c) eyes were wide as she wrapped her arms around herself protectively and glanced around the shower.

There was no man to be found.

She licked her lips and tried to calm down. Again, she closed her eyes, trying to push the episode out of her mind as she leaned against the shower wall next to her.

Then, his hands were back on her. He gripped her shoulders and turned her around to face him. The first thing she recognized was his eyes - those emerald eyes, and that smile. The man towered over her as he stood in front of her, holding her naked form against his own bare body. The hot water from the shower rained down between the two. Small streams of water snaked down his naked form, curving with every muscle and sliding down between his chest and yours. The man leaned down, his black hair drenched and dripping water on to her chest, slowly he brought his lips to hers. But, an inch before they embraced he smiled and whispered, “________.” His voice was a silky baritone, but there was a lilt to it that informed her he was teasing.

Suddenly snapping back in to reality, she found herself turned around and facing the opposite wall.

But, there was no man to be found.

Gritting her teeth, she clenched her hands in to strong fists and took a deep breath. Every time she closed her eyes, he was in her head. His sadistic green eyes and devilish smile were forever seared in to her mind.

Sighing out of frustration, she turned back around, only to be met with those same sadistic emerald eyes.

“__________,” he whispered again her name again.

Surprised and shocked, (y/n) shrieked and jumped backwards, subsequently finding herself slipping on the slick tub floor. She tried to regain her balance, but only managed to grab the shower curtain and pull the whole thing down with her as she tumbled on to the bathroom floor.

(y/n) landed with a loud thud, followed by a sharp crashing noise from tearing down the shower curtain. Afterwards, it was just the sound of the water raining down on the empty tub that filled the room. (y/n) inhaled sharply before letting out a low groan as her body registered the pain. She was sick of this. She was sick of being toyed with. And she refused to be the God of Mischief’s plaything.

Not but an hour or so later.

Agent (l/n) stalked down the hall dressed in her standard issued black S.H.E.I.L.D. suit and boots. And she was not very happy, nor in any kind of good mood. She was pissed off and stressed out from the shower incident that morning. Thus, she decided to issue her anger through her fists.

As soon as she came to the gym doors she shoved them open, hoping to release some of her frustration.

Steve Rogers was working a punching bag when she came in. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and khakis. The super soldier was sweaty. His white shirt clung to his muscled torso, and his golden blond hair was plastered to his forehead. He was intensely focused on the object in front of him, until a certain female agent came in to his line of vision. “__________?” Steve stopped punching the bag and assessed the (h/c) female as she stomped in to the gym.

“You promise,” Tony Stark was on the treadmill, hardly even working out as he talked on the phone. “No, no, no, no, you promised earlier, I’m just making sure you hold up your end of the bargain.” Tony argued.

She stomped past Tony as she made her way to the sparing ring.

“Uh…,” Tony trailed off as his chocolate brown eyes followed her (y/h) figure as she walked by. “Pepper, I’m going to call you back.” With that, Tony clicked a button on his earpiece and hung up.

She was oblivious to the stares of the two avengers as she slipped in to the sparing ring and then stopped dead in her tracks, lost in her own thoughts as she found herself alone.

This wasn’t right.

He was gone, and she was by herself.

How could he be gone?

The water bottle slipped out of her weakened grasp and rolled away from her as the realization hit her hard.

It wasn’t that long ago when she was sparring in this ring with a certain blond male agent.

She slid down on to the floor, doing the splits as she blocked a downward kick from the avenger fighting her. She smiled as she held his leg firmly in place, not letting him have it back.

“You haven’t pulled a move like that in a while,” the blond man smirked down at her.

She smiled up at him. “What, doing the splits?”

“No, spreading your legs,” the man quipped as he kicked at her with his other leg.

She let go of his first leg and blocked the other from kicking her in the face.

Quickly, the man switched legs and kicked at her with the other one, forcing her to tumble backwards across the floor of the sparring ring.

But, at the last second she saved herself by rolling backwards on to her knees. “Clint you’re such an asshole sometimes.” She blocked another kick, and then a punch.

“Now, now,” Clint yanked her forward and spun her in to his arms. He held her there in a bear hug with his vice grip, pinning her arms to her chest. “I’m just teasing you to work you up a bit, you know that.” Agent Clint Barton assured her.

“You know, maybe you should try it sometime,” she suggested as she tried to wiggle out of his grip.

“What, do the splits?” Clint’s brow furrowed in confusion as he kept her pinned to him.

Taking the advantage of his momentary mental distraction, she elbowed him in the gut, freeing herself from him. As swift as she could, she gripped his right wrist and yanked it in to a submissive position.

