Tucker looks like the actor "Stephen Amell" from Arrow.

So yeah, he's pretty hot and it's thanks to reviewer "Picu" for pointing it out. He's exactly how I imagined him to be, but a bit rougher and darker. xD


Chapter 29 - Suffer no More

"Get me a blood sample."

"Her heart will give out if we don't do something!"

"It's not stabilizing!"

"We have to slow her heart down before she crashes!"

Natasha's heart monitor beeped wildly as confused doctors rounded the gurney, blocking Thor, Bruce, Fury, Hill and Erik's view. The monitor continued to beep wildly as Natasha remained still on the bed, her heart spiking horribly as the doctors tried to figure out what was going on.

"What is happening to her?" Thor asked, worriedly.

"Her heart's spiking." Erik frowned. "Must be a reaction to the drug we gave her."

"Hopefully a reaction to something good," Bruce breathed.

"We have to tell Barton about this." Hill said.

"No." Fury refused.

"Why?" She asked. "This is important."

"He has a job to do, Hill. You can't distract him with this."

"He has to know."

"After." He sighed. "Do it after."

"But—"

"If she doesn't make it and you tell Barton," Fury eyed Thor in the corner of his eye. "Loki won't make it. But if no one speaks about it until after…"

"Loki will live." Thor concluded.

Fury nodded.

"He'll be angry with you." Hill grimaced.

"He'll try." Fury frowned.

There was some shouting happening inside, and with the doctors blocking their view, they weren't sure what was happening exactly. Minutes, so many minutes had passed and they knew nothing and couldn't predict anything. Suddenly, one of the doctors roughly backed away while the looks on the other doctors' faces were priceless. There was a sudden silence in the room, as if no one was breathing.

The beeping lessened.

Until it came to a full stop.

"She's— oh god." Hill covered her mouth.

"Natasha," Fury sighed.

"That's impossible." Bruce bit his lips. "That's just… I can't—"

"Valhalla above—" Thor muttered.

They wasted no time entering the infirmary in a panic as they ushered the doctors away from her. They crowded Natasha as if life itself was ripped from them. They had to make sure it was real, that she was real, because spending time in this world just brought more misery than blessing.


oOo

"Jarvis, where is he?" Tony rumbled.

"Right in front of you, Sir."

All of a sudden, there was a scream as the Other walked on stage in the middle of the presentation. Nobody in the crowd suspected a thing and figured it was all part of the show. They all cheered, boo'ed and crowded in glee as the Other grinned. The producers and other people on set were just as confused as they try to bring the guy down. One of the crew was pushed off the stage as the Other took the spotlight.

"What's he fucking doing?" Tony cursed.

"Mortals!" He shouted, his voice echoing. "Tell me, where is your god?"

The crowd was silent.

"No answer?" He laughed. "My Lord Thanos would love your worship of him. I can see it all in your eyes, there is chaos in every one of you."

"Remind me again why you're here?" Tony took a step forward.

The crowd cheered.

"IRON MAN! IRON MAN!" They chanted. "IRON MAN! IRON MAN!"

"Is this part of the introduction?" Rob sat back and watched.

"I don't know." Evans shrugged.

"If it tops Tom's performance, who cares?" Jeremiah relaxed. "Costume's pretty cool."

"Let's just watch." Sharlotte smiled. "Maybe it was a surprise."

"I do like surprises." Rob grinned.

"Still persistent, are we, Mr. Stark?" The Other extended his arms. "Tell me, why you are not running to the Trickster?"

"Yeah, not my job." Tony smirked from under the mask and raised his arms.

"You would not want to injure these mortals, do you?"

The crowd 'OOhh'd' as Tony lowered the repulsors.

"You will fall, you know that, right?"

"How so?"

"Teamwork."

All of a sudden, the door blasted open and the people gave way to the motorcycle that entered Hall H. Everyone screamed in excitement as Captain America sat there with his Shield on his back. He parked the bike in the corner and got off, walking confidently in the middle.

