A/N: I know I've been a horribly author for not updating anything! Please forgive me as I grovel at your feet and beg for forgiveness Anyways. I know this might seem kind of crackish, and it probably is, but I just couldn't resist after I finished playing Skyrim today! So enjoy my lovelies! And BTW, this is my first multi-chap fic. Yay!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Avengers characters or anything Skyrim related. Basically, I own nothing.

Also un-beta'd. Any mistakes are purely my own since I edited it.

It had been weeks since he had last seen Tony. Bruce paced back and forth in his old home, Jorrvaskr, running a hand through his already wild and tousled hair. About three weeks ago, Tony had been sent by the Companions to retrieve some plans from a Silver Hand hide out. Natasha had been hoping to use them to track and kill the top leaders of the Sliver Hand to avenge the recent death of their long-time shield-brother Phil Coulson. What was worse was that Tony had just become part of the Circle, and was only just starting to adjust to his new beast form. Those good for nothing Silver Hand had probably tortured him endlessly and are just waiting for the rest of the Companions to come and get him. Bruce shuddered at the thought of those filthy werewolf hunters torturing his Tony and using him as bait. And even though Bruce knew that it was a trap, he was still hell-bent on going to that camp and getting Tony back, no matter the cost.

Bruce couldn't help but think that this whole situation could have been avoided if Clint, Natasha, and Phil hadn't done that damn blood ritual! For the Nine's sake, he, the Harbinger, didn't even want his beast form! Him and the Twins, Steve and Thor, had been looking for a cure for the longest time. They want to go to Sovngarde and rejoice with the ancient Nord heroes of old, not be trapped eternally in Hircine's hunting grounds. When Tony came around, Bruce and the Twins thought he might be the one to help him find the cure. He was a genius, and he seemed to have the right character and all the potential to be a great Companion. Slowly, throughout the weeks, Bruce started to get close to Tony, and eventually they fell in love. They had gotten married and everything and then one night Tony said he was going to spend time with his shield-siblings and who was Bruce to stop him. He had been tired though and didn't join his beloved. Though what he didn't know was that night, Tony would have the hated beast blood running through his veins. Bruce was furious when Tony came home and informed him that Phil had died during their raid of a Silver Hand camp to celebrate Tony's transformation. How dare they do something like that under his nose! He knew the three embraced their beast blood, but they also knew it would upset Bruce if Tony turned and yet they did it anyways. Plus, it also got one of their own killed!

That same day, Natasha, who had just recently returned from mourning with Clint at the site of Phil's death, retrieved Tony saying she needed to talk to him. Bruce wasn't going to stop him since he knew Natasha was having a hard time with Phil's death. He knew Clint would be worse since it was his mate. He assumed that Tony would just talk to them for a while, and was surprised when just an hour later, Tony came back claiming he was going to Riverwood to retrieve some of Phil's stuff for Clint. Bruce thought it wasn't that dangerous and let Tony go out on his own without him tagging along like normal. When Tony had not returned the next morning, Bruce started to worry. Bruce tried to calm down and think rationally. Usually if Tony was not going to return for a night or two, he would send a courier to give Bruce a note saying where he was going and how long he would be gone. When a courier didn't show up at their house that day, Bruce started to worry a lot. Now in Skyrim, it wasn't uncommon for an adventurer like Tony to be gone for a while. Their adventures took them all over the vast lands, and they would usually be gone for weeks, usually with no way to contact their loved ones. But Tony was no normal adventurer. No matter what the circumstance, Tony found a way to assure that Bruce knew he was safe. The fact that he had heard nothing of Tony for a day now got him worked up. He could feel the beast stir underneath, and he started doing deep breathing exercises to help him calm down. The next day of Tony being MIA, Natasha informed him that she had actually sent Tony to a Sliver Hand camp near Riverwood to steal some of their plans and that she was worried that it was taking so long. Bruce was beyond furious with her and had to leave the room she was in to keep the beast calm as it stirred. This information had added a new level of fear to his worrying, but he tried to keep it at bay and tried to keep in mind that operations like the one Tony was doing could take a day or two to complete. He would wait it out for a day or two to see if Tony would come back, and if he hadn't returned, then he would start panicking.