Clint bent to her will as pain rocketed down his arm – if he moved against her his wrist would break.

She snatched his other arm and did the same thing, holding him in one place. With her legs she kicked his right leg forwards and his left leg backwards, causing Clint to plummet downwards to the floor – doing the splits.

The man yelled out in pain.

“No,” she huffed as she admired her work, “Spreading your legs.”

Clint rolled on to his side, freeing himself from the splits, and kicking her legs out from under her.

She yelped as she landed on the floor hard and was wrestled in to a submissive position by Clint.

“_________, you can be such a bitch sometimes.” Clint chuckled as he kept her pinned to the floor.

(Y/n) and Clint laughed in unison. They were always trying to get one another riled up when they trained together- it was part of all the fun. And, the two would spar and train together for hours at a time. Resulting in massive bruises, maybe some cuts and sprains, and a lot of new insults added to their vast vocabularies.

Clint was her best friend.

And, she had been there when Loki turned her best friend against her. He had shot her down just like he did Fury. Luckily she had been wearing a bullet proof vest. The bruise from the hit had faded, but she still felt wounded after that.

Her best friend, the Clint she knew, was gone.

And now….

“__________,” a masculine voice called to her.

“Hey space cadet,” another male voice called.

(Y/n) shook her head as she found herself still standing in the sparring ring. But, this time, she wasn’t alone, “What?”

“Are you ok?” Steve Roger’s sky blue eyes studied her (s/c) face with worry.

“Ya, you kinda stormed in here and then left Earth for a bit. What’s up?” Tony’s brow knit up as he tried to figure her out.

“I’m fine. I just… uh realized I don’t have a sparring partner.” She bit her lip as she ran a hand through her (h/c) hair self-consciously.

“Right,” Tony was still examining her. He knew there was more to the story.

Steve picked up the fallen water bottle and handed it back to her. “Are you sure that’s all?” Steve wasn’t convinced either.

“Yeah, why do you ask?” She tried to be casual.

Tony and Steve did a rare look exchange. The two of them never got along well. But, at the moment, they both were thinking the same thing.

“That was weird,” she commented on the look shared between them. Now she knew for sure that the two of them had words to say, but weren’t speaking. She narrowed her eyes at them as she analyzed their expressions.

“Well…,” Steve trailed off, and then started to stumble over his words.

But, at that moment, she didn’t hear them.

A dark figure caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Her curious (e/c) orbs travelled from Steve toward the entrance to the gym that was directly behind him. Someone was standing in front of the door watching them. (Y/n) leaned slightly sideways to get a better view of the tall person. Her gaze narrowed in on the figure’s face. It was a man, with shoulder length black hair, and a pair of striking green eyes. He was dressed in strange apparel. He flashed her a white smile before opening the gym door and disappearing from her view. “Loki?” She whispered softly, still not realizing someone was talking to her still.

“________?” A man called for her to come back to reality. “There she goes again. ________!”

(Y/n) finally recognized the voice as Tony’s.

“________,” Steve’s voice chimed in, bringing her attention back to them.
“What?” She blinked a few times as she focused back on the two men standing in front of her.

Shit, I need to get my shit together.

Confusion writ the expression on Tony’s face, and concern writ Steve’s.

“What?” She asked defensively, taking a step back from them.

Steve bit his lip before speaking, “As I was saying. You haven’t been very focused lately.”

She licked her dry lips. “I know,” she answered. “I just… I just can’t wait to get Clint back.”

Tony shook his head. “_________, we mean you haven’t been very focused since we captured Rock of the Ages.”

Her heart skipped a beat as the memory of what happened in the shower flashed through her mind. “The guy gets under my skin,” she commented.

And in my head.

At that point, (y/n) wondered if she should tell them about what happened earlier and why she was upset. She wasn’t to explain everything, just to get it off her chest. But… there were bigger problems at hand… like getting Clint back.

“Have you been having any weird dreams?” Tony suddenly inquired.

“What are you talking about?” (Y/n) became confused.

“Nothing,” Tony snapped. “Spangles and I have just been having a lot of anxiety dreams and stuff, you know, the usual stressing work stuff. Nothing a few pills won’t clear up. We were just wondering if you were having the same.”

At this point, her agent senses were tingling and her lie detector went off. “Bullshit, why’d you ask?”

“You know what you should do?” Tony recovered very quickly from her calling bullshit on him. He was used to it with Pepper. (Y/n) and Pepper were probably the only people that could catch his lies so fast.