"Nice timing, Cap." Tony nodded.

"Thanks." Steve breathed. "Would have been here sooner if I knew where I was going."

"You're dripping wet."

"Yeah?"

"You wanna dry up?"

"No time."

"Where's Barton?" Tony asked.

"Last I heard he's already headed to Loki." Steve grimaced.

"Good."

"STEVE! STEVE! STEVE!" The crowd cheered and a few people shouted. "CAPTAIN!" and "You're awesome!" and almost half the audience asked, "WHERE'S BUCKY?"

"Nice entrance." Rob whistled as Joss strode over to him. "What is it?"

"Wow," Elizabeth smiled. "They're really taking this seriously."

"No kidding." Jeremiah chuckled.

"Too bad Chris is missing this." Russo mumbled. "When is he getting here?"

"A few minutes," Evans said. "Maybe he'll catch up."

"He's Thor," Sharlotte smirked. "He'll find a way out of the storm, eventually."

"Ugh, guys," Rob said as Joss walked away from him. "Big guy says this isn't part of the Comic Con."

"What does he mean?" Russo wondered.

Everyone gave way to the middle, pulling their seats to the side and letting Tony and Steve take the floor. The Other hopped off the stage and walked confidently to the middle, eying the two of them with a sadistic grin on his face. They had this planned out, so what could go wrong?

"Am I supposed to cower in fear?"

"You might as well," Steve said. "You're not getting away with this stunt you pulled."

"We know what you're doing." Tony voiced.

"If you do, why bother to stop me?"

"Because you'll fail," Steve readied his shield in front of him.

"Your plan was to distract us," Tony smirked. "Guess what? We're keeping you distracted."

The Other realized this mistake.

Tucker.

They were after Tucker.

They had them fooled into thinking they were going to get away with it. The Other hissed and ran to attack, he managed to swipe at Tony, who dodged it quickly, unable to use his repulsors to attack back in fear of endangering innocent civilians.

He was forced with hand to hand combat.

"Jarvis, where is he?"

"Motion sensors are being tapped, Sir." Jarvis voiced. "I cannot locate him."

"Stark!" Steve shouted. "On your left!"

Tony immediately realized what Steve implied and swiped left. The Other was caught off guard and was slammed right on the face, sending him to a nearby chair. The crowd wooed widely as the Other got back on his feet and staggered, not backing away from the battle.

"Nice call, Cap." Tony grinned.

"No problem." Steve smiled.

"By the time we finish, the Prince will no longer be whole." The Other licked his lips.

"Shut up, won't you."

Tony picked him up and punched him. The Other was quick, and albeit stronger than the humans of course, even though he was weaker than most, he still topped mortals any time. He grabbed Tony's wrist and squeezed, bending the metal slowly.

"Cap!"

"On it!"

Steve ran forward and rolled on the floor before throwing his shield at the Other.

It hit.

The crowd cheered.

"Let's give these people real entertainment," Tony smirked. "You ready, Cap?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

"Jarvis— do the honors will you?"

"With pleasure, Sir."

Suddenly, one of the speakers began to play his song and the crowd was even more thrilled with the sudden addition of his background music.

Shoot to thrill and I'm ready to kill…

ACDC….

Oh… Tony likes.


oOo

Tucker believed he was in one of his fantasies when Loki instigated the kiss. He had forgotten everything, and especially when Loki bit his shoulder enough to draw blood. Oh and there was blood, and Loki had licked clean of his own lips. The thought made Tucker swell with pride and content. It made him feel more alive than he did so before. It had been so long since he got a taste of what a rare find was, and here he was basking in all its glory.

"That's it…" He mouthed. "Like that."

"Stupid Mortal." Loki thought.

He pulled Loki into another bruising kiss, helping Loki clean off the blood from his mouth. Tucker moaned into his mouth, while Loki was trying to push him away, already feeling uncomfortable with the advances.

