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Things are speeding along now after a minor roadblock and an avengers t-shirt to the rescue.

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Italics minus the first little sentence are an insight into Tony's mind remember it's not supposed to be how they actually are Loki is behind this and is trying to make his suffering realistic. The lines separate his mind and reality. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter Two

"Out dammed spot," Lady Macbeth cried but the spots never come out and they drive you mad. As much as you try to forget what you did the memories never truly leave you until you atone for your sins.

Pepper rolled over to wake up Tony glad he was safe and next her, she didn't know where she would be without him.

"Tony it's time to wake up there are press conferences to attend and we have to work on your statement."

"Tony!" He wasn't waking, she checked for a pulse it was there but slow. She called Bruce immediately he was the only doctor in the proximity.

"Bruce help it's Tony he's not responding."

What happened next was a blur. They lost him once for several minutes when his reactor shorted for a moment.

"He's stable for now currently there is no reason he should be like this he was fine when the medic checked him right after the battle. We can now only wait for him to wake up."

It has been a week since tony went in to comatose for an unknown reason all of his vitals were normal and had only improved since his cardiac arrest. His brain function was another matter altogether it was rapid as compared to a normal comatose patient. The only thing that seemed to be wrong was his body in general and the doctors believed that it was still in shock from being on the brink of death that it didn't register its return to normal causing the coma. He never looked so weak and defenseless he was trapped within his mind, a mind that was cracked from years of hidden emotions. They all took turns watching him until they were forced to rest. At first they would talk to him tell him what was going on but it seemed the closer they got to him the more his vitals sped up. After a near death experience when Steve was talking about the battle they all decided that the best way for him to return to consciousness was to monitor him from the chair in the far corner of his room. His room began to look like a flower shop if he was awake to see it he probably flip and order there removal immediately. As the days turned into weeks and slowly ticking into a month of comatose without a sign of physical life things began to change.

He had a dream though and it was odd since he hadn't dreamed in years and though the function didn't work anymore. He dreamt of his father when he was ten. It was the first time he tried to build an artificial intelligence. It was evidently not his best but for his first time he got it to do simple voice commands. The reaction he got from his father was anything but a sense of pride. He remembered that as soon as he showed him his father took it in his hand and crumpled it like it was made of plastic and said it was pathetic. After that he never showed his father anything but had the drive to prove him wrong. He just wanted his father to notice him and that he could be good at technology but his father never gave him the time of day. He next awoke to the sounds of people entering the foyer from the funeral. God, he couldn't believe what he'd done how could be so selfish. Well he was Tony Stark a man whose universe revolved around him. He thought he had changed for the better he finally as much as he'd hate to say it had friends besides Pepper and Rhodey. He quietly went downstairs to his lab to get what he needed unfortunately Bruce was already there coupled with Barton who was determining the trajectory of a new arrow head.

"What are you doing here haven't you caused enough damage you're not wanted here?"

"In case you haven't noticed this is my lab in my house and I was getting things I needed." He retorted trying to play it cool to not let them see his emotions.

"Hurry up and leave if you hadn't noticed that we're trying to improve what's left of the team," Banner said seething with disdain

Keeping a calm front he moved swiftly from the lab with what he needed. On his way back he caught glances of the others in the house who all gave him in return an angered look. He finally reached his room and after a few minutes of rummaging came across bags and began to fill them with any kind of items he thought he would need wherever he was going. He talked to Jarvis and had him upload himself into a tablet so that he had all the access he needed wherever he ended up. He was the disappointment his father told him he was he was just realizing how much so. He should have never agreed to join the Avengers he doesn't play well with others unless he can pay them. He was meant to be alone.

"Good I can see that you're leaving I guess you've finally noticed you are not wanted here." Barton remarked as he was half way through the door.

The just needed time he thought and maybe they would forgive him. Just a little time but it was his entire fault he deserved it in a way things were good and for him it would only be a matter of time before his luck would change. In his haste to leave he didn't watch where he was going and stumbled in front of a truck barreling downing the side street above speed limit. His world faded abruptly into a darkness that he was very thankful for.

