Halloween

I managed to get them both to get dressed into costumes. So here we all were, dressed up for Halloween in the over sized library owned by the famous, playboy, philanthropist, yata yata yata, Tony stark. I didn't get them to dress like I wanted to, but it was better than nothing. Bucky was dressed like an assassin (figures) while Loki was dressed up as a 'king' as he puts it. (He just wore his royal armor...) and I was dressed as my sister, Black Widow. I earned a few 'Not fair' comments from the others.

"Tell me again, why did we have to dress up mortal?" Loki questioned. 

"Simple, you bums need a life. You can't just be little, evil antisocial bums. Nope, You need to be evil outgoing bums. At least while I  was still in HYDRA I was an outgoing little shit and did stuff." I said. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see metal boy tense up at the name of the group who tortured him. I patted Bucky's human arm awkwardly as I stood near him. "Sorry, metal boy. Didn't mean to bring up memories." This comment earned me a glare.

"Yo, Reindeer games, can you still teleport?" I asked, smirking at loki who was grumbling to himself. 

"Only short places." Loki mumbled as he rehashed the lack of magic he possessed currently.

"Teleport us three, to the elevators." I said.

"Now why should I listen to a weak mortal like you?" He asked.

"Because if you didn't, you wouldn't be going outside and would probably still be locked up and kept under watch while those butts in the living room have fun all night."

Loki didn't reply and just stood there before mumbling a spell under his breath. All three of us suddenly were in the elevator. No one said anything as we all rode down to the lobby in silence. Once the elevator finally came to a stop, we exited and the desk lady's eyes widened in horror at the sight of Loki. Before she could think about calling her boss, or press the emergency button, I ran at her tackling her over the desk. The desk lady hit her ear against the wall and instantly was knocked out. 

I stood up before dusting off imaginary dirt from my cat-like bodysuit. I walked around to the front of the desk and pulled three bags from out of the side pocket of my bodysuit and threw two at the guys behind me. They glanced at the bags curiously then looked back at me. "What are these for, Mortal?" Loki questioned, holding the bag in his hand almost in disgust. I gave him a look that meant, 'you'll see.'