Tucker eyed him.

Loki looked completely wasted.

His hair was curly and messy while his shirt was wrinkled and raised up a little, exposing skin. His leg, god, Loki's leg was still bleeding and he had lost so much blood. He wasn't sure why he was even alive with so much blood pooling on the floor. Death, it almost spelled out for him. A blood bath, Loki wanted to call it.

"Do it again," Tucker ordered.

Loki wasn't going to let it end just like that.

He was no play thing.

Not a toy.

And he wasn't anyone's whore.

He belonged to no one but himself.

Loki pushed away and placed both hands on Tucker's shoulder and smirked wantonly.

"What, already finished?" Tucker smiled.

"Oh, not quite." Loki said bringing a finger to Tucker's lips. "I'm not quite done with you."

Tucker's eyes widened.

"How the fuck did you—?"

Almost immediately, Loki struck the small but sharp metal handle to Tucker's neck and stabbed it deep into his flesh, causing Tucker to scream loudly in pain. Loki was shoved off Tucker, who pushed himself up to stand and yank off the sharp metal from his skin.

"Ahh— shit!"


oOo

Clint roared the motorcycle through the streets and dodged as many cars and raced through the red light. He had a duffel bag wrapped around him as he made a sharp curve. He almost drove past a guy walking on the street, but Clint could care less if he did. He was racing time. If he wasn't, then everything they did would be for nothing and he wasn't about to let that happen.

"Please don't kill my partner." He thought. "She's all I ever had and come to understand."

Damn.

There was Natasha in his mind.

And then…

There was Loki.

He hoped he wasn't too late.

The sky was dark and the rain drenched him completely. He was just glad that the duffel bag had the cure, some clothes and his weapons inside of it. Tony told Clint where exactly their room was, and Clint really hoped that by the time he got there, Loki was still alive.

Suddenly, Clint heard static in the comm in his ear.

"Give me four minutes!" He shouted. "I'm almost there!"

"H— ha

"I'm already breaking the speed limit!"

"Cl—nt?"

"What do you want?"

"Hwk—"

"You're breaking up." Clint said as he avoided a car. "I can't hear you."

"Hawke— int—"

"There's interference on your line. Who is this?"

The line went dead.

They were probably fixing it on the other end, but despite the static, he knew he had heard that voice somewhere. Clint adjusted the duffel bag behind him and made a quick right turn to, nearly losing his grip on the handle. It wasn't because of the rain, hell no! He was shaking, not because he was cold. He was shaking because he was nervous and afraid.

He knew part of the job was risking their lives.

Even though he had prepared himself for it numerous times and yes he was ready to die, but he still wasn't prepared for someone else to die on his watch. Especially not someone he had spent time with and actually trusted.

It was so bitter sweet, he could almost taste it.

Static.

Time to find out.

"The comms open." He said, voice shaking. "What do you want?"

"Clint, it's me."

"Me?"

"It's me."

"Natasha?" Clint almost hit a lamp post. "N—nat?"

"I shouldn't be awake, but I am. And I wanted… I wanted to hear your voice. I don't careI had to talk. I need to talk. I shouldn't be here…. But… but I am."

He stopped the motorcycle.

The rain poured.

A flash of light.

Thunder roared in the sky.

"Clint." She breathed.

Clint eyed his hands, gripping the handle.

They were shaking.

"You're alive? You're— you're alive and awake."

He was so glad the rain fell on his face and that he was alone. Nobody saw him cry, nobody was there to witness his sudden relief. He openly cried as the rain continued to drench him. His hand shook and his grip loosened away from the handle of the motorcycle.

"Nat?"

"I'm fine." She slowly said. "It's me."

"How's that possible? How is it—" He broke. "How are you awake?"

"Thank Bruce, Selvig and Thor, probably the doctors too."

"The Doctors said it was impossible." Fury's voice said through the com. "Apparently Thor's blood did counter the effects of the toxins far quicker than we thought it would."