He finally started showing movement an occasional twitch to start. It wasn't movement he was used to showing though it was emotions. He began to cry once his tears trailed down his cheeks it was hardly noticeable since he didn't make a sound. From there he began to mumble incoherent phrases of apology. "I'm sorry" over and over again for a mistake they never saw him make. It was agonizing to watch him suffer and not be able to help him as much as the others hated to admit they had missed him it wasn't the same. They didn't have someone to babysit because they forgot to eat or they were so busy on a new project that they never came out of the lab and had to. Even Fury showed up once to see how he was but left quickly as he had a National Security Council to deal with. The doctors said this movement was good for comatose patients since many of them never show any signs of getting better. People began sitting with him again as there were no horrific side effects. Occasionally they would talk to him but mostly would just sit in his presence. Thor would tell him stories on how foolish some of the misgardian rituals; he didn't understand the concept of placing clothing in a square metal box to get clean it was of the utmost concern. Pepper was often pulled from the room because of work but she had to admit she liked it she couldn't bear to look at him for too long and him not talk to her and she couldn't remind him to do things.

The visits became fewer and more time between each one as he was moved into a floor of Stark Tower that was converted into a hospital. The Avengers had work to do just because one was out of commission. The activity stopped for a period and doctors never gave a favorable response to since any decrease in activity meant he was closer to death. Eventually it came to a decision of whether or not to take him off of life support even though he had brain activity the doctors didn't have a favorable outlook. Pepper was firmly against it but there was a part of her that didn't want him suffer any longer she gave him one more week and from then the machines would have to be turned off. She hated to do this but she hoped Tony would be the too stubborn man and not give up.

Sleep? It was a rare occurrence from Tony he never succumbed to the nature as he was hyped on caffeine and his mind went a million miles a minute on a slow day. His mind was foggy and it had felt like he had been out for a long time which had struck a nerve. How long had he been out and why the last thing he remembered was leaving the mansion as fast as possible. The truck! That's what it, was how could he have been so stupid, how didn't the truck kill or was he too stubborn to die. The memories of that day came like a tsunami wave Steve was dead, it was his fault, and the group wanted him gone. There were definitely people around him he could hear them there were discussing whether or not he should be taken off life support. Pepper said within a week and he would be. She said yes, he couldn't believe it well he did but he hoped that she still didn't hate him over Steve's death but he guessed it was appropriate for him to die from the pain he caused. He wished Steve would have just let him drop to ground and die. His eyes were stuck together from not being used and he tried to say he was alive but his voice was hoarse from disuse that it was dry and came out a whisper that went unheard. He needed to show them he was alive and at the very least he needed to be able to get out. He drifted off into uneasy sleep thinking about ways to escape or tell them he was alive.

The group was discussing what would happen if the odds weren't in his favor and he didn't wake up. It was unfortunate that they had to think this way but they had to be realistic. It didn't seem likely that he would come back to them and be his normal sarcastic genius self. They decided that they should say their goodbyes but hope for the best. It would be hard but they wouldn't have to go through it alone. Steve volunteered to go first.

Next Time:

There was a voice talking above him he couldn't place it first it. It was Steve it was at that moment he gained the courage on wobbly legs to run.

Meanwhile on Asgard there was a certain go of mischief that was up for parole.

Suspense,

Do let me know if a continuation is in order and that you like it although I have a good ending the first two chapters are just to introduce you into what's happened to him from Loki's scepter. This was a spur of the moment idea that I had to jot down. Please let me know if you like it. It's going to get cooler trust me. It will never be sexually graphic as I'm not a romance novelist. Thank you to reviewers and alerters. You can p. m. anytime. I'm looking for a beta if anyone's interested. Also the characters aren't supposed to seem like their normal selves since its Loki who is doing this and has the liberty to do what he wants. In the preview it's back to the normal characters of the avengers. I hope you liked it.

Ciao,

Chloe

P.S. I try to write really long chapters but there's this Loki figment of my imagination telling me that there should always be a cliff hanger.

The next update will be in a day or two.