Two blissful, make-out-session filled days later and Loki and I returned to the compound.

However, in the course of attempting to make sandwiches, Loki and I got into yet another scuffle.

"Why can't we just be a normal couple?!" I cried, slamming the butter knife onto the counter, causing Loki to close his mouth and stand back in mild offense.

Bucky chose this moment to set down his magazine and speak up. "In case you haven't already noticed, doll, you're anything but normal. He's a God, and a God of Mischief and Lies at that. You are an ex-assassin/hydra experiment who gained your powers through his staff. You're anything but normal."

Loki shot him a look, fingers tapping on the counter.

I shot him the same look, one that, if it were possible, would've killed him.

Bucky smiled. "However, you've been together so long she acts like you."

Loki turned his gaze to me.

I shrugged. "I don't know what he means! Honest!"

Tasha strolled in, saw me and kinda shivered. "You two are so alike now it physically pains me."

I turned that killer glared to her.

Loki did the same.

Bucky gave me a 'told you so' look from the couch. "You're both wonderful. By both I mean Y/N."

Loki slumped a little, giving Bucky a murderous look. "Can you please keep your aggravating, over-bearing and flat-out abusive mouth shut?!"

I snorted into my hand as Bucky stared at Loki.

Tasha walked closer soundlessly and grabbed my arm, willing me in her own special way to follow her. I begrudgingly did so, eyeing Loki and Bucky on my way out.

I wouldn't put it past them to burn the compound to the ground in vain attempts to get even with one another.

I followed behind Tasha, watching her heels on the floor and not paying attention to where she pulled me to.

That is, until I heard Wanda whispering.

I looked up and realized we were in the basement. Wanda was walking beside Tasha, who's grip on my arm didn't slacken.

I began to worry this was some belated hazing or some sacrificial ritual.

Soon, once we got to the creepiest possible spot in the whole damn basement, full of boxes, we stopped.

Mind you, these boxes aren't dusty and brown, they're white and sealed, modern fancy boxes.

But that doesn't stop them from creeping me out.

"Uh..guys, might I ask why we're here?" I said in a tentative voice.

Tasha's grip released me and she sat on one of the boxes. Wanda followed suit. "We're relaxing, away from Loki and Bucky and Vision," Tasha answered.

I nodded. "Uh huh. And why Bucky?"

Wanda smiled. "You missed a bit while you were under. Bruce and Tasha is now Bucky and Tasha."

Tasha turned almost as red as her hair, avoiding our gazes.

I however paled. "'Under?'"

Both Wanda and Tasha froze. "Er..I meant asleep."

I frowned. "What did you mean by 'under', Wanda?"

Wanda licked her plump lips and stared intently at one of the disinteresting boxes. "Nothing," she lied.

I could tell, and something was really bugging me now. "What. Did. You. Mean. By. Under, Wanda," I said in a slow demanding voice.

Maybe it was a slip up.

"I didn't mean anything! I said it on accident!" Wanda argued, her face turning pale.

Tasha sighed, her head dropping to her lap. "She meant under because..we put you in a coma. Bruce. Put you in a coma," Tasha put emphasis on 'Bruce'.

"Why?!" I cried. "Why could you possibly need to put me in a-oh. M-my....abilities?" I said in a shaky tone.

Tasha looked to the left. "Yeah," she breathed. "Your abilities. They uh....put you in a two-day coma. But...Bruce needed longer."

I gulped. "Why?" I dared to question.

"It was killing you, m'love," Wanda said, more to the floor then to me, in a soft tone.

"What was killing me?" I pleaded.

Tasha was giving the back of Wanda's head a stern glare. "Your abilities. They over powered you, and you almost died. So Bruce needed to see why."

I nodded, "Uh huh."

"And to do so, we had to keep you asleep," Wanda continued.

Tasha grimaced. She knew what I was most likely about to do.

"And the need to tell me this escaped you....why?!" I snapped, not at all to Tasha's surpise.

"We thought you'd be mad," Wanda muttered.

I stood up. "No, no. I'm not mad." I straightened my shirt. "I'M PISSED!"

They both flinched as I took off upstairs.