“No, what?” (Y/n) played along.

“Film yourself when you go to bed.” Tony answered seriously.

“Uh… Tony, that was creepy, not flirty.” (Y/n) informed the usually flirtatious avenger.

“Honey, if I was going to ask you to film anything for me it wouldn’t do with you sleeping. Trust me,” Tony informed her seriously, with a large dose of flirtation.

She laughed, “Oh I believe you.” Slowly, her laughter died as her (e/c) eyes shifted from Steve to Tony and from Tony to Steve, and back. The two men were both wearing serious expressions, and neither was laughing or smiling about the suggestion of her filming herself while she slept. “You-you’re serious?”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded in support of Tony’s suggestion.

“If I do that than what would I find?” She questioned suspiciously.

“Just do it.” With that, Tony ended the subject of conversation. “Now, I gotta call Pepper back.” He waved goodbye before pressing a button on his ear piece and redialing Pepper’s number.

Then, it was just her and Steve.

Steve took a deep breath in before turning his eyes from Tony’s figure to her face. “So…,” he began.

“So…,” she mimicked.

Steve chuckled. “You wanna spar?”

(Y/n) felt relieved for gaining a new partner to help work out her frustrations. But, at the same time, her heart was sore for the familiarity of Clint. Nonetheless, a happy smile worked itself on to her lips, and she answered, “Yeah.”

After hours of sweating, (y/n) found herself back in her bathroom staring at her shower. It was the evening, and after her rounds upon rounds of training with Captain America, she found herself exhausted, sore, and covered in a thick layer of sweat.

Now, she faced showering and being refreshed, and losing her sanity. Or, not showering and smelling to high heavens but keeping her sanity. She wondered if it would happen again, if Loki would mess with her head. Would he show up?

A sigh escaped her as she turned the water on. As hesitant as she was, she was going to make herself shower. She wasn’t going to let Loki deter her from anything.

She wasn’t his toy.

(Y/n) stripped herself of her boots and suit and threw them in her dirty laundry basket. She rid herself of her socks, underwear and bra as well before pulling back the shower curtain she had spent a good amount of time earlier restoring to its rightful post, and stepping in to the tub.

The whole time she showered she couldn’t help but feel paranoid. She kept looking behind her, glancing out of shower at the rest of the bathroom, and pinching herself to stay alert. She didn’t want to be caught off guard again.

This time, she was going to be ready.

But this time, to her surprise, Loki didn't show up. Instead, she was able to take her shower alone, but she wasn’t able to relax.

She swore to herself as she dried off before she stepped out of the tub. Now, she felt clean after scrubbing the sweat and grime off of herself. But, she was even tenser than before. Loki hadn’t shown up… why?

Maybe Loki got bored of me?

She wasn’t sure. She was just savoring the moment of being alone as she stepped out of the tub and found the rest of the bathroom was empty except for a rumbling noise emanating from her stomach.

It was food time.

(Y/n) could hear Thor’s voice all the way down the hall as she approached the cafeteria. She smiled and laughed to herself as she heard Thor shout, “Another!”

Thor was sitting at one of the large tables in the cafeteria, accompanied by Agent Natasha Romanoff. The table was covered with empty dishes that had once been filled with food, until they met the ever hungry God of Thunder. Thor was helping himself to a large plate of fried chicken and Natasha was sitting there quietly with a glass of water, when she walked in.

“Ah! _________,” Thor called to her. “Come, join us!”

(Y/n)’s well trained eyes caught Natasha stiffen ever so slightly, at the mention of her name. Tension immediately followed.

The two female agents never got along well, and after Clint became compromised, their dislike for each other only grew.

Thor was chewing a chunk of chicken and grinning as he looked from Natasha to (y/n), and back. Apparently, their disdain for each other wasn’t obvious enough for him.

“You know what Thor? I’m going to take a rain check on that. I was just going to get some food and eat in my room tonight. I’m tired.” With that, she excused herself. As much as she didn’t like being alone a lot of the time, she figured she could handle eating alone in her room for once. (Y/n) made her way over to the cook who was on duty and asked for a plate of (f/f).

“________,” Thor’s loud voice rattled your ear drums, making (y/n) involuntarily jump.

“Jesus Thor!” She angrily smacked him in the chest when she discovered he was standing directly behind her.

Thor gave her an apologetic smile. “I am sorry.”

She chuckled lightly and shook her head as she took her full plate from the cook and then grabbed the appropriate utensils along with some napkins before turning around and making to leave.

“_________,” Thor called for her attention again, this time his voice was softer and quieter.

