When I woke up, I was in a dark room. I looked around and saw the familiar furniture of my room in the Tower. I groaned and tried to sit up, there was a warm hand holding mine. Looking down, I saw Tony sitting in a chair next to the bed. He was leaning forward on the bed, asleep with my hand firmly in his. With my other hand, I reached up and took the O2 tube off from around my face. There was also an IV tube in my arm that Tony was holding. It wasn't actually hooked up to anything, though. I moved a bit and Tony sat up quickly when he felt me stir. His eyes went wide and he let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank god." He said and gave my hand a squeeze.

"Good to see you too, Tony." I grumbled and sat up fully. "What happened after I passed out? Where's Loki?" I asked. I didn't want him to leave without getting to say goodbye. Tony cleared his throat and looked down.

"Let's talk about that later. Right now let's let the doctors check you out."

I looked at Tony confused. Doctors? I looked down at my stomach and lifted my shirt. There was a faint six inch scar and nothing else. It was completely healed. I traced my finger over it in awe.

"Wow." I said. "Medicine is so much more advanced in this world."

Tony didn't say anything, he just continued looking down. I looked over at him and stared. His silence was making me nervous.

"Tony, what aren't you telling me?" I asked. He looked up from the floor and sighed.

"I'm not sure if I'm the best person to explain this to you. I think we should wait for the doctor." He told me. I looked at him sternly.

"But, I asked you, not the doctor." I told him. He clenched his jaw and looked at me in thought for a minute before sitting back in his chair.

"Fine." He said and folded his hands. "it's been a while since you were shot. You've been in a medically induced coma since. The doctors couldn't figure out how to help. Loki could only heal so much. There was just too much damage."

I stared at him in shock, before asking, "Then how am I alive?"

"Honestly, we have no idea. You shouldn't be. Your organs were damage beyond repair, but managed to slowly fix themselves. We finally thought you were healed enough to bring you out of the coma." Tony waited for me to have some kind of big reaction to the news, but I just slowly nodded and looked down at my hands.

"Ok, so Thor and Loki are back on Asgard?" I saw Tony stiffen from the corner of my eye and I turned my head to him. "What?" I asked sternly. Tony shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

"We have no idea where Loki is." He said without looking at me.

"I-I'm sorry, what?" I asked again.

"He refused to leave with Thor until you woke up. Something about keeping a promise. There was a fight and he seemed to just vanish. We can't find him anywhere and, trust me, we've looked."

I just stared in shock as the door to my room opened and two people with medical bags walked in. This wasn't in any of the movies. Loki was supposed to be on Asgard with Thor. This was wrong, all wrong. I no longer knew what was going to happen. I swallowed, still lost in thought, while one of the doctors came to take my blood pressure and pulse.

"Tony, how many weeks was I out for?" I asked.

"Uh, not... not too long." Tony answered and scratched his head. I looked around the doctor to glare at Tony.

"Tony..." I said in warning. He sighed.

"Three... times four." He said flatly. I choked on air.

"Three? As in three months? Like the number three?" I asked when I could breath again.

"Sammee," one of the doctors said to get my attention. "Good news is your vitals are perfect, but we should do a contrast MRI of your brain in a few days just to make sure you healed correctly." She said while taking the IV out before smiling and nodding a goodbye to Tony. When they were gone, I swung my legs off the bed and tried to stand. I didn't expect my muscles and joints to hurt as much as they did under my weight.

"Woah, wait a minute." Tony stood quickly and grabbed my arm to stabilize me. "Don't go so fast."

"I'm fine." I told him and pulled away from his grip. I rolled all of my joints out and stretched. "So, how's the team?" I turned and asked him. He was keeping an eye on every move I made, probably to make sure I wasn't going to fall over.

"They're all good. Everyone lives here now, so it's a lot easier to get work done. We've all been pitching in to help clean up the city."

"How are the kids?" I asked in a low voice. Tony didn't even have to ask which kids I was talking about. The only kids I could be talking about were the ones I jumped in front of and saved.

