Frost clung to long eyelashes, snowflakes occasionally drifting down to chill his cheek even more. He sniffled a bit, his breath coming out in clouds. Tony Stark was definitely not in Malibu anymore.
Stranded out in the middle of a freezing forest out in the middle of nowhere, Tony was totally lost. His suit had crashed there while he was unconscious; he had no power left. This was all due to a battle he had with Loki back at his Malibu place. The Asgardian had a little temper tantrum and somehow Tony ended up knee-deep in snow.
He shuffled around for a while longer before coming to a clearing. Loki was leaning against a tree, clearly waiting for him. He didn't look bothered at all by the snow; in fact, his skin looked oddly faintly blue. It was weird, but really no concern of Tony's. The iron man was just clad in a thin short-sleeved shirt and jeans. He wished he brought a heavy sweater. The two regarded each other silently before Tony finally spoke up.
"What do you want from me? Why do you keep creeping on me, it's starting to get obsessive."
"I think you already know," Loki glared, the fake smile washing right off his face. "I need an army."
"And I'm not interested." Tony clenched his jaw.
"Then we have nothing left to discuss." Loki's hands started to glow an ominous green, a ball of light pulsing from his palms. Tony took that as a sign to start walking backwards as the energy coming from it seemed to grow. "You will die a heroes death, just like you seem so determined to. I can't have you live if you know about my initiatives. I'm sorry Stark."
Tony's eyes widened and he started running just as one orb of energy blasted past his neck. It had lightly singed his skin causing him to falter. He tried to hold the armor on his back so that it wouldn't weigh him down too much; JARVIS was in his helmet and could be his only way home. But it was really getting in his way, causing him to slip a few times. He blindly ran for his life.
Infinite Lokis seemed to pop right out from behind trees, most carrying small daggers, a few just taunting him. Tony felt so confused and disorientated, out of breath after a while. He got stabbed in the shoulder by the duplicates twice and was sporting another light slash against his side. Before long, he couldn't take it anymore, and he collapsed from exhaustion, weight, and pain. Ice cold water sloshed right in his face and resurfaced before he could drown. Somehow he had halfway fallen into a frozen pond.
He was going to die out there in the cold, his bones would be frozen. At least for that moment he was free from the assaulting villain; he wouldn't have long though. Tony threw the armor off to the side onto dry ground. He searched through it, trying to find something that would help him. JARVIS was still rebooting.
He paused when he spotted one of his gauntlets. It had only a little bit of charge left in it but it was good for defense. He cracked open the inside and shakily rearranged some things with a twig he found on the ground. When he was done, he jammed it up, and waited to fire the makeshift bomb he made. The precise moment where Tony lost all feeling in his arm was the moment the original Loki appeared from the shadows. He could tell by the green orbs, now covering his whole arms.
"It's over." came the curt voice of the Asgardian. Tony shook his head and shakily got back on his feet. The numbness was taking over, he was starting to feel dizzy.
"I've never seen that part trick before. Freshly learned?" he shot back, giving Loki most of his remaining snark.
When the villain opened his mouth to spit a reply, Tony took action. He set off the gauntlet, threw it right at him, and made a run for it. He heard the distinctive boom, a groan, a few thuds on the ground, but all that didn't stop him. He put all he could into getting distance between him and Loki. He needed a longer moment to get JARVIS up and running.
But then he felt something jump right onto his back, effectively knocking him over. His armor crashed into the snow, scattering across the bleak landscape. Tony's brown eyes darted around, trying to see what had attacked him. It was a wolf, about as tall as his waist. Before he could exactly what was happening, it attacked him, digging sharp claws through his thin shirt.
He tried to fight back, kicking and dodging most lunges the creature came at him with, but he was too weak. The wolf's white pelt was soon streaked with his blood and fangs poised at his throat. Just when he felt it was all over, that he just had the worst luck ever, the animal fell cold to the side, green smoke tinging it's flank. Tony's vision started to dim, everything blurring around him. He was numb, too numb, and far too injured.
For a split second he saw piercing green eyes that seemed to stare right into his soul. He wanted to say something - he couldn't recall what - but it was too late. The darkness took over his mind, stopping any further thought. It was over.
A/N: Just a little drabble. I should be working on How Cold Have You Become but I got writer's block! This should cure it and I assure you I'll update it on time. We're just getting started on that.
I might add one more chapter to this, I don't know. Whatever. Rate, review, laugh at it, whatever you see fit.