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Hey! Hope that all are well. I came up with some one-shots that are a part of the "Hermione Meets Marvel" universe, but I couldn't see being developed far beyond just being a chapter long. Enjoy!

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Loki

He didn't know what called his attention to her. It wasn't as if she were outstandingly beautiful. Pretty, perhaps, but with that frizzy hair? She was nowhere near beautiful. Then it hit him. Chaos was breaking out all around her and yet there she was sitting in a small coffee shop sipping on her coffee, all the while she was reading as if nothing were happening.

Slipping into the little shop, he went over and attempted to order a coffee.

"They left," she told him, her melodious English accented voice soothed him unlike any other one he had ever heard. "One robot they could deal with, but mention that there's an army of them headed by a megalomaniac with a metal face and they just run for the hills." She frowned. "Are there hills in New York?"

He grinned slowly to this. "I wouldn't know. I'm not a local."

She looked over to him. "Well, I'll be. You are quite the last person I would imagine would have been here, Mr. Odinson."

He blinked at her in shock. "That's Laufeyson," he corrected her.

"Oh I'm sorry," she said casually. "No insult intended. I'm lucky to remember the first."

"You're a horrid liar," he drawled.

She grinned to that. "Yes, I hear its part of my charm. I have no notion how the inability to lie is charming, but there is no accounting for taste."

"You are an odd one," he said, walking towards her.

She was clearly untouched by what he had to say about her and was about to put her in her place when a motorcycle came crashing through the plate glass window, running him down, and came to a stop in front of her.

"You're late, Deadpool," she told him, as she went over to where he was idling.

"Sorry about that," he told her. "Ran into some robots."

She yanked a dismembered robotic arm off of the bike and threw it at Loki, hitting him back onto the ground with it. "So I see. Are we still going to karaoke?"

"Can't. The bar was just taken out. Want to find a tower to fiddle on its rooftop while we watch New York burn?"

"That's so 64 A.D. of you," she drawled even as he was handing her a helmet.

"It's an oldie but goodie for a reason, Sweet Cheeks," he told her.

"I'm hungry," she told him. "Trashed food trucks will be paid by the insurance people. Let's see if there's a Mexican food truck we can loot."

"I love the way you think! Chimichangas, we're coming to save you!" he exclaimed and they took off back through the now shell of a window that the man had arrived through in the first place.

Loki got up slowly, rubbing the place on his chest the metal arm had landed and where the bike had run him over thinking perhaps it was for the best he hadn't gotten to know the lady better.

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What did you think? Cookies go out to the people who can name who and what Deadpool and Hermione were referencing in regard to "64 A.D."! Hint: think Rome! Thanks for reading and I hope that you all are having a cooler weekend than I am.