Doesn't it suck being in a glass cage?

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Y/n's pov:

I woke up the next day, my body feeling sore and my head throbbing.

I turned my head around slightly to see Thor sitting on a chair, looking down, his eyes closed.

"On your left." I mumbled, and he opened his eyes, looking at me, his expression brightening.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied, "What's -" I began to point at some wrapped up food, my arm hurting as I pointed, "What's this?"

"Shawarma. Some food Stark bought." Thor explained.

I darted up, ignoring the pain flowing through my body, "Where's Loki?" I ask.

"Y/n, lie down, your body isn't fully healed yet, it may not be bleeding but it's damaged inside -" Thor says, but I cut him off.

"I'll ask you this one time. Where is Loki?"

"Y/n. Lie down." Thor responds.

"Where. Is. Loki."

"Y/n, lie DOWN."

"DAMN IT THOR, ANSWER THE QUESTION!" I yell.

"Loki's in the area..! With the - glass circle - uh - thing!" He replies, looking scared.

"He's where?"

"The place where Stark puts prisoners!"

"WHY?"

"He attacked us, obviously!" Thor exclaimed.

"You dumbass! I'm gonna see him, right now." I say.

"No you can't! You can barely stand!" he says.

"Then I'll teleport." I shrug.

"Y/n. You don't understand -"

"I DO UNDERSTAND!"

"Really? Then why can't you get out of bed?" Thor asks me.

"Cause I can't stand." I reply.

"Why can't you stand?" he asks again.

"Umm, dunno." I admit.

"The blade that stabbed you was a Chitauri blade, it was sort of curved, right?" Thor asks, explaining it with weird hand gestures.

"Yes..?" I reply, looking confused.

"Okay so that Alien blade affected your hips, affected your power..."

"Get to the point."

"You dislocated your hips and your power may not work."

"WHAT THE F -"

"Well look who's awake and waking everyone up at 5am." said a voice, Tony.

"Hi Tony - ITS 5AM?" I asked.

"Yep." both Thor and Tony tell me at the same time.

"Come on Tony, don't you have some sort of robot thing that'll help me walk?" I asked him.

"Oh he told you, well, no." he tells me, "You're gonna be on a wheelchair for about...eh...lets say... 1 and a half weeks."

"Oh come on." I said, groaning.

-Time skip: 2 weeks later-

Loki's pov:

I lay on the floor, Stark didn't even bother to give me even a pitiful mattress, I stared onto the ceiling with a bored expression on my face.

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