The Avengers arrived at the Park in no time. It was immediately obvious to the team where Blizzard was, considering only a part of the place was being snowed on.
(Y/n) and Steve jumped from the soldier's motorbike.
“We got everyone?” she asked. Steve looked around, doing a super-quick head count, before nodding back at (Y/n).
They all sprinted into Central Park together, stopping when Blizzard came into sight. Civilians were screaming and running from him in a hurry as he threw giant ice cubes at them.
“I know we’re meant to be beating him up and all,” Tony said, his helmet lifting to reveal his face, “But you guys have got to admit… this guy is pretty cool.”
“Really, Stark?” Natasha groaned back at him, “Of all the ice related humour in the world, the best you can come up with is ‘he’s pretty cool’?”
“Ouch. There’s no need to be so cold!” Tony sniffled in mock offence.
“Ha-ha, very funny,” Clint chuckled dryly, “Can we please get on with the mission?”
“Okay, I get it,” Tony raised his hands up in defence, “Snow more puns.” All it took was one menacing look from Natasha to shut him up.
"Thor, Stark," The Captain said firmly, "You two come at him from the sky, while Barton and Natasha attack from either side." They all nodded, Tony’s helmet dropped over his face again and they went off to fight.
Steve then turned to (Y/n) and said, "I'll distract him from the front and you sneak up on him from behind." He pulled his mask over his face and ran forwards, grabbing Blizzard's attention right away.
(Y/n) ducked behind some bushes and ran closer to the villain. She could hear Tony's lasers firing and see Clint's arrows hitting Blizzard. She lined herself up right behind him, and was poised and ready to jump out--
"(Y/n)," a dark voice said from directly behind her. (Y/n) yelped and whipped around, arms ready to strike whoever was behind her. A breath of relief left her lungs. The person standing before her was none other than Loki Laufeyson, God of Mischief.
"Loki, you scared me!" (Y/n) snapped at the Norse God.
"Do you love me?" He asked out of the blue and in all seriousness. What did he just say?? (Y/n) could hear Steve and Nat yelling things from behind her.
"Where did this come from?" she asked him, glancing back at the battle unfolding, itching to get in on the action. Clint was calling for her.
"Do you love me?" He asked again in a lower voice. His eyes locked onto (Y/n)’s. An icy cold wind blew past the pair. Blizzard was still attacking…!
"Of course I do!" (Y/n) replied to Loki’s absurd question, feeling confused and slightly offended. Why wouldn't she love him? After all, they had been 'courting' each other for the past month! The demi-god sharply latched his long fingers around the Avenger's wrist.
"Not as I love you," he said, his grip tightening slightly. Delicate snowflakes - Blizzard's very own - had started to gather in his dark hair and on his eyelashes. (Y/n) assumed she looked pretty similar.
"Oh yeah?" she asked, her tone daringly cynical. She then pressed her lips to his. He relaxed a little, but continued his hold on her wrist.