"Alive." He told me. "I made sure to get them the best therapist money could buy. The older one was going to need it."

I nodded and bit my lip as tears came to my eyes.

"Thank you, Tony." I told him sincerely and moved to hug him. He took a deep breath before wrapping me up in a giant hug.

"Anything for you, Skydive." He smiled as he pulled back from the hug.

"You really seem to trust me. We've technically only known each other for a couple of days... or at least where I was conscious." I laughed.

"Well you probably have a lot of material to blackmail me with, so I need to stay on your good side." He joked. I shook my head and started walking towards the door. When I opened the door, I found that I wasn't actually in my room just a similar one.

"Ok, I'm lost." I said when I looked around.

"We had to remodel a bit after what happened." Tony said and led me to the elevator.

"I knew that." I said, still confused.

"Well this is the guest floor, but it's closer to medical, so I've kept you here." Tony explained and hit the button for the elevator. "Your room is actually a few floors up." Tony told me when the elevator opened. "J.A.R.V.I.S., take us to the common room." He said when we got into the elevator.

"Right away, Sir." J.A.R.V.I.S. replied and we stared moving.

"The team has been waiting around anxiously for you to wake up today. They should all be in here." Tony told me when the doors of the elevator opened. I was immediately wrapped in a hug and lifted off the ground making me yelp in surprise.

"You're awake!" Thor boomed.

"Thor, put the girl down." Steve scolded. Thor put me down and I looked up to smile at him.

"A little warning next time would be nice." I laughed and turned to the rest of the group who had gotten up from their spots in the living room. I greeted Steve first after Thor. "What's up, Capsicle?"

Steve lifted his brows at me. "Not you to." He shook his head, but smiled. "It good to see you up and walking around, Sammee." He told me.

"We saw the video of what you did for that kid." Clint said when he and Nat walked up. He looked at me with approval. "It was stupid, but you saved that kids life."

"I specifically remember telling you not to get yourself killed." Nat grumbled beside Clint and crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm here, aren't I?" I laughed before swallowing and turning to Tony with a worried expression. "Aren't I?" I whispered to him. His arm came around my shoulders and pulled to him a little.

"Yes, you are, though you tried your hardest not to be."

We all settled back on the couches of the lounge and they filled me in on what's been happening. Thor apparently had to stay on earth until Loki was found and dealt with. He told me that, even if he was found, Odin might not allow Loki back on Asgard, even just for punishment.

"He was very upset that he couldn't heal you completely." Thor explained. "Apparently, the damage was too great. He refused to leave until you awoke, but that was not his choice to make, it was Odin's and he wanted Loki home. Loki tricked us and escaped the day after your accident. Maybe, if he knew you had recovered, he would show himself." Thor looked down in thought.

"He'll be ok, Thor." I reassured him. "With his mind free of the scepter's influence, he'll go back to his usual mischievous self."

Thor looked up at me. "What are you talking about? Was his mind not free before?" He asked with a serious hopefulness. "Was New York not his doing?"

I smiled at him and stood up. All I was doing was giving little hints and letting them figure the rest out.

"I think I'm going to turn in for the night." I told them all. I was about to leave when something occurred to me. "Uh, Tony, where am I sleeping?"

Tony looked from his conversation with Clint and took a second to register the question I asked him. "Oh, right. Come on, I'll show you."

Tony got up and started walking to the elevator with me following. Once we were on, he asked J.A.R.V.I.S. to take us to floor eighty seven. Tony was very excited to show me my new living space. He tried not to show how excited he was, but I could see it. He was practically bouncing as he walked out of the elevator.

"This in your floor." He told me. There was a large living space with comfortable looking furniture and a giant TV mounted on the wall. "There is a kitchen around this corner. I expect baked goods in return, but that's not even the best part." He led me through the living room and down a small hall. There was one door on the left, one on the right, and one directly at the end of the hallway. "The room to the left is a guest room, in case you want to have anyone over. The one to the right is yours." He opened the door that was going to be mine and quickly ushered me in. I stood frozen in the doorway.