"But we found defects in it as well." Selvig said. "Natasha's excess strength from waking up would die down soon."

"So what will happen?"

"She'll probably be more tired than ever." Bruce supplied. "It's like adrenaline."

"So Natasha's going to be fine?"

"I'm talking to you, aren't I?" She smugly coughed.

"You okay?"

"I'mnot as well as I thought, but I'm up and running."

"We thought she was dead," Hill chuckled. "Apparently, she took out the heart monitor. She just yanked it and gave us quite a scare."

"They were crowding me." Natasha huffed.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but thank god you're alive." Clint chuckled.

"Me too."

"Don't—don't overwork yourself."

"I don't think she would." Bruce sounded from the comm.

"Thanks." She replied.

"Damn it Nat, I mean it."

"I won't." Natasha answered him. "Fury told me you're headed to Loki to give him the cure."

"Shit!" He palmed his face. "Damn it!"

He stepped on the gas and rolled the handle, he did it twice.

"Clint?"

"I'm glad you're alive, Nat." Clint voiced. "And I know I wasn't there to witness it, but…"

The motorcycle roared to life as it turned a sharp corner, trying to beat the stoplight again. A police car found him speeding and signaled him from behind, but Clint raced faster, losing the cop a little.

"But I'm happy not to be." He said. "Because you're not the only life worth saving."

Clint knew that Natasha understood him.

"You'll give it to him," She breathed. "Won't you, Clint?"

"Yeah," He breathed.

"Promise?"

"You're alive and he'll be alive."

"Good," She coughed a little before returning to that stern voice of hers. "Because I would have kicked your ass if you had refused."

"I'm unpredictable that way, babe." He joked.

"No!" Thor shouted on the other end. "Loki? Can you hear me? Hello?"

"What's wrong, Thor?" Bruce asked.

"I cannot hear anything!"

"What's going on?" Clint asked.

"No idea." Natasha winced. "What's wrong?"

"The phone," Hill muttered sadly. "We've been disconnected."

"You must let me aid my brother!" Thor begged.

"We can't do that!" Fury said. "We know you're worried about Loki, but we can't get you down there."

Clint listened as they tried to calm Thor down. He watched the skies and saw them grow darker as the rain poured heavier and thicker. Thor was mourning when he shouldn't, there was plenty of time. At least, that's what Clint told himself to ease his own worries. He had to admit…

He and Loki could be good friends.

It just needed getting used to.

For the both of them.

"Clint, are you worried?"

"I'm not worried about Loki," Clint had a hunch. "I'm afraid for that hydra bastard."

He saw the hotel.

And Comic Con wasn't far from it.

"How far are you from Loki?" Natasha asked.

Clint stopped and parked his motorcycle.

"Not far."


oOo

Thunder roared from the skies and rumbled through the room.

Distracted!

That's what Tucker was!

Loki reached out for the phone under the sink with shaking hands, trying not to panic while Tucker tried to figure out what to do with his wound. It stung painfully and bled quite a lot, staining his clothes and dripping to the pool of blood on the floor. Tucker turned and saw Loki, trying to figure out the phone, and quickly yanked it from the panicking god in front of him.

"You bitch—" He cursed.

Tucker slammed the phone on the floor and stamped on it, crushing it underneath him.

"Stay away from me!" Loki glared as Tucker advanced towards him.

"Make me." He hissed.

The blood on the floor!

That's it!

Loki kicked his working leg at Tucker's knee, but Tucker realized this and dodged. Instead, he pulled Loki up by the hair and then by the waist. He pulled Loki into a hug that made Loki panic and squeak in utter hysteria.

"Stop it," He begged.

"You, how could you?" Tucker felt betrayed.

Loki saw flashes in his eyes, his heart drummed in his chest and his whole body was ready to give out any second. All sense of pain gone as the adrenaline surged as quickly as it died down.

"What are you doing?" Loki yelled.

