I've been standing here my whole life Everything I've seen twice now it's time I realized
It was times like this that Tony wished he could fly unprotected. To feel the cold air on his skin. So it could dry his tears. Tony flew his ironman suit towards the island. This is where he had traced Loki's magic to.
Tears trickled down his face as he flew closer and closer. How could Loki just leave like that? It had been a month, that was time enough in Tony's mind. For a whole month he had wandered. He paced waiting for the god to return. He jumped at any sound. He work day and night without sleep on the tracer. All the pent up frustration and sadness was making its way to the surface. Why had the man come back after that night? Why had he healed Stark? It he was that important why wouldn't Loki admit it? The questions buzzed around his head, questions he had been avoiding for a month. They wouldn't leave him alone now that he was so close. So close to seeing the god again.