"Uhm... Tony, I appreciate all of this, but a simple bed and dresser would have been fine." I told him as I stared at the room. The back wall of the room was glass, like my other room was, but this time it was twice the size. The biggest bed I have ever seen was to the left of the door. A beautiful marble fireplace with a sitting area was to the right. There was a large desk against the wall with a laptop sitting in the middle of it and a small bow on the corner of the screen. Above the desk was a hanging bookshelf without any books. There was a large set of double, fogged glass doors to the left of the desk that I assumed was the closet. On the other side of the room was another door I assumed was the bathroom. Everything was in light grey, black, or white tones. It made the room look very elegant.

"Do you like it?" Tony asked from beside me. He was watching for my reaction. "You can change the colors. Make it your own. I just wanted to give you a start."

"A start? Tony, this room is bigger than my entire apartment back home." I turned to him and smiled. "This is more than I could have ever asked for, thank you!" I hugged him tightly.

"That's not all."

I backed away and looked at him curiously. He turned around and out the door, expecting me to follow.

"Uh, wait!" I jogged after him. He turned right and went to the door at the end of the hallway, stopping to stand in front of it.

"Open it." He lifted his brows and looked at me excitedly. I glanced between him and the door. "Come on, it doesn't bite." Tony sarcastically told me before getting impatient and deciding to open the door himself.

Inside was a training gym. Rows of different types of knives lined the back wall. The room was painted black and the walls were lined with mirrors, except for the wall lined with knives and swords. The floor was a dark red color and was padded. There was a few training dummies in the back of the room, ready to be used.

"Son of a-" I was at a loss for words. It was beautiful.

"I noticed you liked throwing knives and daggers, so I got you a variety to choose from. But there's one more thing." Tony told me and started walking towards the back wall.

There was some kind of touch screen controller installed into the wall. Tony hit a few things on it and the wall slid open to reveal an outfit behind a glass case. It was a dark maroon body suit with tons of different holsters on it. Belt holsters, leg holsters, upper arm holsters, lower and upper back holsters, this suit was amazing. The holsters were black to contrast the red. It made me think of Deadpool's suit. Over the top of the suit was a black half jacket with, I guessed it, more holsters. Some were for knives while others were to hold pistols and ammo.

"I- this is mine?" I asked in my shock.

"If you want it." He smiled at me. Happy tears came to my eyes and I nodded aggressively.

"Yes! Absolutely!" I laughed. "If you're doing this because you felt guilty I got shot, then I need to get shot more often."

"Yeah, no. Never again!" He looked at me seriously. I stopped laughing and frowned.

"Tony, I was just joking. You know I don't blame you. It was an accident and I'm ok now." I reassured him. He watched me for a few moments making sure I meant it.

"It shouldn't have happened. It was way too close for comfort." He told me. I shrugged.

"I'm fine, really. I'm just a little weak from not using my muscles for three months, but that can be fixed."

Tony sighed and then looked at the suit. "The material should stop a bullet from any smaller caliber weapon, but it's still going to hurt like hell. It's also got a few safety features built in." Tony said.

"I wouldn't expect anything less." I laughed. "Thank you." I said to him seriously. He nodded and turned to look at the door.

"I should get back to the kids now before they destroy my living room." I smiled and how he was calling the Avengers 'kids'. "I'll see you in the morning. Nat's making waffles." He winked before walking out and leaving me to my shiny new toys.

I opened the glass case and ran my hand over the material of the suit. It felt light. No one would think it could stop anything, let alone a bullet. I smiled happily before closing the case. I hit a button and watched the wall close back up, safely tucked up. When that was done, I turned back to the knives. There were so many of them! I admired them for a while before turning and leaving the room to go back to the bedroom. When I stepped into the room, I was shocked all over again by how big it was. There was so much room. I walked over to the bed and just collapsed onto it. It looked extremely comfortable, and it was. I sighed happily and turned on my side. When I did, I saw something. There was a small bedside table and on the table was a phone. I sat up and grabbed it. There was a note on the back that simply read,

