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Junior wandered around after Astrid, his arms folded over his chest and the expression on his face unmoving. He was aware that this was coming and as a matter of fact had a lot invested in how they were all going to be perceived by the public. It called for a lot of sleepless nights, in the past and yet to come he was afraid. Deftly reaching over and plucking a cherry from the bowl he hitched himself onto the counter and took a bite from the juicy, red fruit, his fingers now stained a bright crimson as Astrid made her case for Loki, punctuated by the appearance of a television appearance by The Joker that Junior himself had orchestrated.

He wasn’t a fan of Loki’s, he could say that unequivocally. Anthony wasn’t a fan of unpredictability and preferred the straight forward and direct approach from the people he surrounded himself with. He didn’t exactly relish spending quality time hashing out battle strategy with the trickster god, he was even fairly sure that his mutation would be useless upon the asgardian which pretty much left Anthony defenseless. Sighing, he cast one wary glance towards Astrid and quickly winked before deciding to cast his vote so to speak.

“Benji’s right.” Anthony finally spoke, his big brown eyes drifting from face to face, his gaze finally coming to rest on the man in question himself. “We have to give him a chance to prove himself, it’s not like we were just handed the keys and told to go have a good time while we tried to save the world. We had to earn each other’s trust, so we have to give him the same opportunity. It’s only fair.” The eldest Stark child put his two cents in before shrugging his shoulders a bit as he reached over and stole another cherry from Astrid; he knew that no matter what he said Loki was here to stay. He might as well get use to it and showing his support for Astrid was an added bonus.

“Just let me know before you agree to any interviews. Better still; just don’t talk to anyone with a camera. It’s kind of my job to make sure we don’t come off like militant vigilantes riding on our daddies’ coattails.” Tony casually remarked to Loki with a friendly smile that seemed made for the camera. He was what you called a media liaison, he was the one in charge of the information released to the media and spent a majority of his time speaking to various news channels and newspaper reporters. He also used his mutation to get his point across to the more stubborn members of the media and government with decent results. Anthony was essentially the Minister of Propaganda for S.H.I.E.L.D. and it’d also be a role he’d take on once the reveal took place.


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Amanda rose from her seat and obediently followed along as the rest of the group filed into the kitchen after Astrid, keeping her thoughts about the subject to herself until she fully mulled over the pros and cons. Loki was clever, ambitious and from what she knew he didn’t care who or what he had to hurt to get what he wanted. Something which went against her very fiber of being, yet here she was being asked to trust him. To basically put her life, and the lives of her friends into the hands of a spiteful Norse god who had something to prove. If you asked Amanda it didn’t seem the wisest move but she was rarely asked her opinion on such matters and was use to carrying out orders whether she approved or not. That was until now that is.

Nervously she bit her lip as she watched the flickering screen and listened as Ben and Junior threw their opinions into the ring, Freedom vaguely wondered what Lina and Basil thought, or would say when they returned before her gaze settled onto the niece and nephew of the man in question. Loki was Johanna’s and Gunnar’s uncle and she couldn’t imagine what they thought about the whole matter but figured if anyone was going to be put on babysitting duty it’d probably be those two. There were only a few members of The Order who’d be able to put a stop to Loki if he turned on them and Freedom was fairly certain she wasn’t one of them.

“I wouldn’t say people love him. Infatuated, maybe like all those women who proposed to Ted Bundy, but love is a bit strong.” Amanda replied, her tone a bit more barbed than usual, as she quirked an eyebrow at Loki. Letting out a huge breath she sat up straight and shook her head slightly, her long brown hair curtaining around her shoulders.

“If you think we can trust him, Astrid, I believe you. It’ll just take time to get adjusted, but if he proves himself who are we to deny him, right?” Amanda nervously agreed as she began to absently pluck at the loose thread on her military style jacket.

“Oh, and I’m sorry for talking about you like you’re not here. That’s completely rude of me.” Freedom apologized quietly to Loki, realizing in her haste that even if she didn’t trust the man she didn’t have to act like she was raised in a barn. Amanda was nothing if not properly polite and completely genuine, yet even this event was testing her.