Well days had turned into weeks and Bruce had been going crazier and crazier by the second. He had hardly eaten anything, and the new whelps who were supposed to have training from him were floundering about Jorrvaskr while Bruce just paced back and forth in his old room/study trying to decide what to do. "Whoa there Brucey. Calm down. I'm sure Stark is out at some old Dwemer city that he found on the way back here and just had to explore because he saw something shiny in there." Clint stated, trying to soothe Bruce's worries. "I highly doubt that! If he saw a Dwemer ruin on his way back, he would have marked it on his map and been back home so he could drag me out there with him! No, instead he is probably caged in some horrendous Silver Hand camp somewhere as revenge on the Companions for YOUR attack on one of their camps!" Bruce was all but shaking with rage and fear at the end of his tirade. He took a deep breath and tried talking again. "Now that that is out of the way, have you heard anything?" Clint sighed, his face gaining color back quickly after paling when Bruce yelled at him. "Nothing yet. Our scouts have been searching the know Silver Hand camps, but nothing has turned up so far. But there are plenty of unknown camps that have yet to be discovered. Though like I said, he probably just…" Clint stopped when Bruce gave him a glare that said he wouldn't believe his theory no matter what. "Okay. Never mind then. Anyways, I'm sure he is fine. Stark is strong and he's sure to give anyone that tries to hurt him hell." Bruce just sighed and collapsed in his chair exhausted. He knew Tony could take care of himself, but if he had been in his wolf form when he was possibly captured, those bastards had most likely locked him up. And there wasn't much he could do if he was locked up. Sure he could pick the lock, but that would do no good if they had kept him weak. Tony would be torn apart before he ever escaped.

Bruce was just trying to stop himself from imagining the torture his love was possibly going through when Natasha ran down the hall with a look of pure rage on her face. "The bastards had the gall to send a note to us." She hissed the words and Bruce felt only a bit of remorse for the next person who pissed her off. "Let me see it." Bruce hurriedly grabbed the note form Natasha and read it out loud. It read:

"Dear Companions,

I have your little puppy here. He is being such a perfect pet. But he would look so much better as a door decoration. If you want your little pup back, you'd better hurry. Come to Faldar's Tooth if you think you can save him. It won't be long before it's time to redecorate. We'll be waiting.

Sincerely,

Loki."

Bruce, Clint, and Natasha all had terrifying looks of rage on their faces. Bruce was shaking with rage. How dare they! They were going to pay for this! "This Loki character has got a lot of nerve to kidnap my husband and then provoke us by sending a ransom letter of all things! We leave tomorrow morning for Faldar's Tooth! Get the entire Circle ready to leave and fight. We will get Tony back!" Bruce started to head back to his house to gather his equipment when Natasha stopped him. "Bruce" she said gently, well as gently as Natasha could be. "This is clearly a trap. I know you want to save Tony, we all do, but do you really think this is a good idea? We need a plan. We just lost Phil; we don't want to lose anyone else. Clint is still torn up over Phil, and barging into this camp raises the possibility of more deaths occurring higher." Bruce just closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as to not yell at Natasha about her hypocrisy. "Obviously that didn't stop you four from attacking that camp three weeks ago. Or for sending Tony to get plans from a Silver Hand camp by himself after you pissed off the Silver Hand." Natasha glared at him and hissed, "That was different. It was a smaller camp. Faldar's Tooth is a huge fortress in the middle of the most crime riddled hold. It's a suicide mission!" By the end, Natasha had reached a shouting whisper. Her face was stone-cold and Bruce knew he had pissed her off. Though she deserved it; she and Clint had acted foolishly and on their own emotions. Bruce spoke a bit louder to acknowledge both of them "Now you two go get the others ready because we are leaving tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn no matter what. We are going to rescue Tony whether it is an obvious trap or not. This is your chance to fix you mistake, don't mess it up."

Bruce left the two with those words to ponder on, all the while mentally sending Tony a message. Hang in there Tony. We are coming to get you. Don't let those bastards break you.

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