“Hm?” She kept walking out of the cafeteria, catching Natasha watching her leave out of the corner of her eye.

“I must speak with you,” Thor informed (y/n) gruffly as they strolled side by side down the hall towards her quarters.

She smiled on the inside, happy to have potential company as she ate her dinner. “You can talk at me while I eat, how ‘bout that?”

Thor took a deep breath in, “Very well.”

Now she didn’t have to be alone. (Y/n) just hoped Loki wouldn’t come invading her mind while she was hanging with Thor.

So, the two strolled in silence until they got to (y/n)’s room. And, as soon as the door closed behind her, Thor began to speak again.

“I am concerned,” the god began.

(Y/n) hadn’t even been able to settle down on her bed comfortably before he got down to business. “Uhh…,” she paused, making time so she could settle down on her bed comfortably. “It seems a lot of people are. What did I do?”

Seriously, what da hell is going on?

“It is not what you are doing.” Thor assured her. “It is what my brother is doing. Loki… Loki is a master of magic. And he is very clever, and manipulative. He is planning to turn us all against each other, and his plan includes you as well, I know it.” Thor’s usually bright face darkened with seriousness.

At this point, (y/n) wondered if she should tell him about the shower incident. But, at the same time, she didn’t want Thor getting mixed in it. She could handle herself, and a part of her sympathized with Loki. Sicking Thor on him for just messing around with her didn’t seem fair to her. Besides, Thor needed to stay focused. There were bigger problems to deal with besides her personal affairs.

“_________, my friend, keep your wits about you.” Thor warned her.

(Y/n) ate a bit of her food as she absorbed what he was saying. “I will,” she simply answered. What else could she say? Thor had other things to worry about.

“Good,” Thor smiled as he took up one of her hands and kissed it.

(Y/n) just let him take her hand, and chuckled when he kissed it. She used to blush when he would do that. But, now she was used to Thor’s different customs.

“Then, I will say good night.” Thor smiled at her before leaving her alone.

“’Night,” (y/n) bid him a goodnight just before he closed the door. When she found herself alone, a sigh escaped her and she slumped back on her bed.

Why is everyone so concerned about me?

She hadn’t been worried before, but now she was becoming concerned for herself.

Do they know something I don’t?

Her thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked on her door.

Great, who is it now?

Taking a deep breath in, she rolled off her bed and on to her feet and opened the door, “Yeah?”

Suddenly, it felt like the air had been sucked out of your lungs. Her (e/c) eyes widened. Her heart pounded furiously against her rib cage as she stood frozen in the doorway. “C-C-Clint,” she stuttered as her bewildered eyes soaked in the image of the blond S.H.E.I.L.D. agent standing in front of her.

“Hey, we were supposed to train earlier, where were you?” Clint’s brow was furrowed as he asked her.

“What?” (Y/n) was confused. She wanted to lunge at Clint and attack him with a hug. But, this was wrong… so wrong.

Clint was gone.

He had been compromised… by Loki.

“Well I guess you’ll just have to make it up to me for missing our practice.” Clint joked and smiled at her.

“You’re not real,” she growled, not allowing herself to be sucked in to another one of Loki’s tricks. “Leave me alone Loki,” she hissed and slammed the door shut and locked it before she stepped back, and waited for him to respond.

“_________, what are you talking about?” More knocking came from the door, “________, what the hell?”

“Go away,” (Y/n) growled at the door as more furious knocking sounded.

“_________ open up, what is wrong with you?!” Clint’s voice angrily called from the other side.

“Fuck off Loki,” She barked in response as she slowly backed away from the door.

“Bitch, open the door!” Clint’s raised his voice as he began to pound on the door. “Open the fucking door! OPEN THE DOOR CUNT! DO YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY BITCH?!” He roared at her. His pounding caused the door to bow inward.

Her heart felt like it was ripped out of her chest. She fell to her knees. Her eyes were huge and unblinking, and she couldn’t rip them off the door.

This isn’t real. This isn’t real!

She tried to remind herself over and over. But, no matter how many times she reminded herself it wasn’t real, she couldn’t help but feel as though it was.

“________! OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH!” He screamed as the pounding on the door became more violent.

“STOP IT!” She cried out as unwanted tears split down her fair face.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! THIS IS HOW YOU THANK ME FOR SAVING YOUR ASS COUNTLESS TIMES?! WELL FUCK YOU! MAYBE I SHOULD JUST KILL YOU HOW I WAS ORDERED TO DO IN THE FIRST PLACE!” He continued to scream and roar obscenities at her. Every second that passed the pounding on the door became fiercer, and he became angrier.

