Hot Head ((Loki x Reader)) 5

    The moment you got out of that sphere was a good one. You drop 15 feet to the floor with much more grace than natural, and everyone's eyes follow you. 
    
    "Well that was beautiful."

    "Thanks mate," you give Lydia a grin, and she rolls her eyes, stepping out of her cube.

    "Show off."
        
    "Forever and always. Alright, so what next?"

    "We'd like to perform physicals on the two of you," Bruce nods, stepping forward.

    "Wait, why?" you ask.

    "Well, two reasons really. One, you tried to kill one another, and we need to make sure no permanent damage is done. Two, we performed some tests on you both while you slept, and we need to make sure no permanent damage is done," Tony counted off the reasons on his fingers, and ignored when your eyebrows shot upwards.
   
    "TESTS?"

    "Woah woah, daughter dearest, calm down-"

    "TESTS?" 

    Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, "Tony, we performed tests on them while they slept. Don't tell her to calm down, she deserves to be angry." 

    "Damn straight."

    "Well we still need to perform physicals on you and Lydia. Not an option." There seemed to be a smirk permanently etched onto Tony's face. It must be like his default facial expression or something.

    Both you and Lydia know exactly what a Physical entails; stripping down to your underwear and walking in straight lines. Yep. You glance over to Lydia, and she resembles a lobster. Bruce and Tony cross their arms and look at you expectantly. 

    Steve backed to the door with a quiet, "I'm gonna... go..." and snapped the door shut.
    
    "We... can turn around if you want..." Bruce coughs.

    Lydia nods vigorously, while you- you're already half naked.

    "Tony, I thought you were a mechanic. Bruce is the doctor. Whey are you  still here?" 

    Tony grins at you. "See, I felt like something similar to this would happen at some point in time. So I got my doctorate."

    "What the hell? When?"

    "In my spare time."

    "Fuckin' Stark."

    At long last, a trembling Lydia sheds her clothes and the two smartest Avengers examine you. Closely, prodding at spots, checking on bruises and wounds.

    "(Y/N)!!" You jump violently at Lydia's outburst. "DuDE YoUR SIDE!" You twist a bit and look at your left side which has turned a sick gray color. Your eyes widen, and you immediately stand straight and glare at Tony, hands on hip.

    "How the hell did you miss that, Stark?"

    "I didn't. I simply ignored it."

    "...Why?"

    "It isn't important."

    "MY SIDE IS GRAY. TELL ME WHY MY SIDE IS GRAY." You're angry and your body temperature is spiking violently. Of course, to you, this is normal. But to Tony and Bruce- well it's pretty new. So they back away slowly, trying to keep calm. 

    "(Y/n), you're scaring them..."
    
    "I HAVE EVERY REASON TO BE MAD, DUDE, HOLY SHIT!"

    "If you calm down I bet they'll tell you."

    You breath deeply, trying desperately to lower your temperature. "Please PLEASE Just tell me why my side is the color it iss!!"


    "Well," Tony steps forward and pokes your side. "It's a magnesium deposit."

    "A what?"

    "See, your blood contains traces of liquefied magnesium," Bruce explained slowly, pointing at a monitor of what must be your blood. "So, similar to bruises, whenever you get smacked too hard, blood vessels break, creating a magnesium deposit."

    "You have to be a little careful around them though. They're... um, explosive."

    You stand still, poking at your side. "How do you make it explode?"

    "The same way you start a fire. Friction. Sparks. Basically, if you catch it on fire, it'll explode."

 
    "...Oh."

    Lydia stepped forward, trying to ease the awkward "So, uh, since we're done with our physicals, and, ya know, we're going to be staying here until later notice, could you introduce us to the rest of the-"

    "MORTALS! I REQUEST YOUR ASSISTANCE IMMEDIATELY!"