I hated that last chapter too much to mention. So I rewrote it. Personnally, I think it's better, but let me know what you think! :)
He bought ice cream. Because, who doesn't like ice cream? He felt bad, Tony had had no idea his Dad was dead, and he'd gone and blurted it out. But he couldn't understand why Tony had cried so much. From what he'd said, his Dad wasn't exactly the best role model, and he, Tony, hadn't really set a good example with his life either.
Loki's thoughts were ripped away as he heard a hammering on his eardrums. He closed is eyes and blinked down at Tony, who had ice cream covering his face.
"Mr Loki?" Loki sighed before replying.
"Yes?"
"Nothing." Tony said quickly, then he went back to his ice cream, licking it happily.
"Nothing? Spit it out, what do you want to say?" Loki asked, slightly bewildered by the kids sudden distaste in talking.
"Urm.. Thank you." Tony glanced at him for a second before going back to his ice cream, completely trying to avoid Loki's eyes. Loki smiled slightly.
Half an hour later
After another ice cream, a bottle of coke, a bag of skittles, and an apple (Loki felt bad for rotting the guys teeth, so he also bought him some chewing gum), they left the cafe in pursuit of Stark Tower.
"Are we going to Stark Tower?!" Tony asked happily, bouncing up and down as they cut round a corner and the building materialised from behind a skyscraper. He'd been quiet all through their massive snack time, but now, with the prospect of going somewhere new, he was about to pop with excitement.
Natasha and Clint walked briskly down the street. The knew how to blend in with the crowd, they were spies after all. Natasha had dropped of Pepper at the tower, Bruce had taken up skulking in the lab and Steve was trying to work out where everything had gone wrong.
"Where d'you suppose they are?" Clint asked, not troubling to keep his voice down. The people walking either side of him were making enough noise alone to drown it out as it was, without the soft rumbles of taxis and cars.
"I haven't the foggiest." Natasha replied, they turned into another street- this one where Stark Tower was clearly visible, they both stared at it. "Was Tony a cute seven-year old?" Natasha joked. Clint nodded.
"He looked just like Tony does now, only somehow innocent."
"An innocent Tony Stark? That'll be the day." Natasha laughed, and Clint joined her as they worked the way down the bustling street.
"Hey Natasha?" Clint said suddenly, nudging her gently with his elbow as they continued to walk. "Don't you think he looks just a little bit like someone we know?" He pointed at a man with his back turned against them walking down the street.
"Yeah.. It does a bit. You don't suppose..?" As the crowd parted, they were able to catch a thirty second glance at a boy, with messy brown hair.
"Shit.." Clint breathed, and the two assassins fought to make their way over, without being spotted by either Loki or Tony. They stood behind them, walking in tow with them and waiting for the perfect opportunity.
"We're nearly there now. C'mon." Loki said, as he watched Tony's feet started to fail.
"But I'm tired..." Tony whined, pouting slightly.
"You just had two ice creams, some skittles and some coke. You should be bouncing off the ceiling." Loki said exasperatedly. Natasha and Clint exchanged glances.
Clint reached over and tapped Loki on the shoulder, as he spun around, Natasha hastened to pick up a now screaming Tony.
"Hey! Let go of me!" Tony was kicking madly and trying to push himself away from Natasha.
"Let him go." Loki growled at the assassin, who scowled.
"Mr Loki! Help me!" Tony was screaming at the top of his lungs. Natasha cooed. How the hell was she suppose to calm him down?
"Shhh.. Sweetie, c'mon, Tony, you're safe now." Tony didn't want to hear it however, and promptly scrunched his tiny fist into a ball and punched Natasha in the nose. Blood trickling down her nose, Natasha turned to Clint and said:
"Well at least that's one time Tony's managed to punch me." Clint snorted as he proceeded to punch Loki in the shoulder, causing him to fall backwards. Tony was still screaming.
Clint grabbed Loki's arms and thrust them behind his back, before pulling out some cuff links. He had no idea if it'd work with the Demi-God, but it was worth a shot.
Tony was bawling now, still attempting be let loose of Natasha's grip, but was failing miserably.
Loki couldn't help but smile as a car pulled up. They'd obviously called someone, no doubt Shield.
The driver stepped out and it turned out to be Bruce.
"You okay Tony?" He said calmly, looking at the seven year old worriedly.
"No! Let me and Mr Loki go!" Tony kicked the part of the chair he could reach as Natasha attempted to buckle him in. Bruce looked slightly shocked. He mouthed 'the fuck?' At Natasha who shrugged.
Meanwhile, outside the car Clint was wrestling profusely with Loki, and a small circle of pedestrians had gathered, watching the two grown men grappling with each other.
" rouillé gonades" Loki seethed.
"Did you just call me rusty gonad?" Clint said, half laughing as he punched the God in the face.
Loki head butted him in the nose in retaliation, and slipped out of the poorly secured handcuffs. Duplicating himself, he kept Clint busy as he slipped around the other side of the car, opening the door, putting a finger over his mouth as Tony was about to shout with excitement to silence him, before unbuckling him and pulling him from the car. The two quickly disappeared, and materialised in Stark Tower.
Natasha, Clint, and Bruce swore loudly as they realised they'd been tricked by the trickster.
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