And, (y.n) felt weaker and more alone than ever.

This isn’t real! This isn’t real!

“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” She finally screamed at the top of her lungs at the door.

Then suddenly, it was silent.

She was gasping for air as she sat on the floor in front of the door. “What?” (Y/n) tried to catch her breath and calm down.

The voices and the pounding were gone.

Then, more knocking came.

Her heart leapt in to her throat.

More knocking.

“Go away,” she croaked, finding her voice hoarse from screaming so loud.

“Um… ok. I guess I’ll come back later?” Bruce Banner’s soft voice came from the other side of the door.

“Bruce?” She forced herself up off the floor and stumbled over to the door. “Wait,” she unlocked the door, opening it cautiously.

Bruce stood in the hallway. Confusion and concern were carved on to his face. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah why?” (Y/n) ran a hand through her (h/l) (h/c) locks, hoping she didn’t look disheveled from her earlier outburst.

Did they hear me scream?

“You don’t seem… like yourself,” Bruce carefully chose his words.

“What’s that for?” She changed the subject when she noticed Bruce was clutching what appeared to be a small video camera.

“Oh,” Bruce looked at the camera in his hands, like he had momentarily forgotten about it. “Yeah, uh Tony said you wanted this.” He answered, holding the camera out for her to take.

“Right,” she cautiously took the camera from him, “Thanks.”

“No problem,” Bruce shrugged as he ran a hand through his messy dark curls.

She turned the camera over in her hand, examining it.

“Well… uh, I got a bit more work to do in the lab before I hit the hay. So, I guess… uh, good night.” Bruce gave her a small wave and smile.

“Night,” she waved back and watched the doctor make his way back down the hall to his lab.

Then, she was alone.

Sighing, she looked at the camera again.

Great.

Closing the door behind her, she briefly rested against it and wondered if anyone had heard her screaming.

“I’m going fucking crazy,” she murmured to herself.

Wait, no. I’m not going crazy. Loki’s fucking with me. Clint isn’t here. And, Loki isn’t going to scare me.

Her strong confident conclusion still didn’t help relieve her of any tension. Consequently, she found she wasn’t hungry anymore. She was emotionally and physically exhausted. And, she just wanted some good uninterrupted sleep.

The camera made a high pitched beeping noise when she pushed the on button. The screen flashed on and showed full battery life.

She sighed.

Do I really want to do this?

She was curious.

She was nervous.

She wasn’t sure exactly what to feel, but she switched the camera on to night vision and hit record anyway. “Ok, Tony,” she grumbled as she set the camera on her dresser, making sure it got a wide shot of the room and her bed. “Let’s see what you were going on about.”

Hours in to the night.

She couldn’t sleep. She was intensely aware of the camera on her desk, and couldn’t help glancing over at it and staring at the red light for long periods of time. “Ugh,” she turned over and grumbled as she snuggled in to the covers and soft pillow. “Sleep _______, just sleep,” she commanded herself.

And after an hour of more flipping, tossing and turning, she finally fell asleep.

And then she woke. She didn’t know why she woke with such a start, but her heart was racing, and sweat had beaded along her brow.

“What the fuck?” She said aloud as she looked around her dark room, wondering what had happened. She couldn’t remember or recall or figure out why she woke up so abruptly.

Her (e/c) eyes wandered over to her alarm clock and found it was three in the morning. “Shit,” she growled and rolled her eyes over to the other side of the room.

Then, there was the red light, the tiny red dot glaring at you through the darkness.

She clenched her teeth together. Her answer was in the camera she had forgotten about.

She hesitated.

Do I really want to know?

….

Yes.

(Y/n) willed herself out of bed and tossed her covers aside as scrambled over to the camera. Quickly she snatched it up and opened it so the video screen popped out. She hit stop on the recording and rewound the video to the very beginning. Then, she hit play before she could think twice about what she was doing.

“Ok, Tony,” her recorded voice said, “Let’s see what you were going on about.”

The video then showed her as she got ready for bed, then showed as she got in bed, and (y/n) tossing and grumbling when she couldn’t sleep. It showed her looking over at the camera multiple times and groaning in frustration. Then, it showed her recorded form still. Finally, she was asleep. Sometime around one in the morning, she had fallen asleep.

She waited for something to happen. But as the minutes rolled by on the tape, nothing out of the ordinary appeared on the recording. (Y/n) was relieved but confused. She wanted to know why Tony had her do this if there wasn’t anything to learn.

Until she heard it.

“Loki,” she heard herself moan.