Summary: Loki's son turns up on earth and the Avengers decide to keep him in Stark Tower without notifying Fury.
Chapter one
Tony's pov
"Sir you have S.H.E.I.L.D on the line Mr. Fury is quite upset." Damn just when I thought I was going to get a break. It's been a year since Loki attacked New York and a few months since the madrian problem these people just don't know when to stop.
"Okay Jarvis," I say setting down my laser cutter, I was in the middle of making some new armor. I've been rebuilding since I blew all mine up, it helps with my panic attacks so Pepper told me to make them again even if I don't use them which is fine with me.
"What's up mate?" I ask.
"Don't start with me Stark I don't have the time we just had someone or something come through a portal into Central Park. We're calling everyone in so get your ass out there I don't want to hear any back talk either."
"Aye aye captain."
"Stark," he growled,and went to say something but I hung up before he could. Man Fury's not happy, well better get out there. Looks like I'm using one of my new suits anyways.
Once I get there everything is under control Birdy and Widow got the perimeter and everything set up I don't even see why they needed me. I go over to where Banner and spangles are standing over a body of what looks like a sixteen year old, what the hell? "So um guys what the hell's going on why does it look why this kid went a few rounds with the hulk?" I ask looking at Banner with a raised eyebrow.
"We don't know this is how we found him." Banner tells me. Holding up his hands with an I-didn't-do-shit-this-time look in his face.
"Okay so where the hell is the guy who came through the portal?" I ask no one in particular.
"Um you're looking at him," Spangles replies not looking up from the kid.
The kid looked like shit too, he had scratches and bruises all over him not to mention what looked like some broken bones. He didn't have a shirt and you could count his ribs his skin was so tight over his bones. His black hair is to his shoulders and is tangled and raged. Banner and Grandpa turn him over on his back and we all gasp it looked like he had whip marks all over his back there was hardly any skin left.
"Who the hell would do this kind of thing to a kid?" I exclaim when I remember how to talk. I look over at Banner and notice he looks little green.
"Hey Banner you okay?" Natasha asks coming over to check out what was taking so long then she sees the kid and stops. "Agent Barton!" She yells.
Hawkeye comes running over then stops when he sees why she called him over. "What the FUCK!" He screams at the top of his lungs making shield agents look over at us.
"Hurry get some medics." Natasha starts commanding us giving us things to do to help him. Soon he is wrapped up in bandages and is in the Stark hospital wing. We deemed it to be the safest place for him till he wakes up and we figure out more about him.
Loki's son pov
I can feel my head pounding and I ach all over at first I just lay there then I can hear voices. "Look I think he's waking up," I hear a women say.
"Finally," that one was a man's voice.
I open my eyes to see two faces peering at me. I flinch away and they both back up so they're not in my face.
"Oh are you okay, do you hurt, do you need some morphine... Wait you probably don't know what that is..." The woman rambles. She had short red hair and was wearing tight black clothing the man with her was wearing similar clothing but had short brown hair.
"Who are you?" Is what I try to say but it comes out as "wmmm err um?" They look at each other." I'll go get Banner." The women says. Then she gets up and leaves me with the other guy, which I'm not too happy with I'd rather stay with her the guy looks pretty pissy if you ask me.
After a few minutes the women gets back with the one she called Banner. "So how are you feeling?" Banner asks.
I clear my throat and try to talk again "like shit," I tell him. After that he asked me some more questions like where exactly I hurt, stuff like that he gave me some medication and changed my bandages. When he was done he left me with the two people who were in the room when I woke up.
"So... Let's start simple what's your name?" The women asked.
"What's your name?" I countered not sure I could trust them.
"Natasha and the guy next to me is Clint, now will you answer my question?" Natasha tells me.
Okay so now at least I know their names. "Sure, my name is James."
"Okay James where did you come from?"
"Asgard," I can feel the tears behind my eyes then they spill over after that my shoulders are shaking and I can't stop crying.
"Shhh its okay everything's going be okay," Natasha says while trying to calm me down. "Can you calm down enough to tell me why you are here?" She asks not trying to push me too much.
"I was sent here because they wanted to take me away from my dad."
"Who's your dad?" She asked quietly.
"Loki." I say worried by her expression.
"James why are you so injured?" she asks me after a moment's silence.
"I was tortured by the guards, they were making sure I didn't know about my dad's plans or if he had anymore or even if I had helped him." When I finish we sit there in silence till another women busts into the room,"Okay you two out he needs to rest and he needs to eat something." she says and ushers them out of the room she has a tray in her hands with some food on it. She comes and sits down next to me and puts the tray down on my lap.
"Thank you and may I ask your name?"
"Call me Pepper," she replies smiling at me "now you need to eat." She tells me before getting up and leaving me alone.
Natasha's pov
We were at the meeting room in STARK Tower and I had just got done telling them all of what James told me.
"Wow I'm mean that sounds crazy why would they torture a kid?" Tony speaks up after a few minutes of silence.
The room falls back into a stunned silence no one having an answer to his question then, "What are we going to do?" I ask.
"Well he's welcome to stay here as long as he acts right and doesn't cause a lot of major trouble, or tries throwing me out a window like his dad." Tony says with a bit of humor. No one can think of anything better. So we decide that we were done with our meeting and that we'd just see what happens and how things go.