No One Said This Was Going To Be Perfect

Trauma = Food, Duh

Hi! Sry for taking so long, but I'm back with a new chapter. This one was rly fun to write, and I knew I had to release it on Loki's brithday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOKI.

Anyway, plz comment, like, and enjoy.

Loki POV

The composed woman standing outside the Avenger's Compound was very different than the woman crying over the phone. Pepper Potts had a gray dress and green coat, and her heels added another two or three inches to her height. She had an air of authority that even made me feel like a scolded schoolboy.

"Ms. Potts." Steve nodded as we left the quinjet.

Pepper nodded in reply, and Bruce stepped up.

"Hey, Pep," He said, before gesturing to the rest of the group. "You know most of us, but this is Rocket-" he pointed to said raccoon. "-and this is Loki."

Ms. Pott's eyes narrowed. "You-"

"Yes, it was me who invaded New York, but I assure you, I have no interest in world domination anymore," I spoke drily, but really, my facade was a dam hiding all my emotions, and it was starting to crack.

Pepper looked at the others, and Natasha nodded in reassurance.

"He's on our side," Romanoff clarified.

The CEO of Stark Industries took a deep breath as if she was just accepting that her world had become even stranger.

The Avengers took that as an opportunity to enter the compound. We walked through a few rooms, took an elevator, then arrived in a room full of couches with a low coffee table in the middle. To our left, a small kitchen with an island had its lights turned on as we entered, and I noticed a variety of different screens in this room.

Rocket collapsed onto the couch, and Romanoff and Pepper sat down elegantly as any sane person would. Steve walked over to a control panel and pressed a few buttons. A hologram popped up in front of the captain. He started to type a few commands, but my attention shifted elsewhere.

My brother had found the chair farthest from any of the Avengers and decided to sit there in silence. It was hard to tell if he was sulking or planning, but either was uncharacteristic for Thor.

Rhodes and Bruce headed straight for the kitchen and opened the fridge. Bruce grabbed a white box with a red symbol. The AllSpeak translated the symbol to the words 'Thank you'.

Rhodey grabbed something wrapped in foil. Both men sat down and unwrapped their food. I walked over, intrigued by some factor in this.

"What are you doing?" I asked, amused.

Bruce, who had grabbed his food with two slender sticks and put it halfway in his mouth, froze. Rhodey didn't even bother. I realized the colonel was eating a sandwich, but I had no earthly idea as to what Bruce was eating.

Bruce smiled sheepishly and held up the white box. "Chow mein?"

Rhodey snorted into his sandwich.

"How are you eating right now?" I peered into the box, and something that looked like yellow noodles sat there. Strangely enough, it looked appetizing.

"Dude, I haven't eaten since before Wakanda," Rhodey said, gracing us by taking a break from his sandwich. "Trauma makes you hungry."

Rocket looked over from the couch. "No, it doesn't."

"Uh, yes it does," Rhodey argued. "Everybody knows that."

"It actually does," Bruce agreed. "Severe trauma can result in a strong temporary urge to binge eat."