"What does it look like I'm doing to you?"

Loki struggled in Tucker's grip, trying to push him.

"Wait, we're both going to—"

Too late.

Loki saw Tucker's eyes widened as he slipped from the blood on the floor, taking Loki down with him. Tucker held tightly to the trickster as they both fell into the cold water in the bath tub.

Splash.

"Norns…"

Loki was glad he was on top.

"Let him be dead."

He didn't hurt himself.

Tucker however, hit his head on the edge and was now submerged in the water. Blood began to mix as Tucker lay there on the tub, not moving. Loki figured some of the blood was also due to his injured leg. Loki carefully moved away, afraid of the body underneath him. Suddenly, Loki felt cooler, and nicer. It was cold. The water was up to his waist. And he felt cold. The feeling was frightening yet, a bit comforting.

"Is it over?" Loki wondered.

He eyed his hand, it was turning blue.

Then he turned back to Tucker, who moved and began to thrash for air.

Tucker immediately grabbed Loki by the wrist and pulled him into a bruising grip that nearly broke Loki's wrist. Loki cried out in pain. Both of them were soaking wet, shivering and a bloody mess. Loki tried to yank his hand back, but Tucker closed his grip tightly and yanked.

"Let go of me!" Loki shouted.

"You asshole—" Tucker coughed.

"You dare…"

"You still have the strength to fight me off— you're mine, you hear me!"

"I'm not yours!" Loki shouted.

"Fuck—"

"And I never will be!"

Loki did what he had thought, the moment he got out of the restraints.

He closed his hands to Tucker's neck and pushed down.

Loki held on tight as Tucker thrashed underneath him. Even if Tucker scratched his arms, pushed, writhed, or kicked his legs underneath him, Loki stayed put. He sat on Tucker's chest, pushing all of his weight down and gathered as much strength as he could to kill him.

Slowly…

And painfully…

Enough for him to know what he did wrong.

To repent.

"This—is your fault." Loki breathed.

Tucker started to choke.

He was drowning.

Tears threatened Loki's eyes as Tucker struggled.

You lie…

"This is for every humiliation you put me through," Loki pulled Tucker up and slammed him back down, knocking off the remaining air in Tucker's lungs.

And kill…

Stop struggling, Loki.

He could still hear Tucker's voice.

Mocking him.

"I never wanted any of this!" Loki cried out as he held tighter, choking him. "Never like this!"

In the service of liars and killers…

You're not useless…

Tucker reached out, trying to grab what he could, and was able to move the faucet handle to turn on the shower. It felt like it was raining on top of them. And Loki was drowning in it. He just wished it was real. Real enough to hurt. Real enough to cry about.

Not to me…

Tucker began to gurgle as he struggled less.

"Never like this." Loki cried.

He hadn't realized that Tucker had gone limp. His eyes staring at Loki like dead fish in the water. Even with the blood, it seemed so crystal clear. Those eyes would haunt Loki, he was sure of it. Loki hadn't realized that he was now completely drenched in water, thanks to the shower. He looked around carefully, his whole body shaking.

The bathroom looked like a war zone.

So bloody and wet.

Terrifying.

"You left me with no choice." Loki cried silently, turning back to him. "I'm so sorry."

No.

He shouldn't be sorry.

Tucker was a cruel man, with an ambition so high, it ate him up.

But no…

Loki wasn't apologizing to him.

He was apologizing to himself, because he hadn't realized he could do that.

He had killed before, yes, that was fact.

But never like this.

He always had a choice, and the choice differed every time.

But never like this.

Not in cold blood.

There was always honor involved, but now it was just foul play.

Loki cried as he moved away from the tub, slowly pushing himself up from the bloody water and collapsed weakly on the floor. He crawled to the other shower stall, right beside the tub. He crawled inside the shower and opened the water, so he would clean himself up.

Loki looked up. "The water drops…" It looked like rain.

Thor.

He missed Thor.

