This isn’t as fluffy as the requester asked for but it’s all I could think to do. Hopefully this is still alright, and that everyone likes it. Thank you to @zoemonster200 for the request. Enjoy!
Prompt[s]: I love your Loki ones. Can you do one where reader visits him in Earth Prison because she found out he was alive, but she has a kid and explains it’s his? Fluff? Pwease?
‘Old Flame, New Spark’
The quinjet shuddered and lurched to the side. Steve was
grateful to have a hold on the jet as it jumped through the air and his feet
momentarily left the ground.
“Romanoff,” he called when he touched solid ground again, “please tell me this has nothing to do with your flying.”
“My flying is fine, Rogers,” she snapped back. Steve knew he’d pay for that comment later, even if it he’d not meant it come across as it did. “Whatever we’re dealing with here is some powerful shit.”
“Great,” he groaned.
Neither of them had expected it to be as powerful as this,
hence why they’d come alone. The call had been simple enough: someone was
attacking civilians, looting shops, and generally causing dangerous mischief.
However, this mischief was suddenly affecting the quinjet’s flight pattern? Not
“Should I call for Tony? Get some back-up on the way?” He asked, making his way towards the pilot’s seat with wobbly legs. Natasha was struggling to get control of the ship.
By the time he’d reached her, he realised that her face had
“Uh, yeah,” she said slowly, holding up an index finger and pointing to what she’d seen. “I think that’d be a good idea.”
Natasha swung the quinjet around and made to soar in the other direction, hoping that approaching by foot would grant them the element of surprise. Meanwhile, Steve leapt back into the jet’s bunker, and dialled the emergency assemble button Tony had installed. No doubt they’d need all the help they could get for this one.