First Avengers Fic!
Broken Glass
Summary: Loki has come back, broken. Who can fix the god when he won't try to fix himself? FrostIron/CaptainFrost/IceThunder/ whatever ya'll want.
Warning: Torture, Loki's gay (face it, he is).
"Face it, Tony. You can't remake the Tesseract. Why would you want to anyway?" Bruce asked, sipping his rum and coke, watching the inventor work at his desk.
Tony sighed, not looking away from his work, "Can't you imagine what we could do with all of that reusable energy? It's too good of an offer to pass up. And what's with all of this negativity?"
Bruce smirked, silently watching the man fail over and over again. Tony almost had it, he knew it. If Thor hadn't taken the Tesseract with him after the Chitari attack, then he might have bee able to test the original and this would work…!
"Damn it, Bruce! Stop smirking and help me," Tony growled.
The other man rolled his eyes, obeying the order. Suddenly, sharp scream rang through the room and a blue blast blinded both of the men for a minute. When they regained sight, Tony saw his handiwork. The cube pulsated with blue energy.
"Hah! Who was right? I did it!" Stark cheered.
JARVIS, Tony's AI, spoke. "Sir, we seem to have a visitor."
Both of the men turned, seeing no one at the door. Then, Bruce looked at the ground. Lying on the ground was a small figure, curled up, blood on the ground, black hair on the head. The clothes were unusual: a white tunic splotched with red and that was it.
"Tony, I think your Tesseract brought an alien."
"No shit, Sherlock."
"What should we do?"
"You're the doctor, see if it needs—"
The body on the floor moved; arms came from under it, trying to hold itself up. The dark mop of hair covered its face, still withholding that information.
"Hello?" Bruce said, starting to approach it. "Are you okay…?"
The hair parted and both the men bent over to see the face. Instantly, both of them recognized the face. While Tony backed away, Bruce moved forward.
"Loki? What…" Bruce paused, noticing the fear in the god's eyes.
Bruce looked at the inventor, who was looking at the bloodied god with distaste. Stark knew only that this god, the one who was on his floor, had murdered multiple people for no real reason and that he deserved whatever had happened to him. But, a small sliver inside him cried, knowing torture when he saw it.
"Tony, he needs medical assistance. May I use your lab?" Bruce whispered.
He nodded and left the two alone. Bruce looked back at the god, who had been staring at the two since he appeared. The doctor attempted to get closer, but Loki began to breathe harder and tried to back away from him. Bruce was suddenly aware of all the wounds the god had endured.
"Loki, I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help you. Will you let me help you?" Dr. Banner asked, wishing that Tony hadn't left him alone with the scared god.
Loki shook his head no, tearing up. The god was too tense, blood was gushing out of the wounds heavily. Bruce bit his lip and all but herded Loki into a corner, thinking of no other way to get him to stay close to the doctor.
"Loki! Please, let me help," Bruce whispered.
Tears poured out of his eyes and he started gasping for air. Bruce's eyes widened in worry for the god.
"Loki, please. Breathe, Loki, I'm not going to hurt you. I don't know what happened, but you can trust me."
The god glanced at the man, fear, sadness, and tiredness. Bruce reiterated his message and Loki sighed. He looked away and nodded, to the man. Quickly, Bruce went to him and examined to stomach wounds first. They were deep but Bruce couldn't gauge how deep they were.
"Loki, can I pick you up so I can put you on the table?" Bruce whispered.
Again, the god nodded and he did so. After maybe forty-five minutes of examination and quick stitches on the worse spots, Loki fell asleep, worry and fear finally leaving face. Bruce took a second and studied to young gods face. Finally, he continued with his work throughout the night.