Hi! Just a tiny bit before you read – this story is going to be very Loki-centric, I only started it in Tony's view as a bit of a prologue. This story will be very audience related, in that at the end of each chapter I hope to pose a question, in which you can sort of choose the direction of the story, when things will happen etc. Depending on what the audience wants, it might gain pairings or not, you decide…
That's all I have to say, so please enjoy, sorry if I made any mistakes, and I definitely don't own anything!
His home was his sanctuary, a place in which he could simply be himself. No his home was not his house as a whole, but rather the comfortable nooks and crannies he found himself drawn to in times of need, or to simply get away from the rest of the world; his lab, his bedroom, the roof. Even Pepper knew not to infiltrate these areas, they were private and secluded, they weren't areas he allowed others into, not even to pass through. JARVIS was the only other intelligence that could find him in these areas, and even then he knew better than to bother Tony.
He came here tonight, to the roof, to wash away the memories from the past week, not through alcohol, but through the ability to simply sit, to sit and not have to think. That was what he wanted. It still is what he wants, but he cannot help thinking over and over the week's events. Thor had come home, and he had been more upset than any of them could remember seeing him previously. He was troubled; his brother's sentence had been completed on Asgard, and even though it seemed only a few months to the remainder of the avengers, he assured them many, many years had transpired on his home planet and that now that Loki was released he had travelled far away, location unknown to even the sharpest trackers and watchers. Thor feared, but whether it was for his brother or what his brother might do was a mystery. This new, of course, put all the avengers on edge, Tony wondered how hard it was for Thor to come back and tell them that they might again have to face his brother.
But that wasn't the only problem; a legion of new potentially super powered villains had made themselves known to S.H.I.E.L.D's scope. They hadn't done anything particularly evil, but their powers had caused their faces and names to be plastered across the newspapers and television stations across the globe. They weren't an issue in Tony's mind anyhow. His biggest issue was his need for sleep, something he had been neglecting over the past week, too busy running around making sure that if anything were to arise, specifically Loki related, they would be as bet prepared as they could.
Sleep.
Definitely something he needed.
Walking into avengers HQ the next morning, feeling more refreshed than he cared to admit, Tony found himself surrounded, again, by a lack of disaster. The quiet weeks had left them training against each other, and from the sounds he could hear reverberating through the halls, he assumed today would again be wasted away through hours of gruelling training which would leave him sore and hoping for a recluse in his workshop.
Or he could go there now; he doubted Banner would be participating in the fighting, so he would have company while he worked away at whatever Fury had decided was worth occupying his time.
Decisions, Decisions…
Alright, so that's the prologue, hope you're interested.
One more thing before you go; should Tony go to Training or to the Workshop? You decide, leave your thoughts in a review or something
Till next time…