Don't lose it - Tony

I laughed and put it back down on the charger. I got up to check out the rest of the room, starting with the bathroom. It was gorgeous. Everything was white marble. The shower was amazing. The entire roof of the shower rained water. The bathtub was just as big as the last and had jets. There was a large vanity with lights that went all the way around the mirror. After checking out the bathroom, I quickly ran over to the other set of doors. When I opened them, my jaw dropped. The closet was huge and filled with clothes. Casual to formal to athletic. It had everything. There were also display cases for jewelry. Shoes lined the back wall and I ran my hand along all the clothes while I walked to the back. There was no way Tony did all of this himself. I'd bet money Pepper and Nat helped. I changed into a tank and sleep shorts and walked out of the closet, closing the doors as I did. All this excitement was making me tired. My body wasn't used to being awake for so long anymore. I yawned and went to crawl into bed. I got under the covers and cuddled up into a pillow.

"J.A.R.V.I.S.?" I asked the ceiling.

"Yes, Ms. Sammee?"

"Could you turn all the lights out, please?"

"Certainly." The voice from the ceiling called and a second later it was dark. I started drifting off to sleep and almost missed a flash of green appearing before my bed. I opened my eyes slightly and saw a furry black cat jump onto the bed. I fully opened them after seeing the cat and stared at it for a second. Green eyes stared back.

I sat up slightly and chuckled at the cat, lifting a hand and reaching out to pet the top of his head. The cat flinched back at first, but ultimately let me pet him.

"You know," I sighed, "Thor is worried sick about you." I smiled as the cat started to purr. "I guess you're who I should thank for being alive right now, huh, Lokitty?"

The cat looked up and tilted his head to the side a bit. He then jumped off the bed and, with a shimmer of green, transformed into Loki.

"I haven't the slightest care about that wandering oaf." Loki commented. "How did you know?" He asked. I assumed he was asking how I knew the cat was him, so I answered.

"You're a master shapeshifter who prefers either a serpent, or a cat. It wasn't that big of a leap." I smirked at him.

"Not that, that I was the one to heal you?" He asked. He was standing, so I moved to sit at the edge of the bed.

"Oh, well, when Tony said that my organs were pretty much fried, I just kinda... guessed?" I rubbed the back of my neck and smiled sheepishly at him.

He was wearing his usual Asgardian attire and had his hands behind his back. He looked down at me with a strange expression.

"Uh, can I ask you something?" I asked. He nodded and stepped a bit closer to me. "Why did you heal me? You could have left, but you decided to stay and risk getting caught by the Avengers just to heal me, a simple Midgardian. It must have taken a lot of magic."

Loki looked down in thought for a few moments before answering. "You made a promise and you can't keep that promise if you're dead." He said it like it was no big deal for him. I rolled my eyes and giggled.

"A promise? What promise did I make?" I asked. He smirked and inched closer to me.

"Did you forget again?" He asked and leaned forward. His hand rested on the bed on each side of me. "You promised to get me back."

My brow scrunched in confusion and I thought back to when I would have said that. I finally remembered. It was when he was teasing me in the containment cell. I smiled and shook my head.

"I think Hulk took care of my revenge for me." I laughed.

"Don't remind me." Loki growled. "That creature could give Odin a run for his money." He looked away from me. Probably remembering getting his ass kicked by Hulk.

"I'm just sad I missed it." I pouted. "It is one of my favorite lines in all movie history."

Loki looked annoyed until I saw something shift in his eyes. One of his hands left its place on the bed and wrapped around my neck, but he didn't apply any pressure. My breathing hitched in my throat as he slowly stared pushing me back, so that I was lying on the bed.

"Loki, wh- uh- what are you doing?" I asked when I could speak again.

"Silencing you ." He told me while he leaned over me. "I noticed how fast you submit at the simplest of touches . It's quite fascinating." Amusement swirled in his eyes and I took a shaky breath in.

"I-" I couldn't think as Loki slid the hand around my neck down the middle of my chest and to my stomach. He laid his hand flat on my stomach and watched my reaction. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip to keep any sounds trying to escape.