He shouldn't admit it like that, but he did.

He felt so dirty and used.

And even though he killed Tucker, he still felt numb.

As if it wasn't enough.

He hugged himself and cried, he hadn't cried like this before. It felt like his tears were all used up and empty, but because of the stupid water coming down the shower, it looked like he was crying. And that was good enough for him.


oOo

Clint ran took the elevator to the 24th and ran to room 249. He crept to the door as quietly as he could. He had the duffle bag by the couch and his weapon aiming steadily in his hands for where he would get a good shot. Damn it, had they known sooner what was happening, Clint would have gotten there in time. He wasted enough time already, and yet Clint was so sure it was too late by now.

Now he was just contradicting everything he had thought before.

Great.

"Barton?" Hill croaked. "You there?"

"I'm in," He whispered. "No sign of them."

"Keep us posted." Fury muttered.

He walked into the bedroom and noticed blood on the carpet headed to the bathroom.

"Blood on the carpet," He whispered.

"Whose?" Natasha asked.

"Can't confirm," Clint muttered. "Hold on.

Clint pressed his ears to the bathroom door and listened closely.

Water.

Clint looked down.

There was also water mixed with blood seeping out the door.

He turned the knob gently, hoping it wasn't too late, but he was wrong. It was too late, and he feared the worst when he looked at the body floating in the bathtub. He covered his mouth and lowered his weapon when he realized who it was.

He swallowed thickly.

"Oh god,"

"What is happening?" Thor asked. "Is Loki well?"

"No, it's…"

Clint took out his phone and took a quick picture of the body lying inside the bathtub and sent it to them for immediate info. It was so bloody, that Clint didn't know what to think. He knew Loki had done worse, like the time he killed those three people in the cafeteria, but Clint didn't think there was something much worse than that.

They saw the picture.

"Oh my god." Bruce gasped. "How could—-"

"Identity, Barton?" Fury asked.

"It's Tucker alright."

"Loki did this?" Natasha gaped. "I didn't think he'd—"

"Where is he?" Fury questioned.

"Is my brother there, Barton?" Thor wondered worriedly.

"I don't know."

"Clint, are you sure?" Natasha breathed.

"Positive."

Clint ignored them.

He walked over to the body and reached out for the shower knob to turn it off. The water stopped, but he could still hear water pouring down, and no, it wasn't from the rain outside. Clint carefully side stepped the blood in the middle of the bathroom and walked slightly to the end where the shower stall was.

He pointed his bow and arrow and found someone sitting, huddled in the corner.

"Loki?" Clint lowered his weapon. "Is— is that you?"

He slowly looked up.

Blue…

Loki was blue.

And his eyes were crimson red.

No time to ask questions.

"Shit," Clint breathed. "Guys, I have him. I have Loki, he's alive."

He ignored the screams in the comm.

"Hey, it's me." Clint could care less if Loki was blue. "Hey, come on. It's okay, it's me. You're going to be fine, you… you held up on your own. That's good."

"You came," Loki slurred. "I thought, and I had to—"

Tucker…

"Not your fault."

Clint went into the shower stall and closed the knob for the water. He was already dripping wet, so getting wetter wasn't a problem for him. He knelt in front of Loki and took his hand, and squeezed it for assurance. He pushed Loki's chin up to see any damage.

"Damn." He cursed.

Loki had bite marks and bruises on his neck.

Clint looked down and didn't want to know what else Tucker did to Loki.

"You okay?"

"Bleeding," Loki answered.

He pointed at his leg.

Clint saw this and nodded. "I'll pick you up." He looped an arm around Loki's waist and dragged the young god up. Loki staggered and winced, looking like a corpse. At least the blood on him was somewhat washed away.

"Don't look at the body." He ordered Loki.

Loki complied.

But that didn't mean he felt okay.

He felt terrible.

Clint managed to get Loki out of the bathroom and onto the bed. He threw his weapon next to Loki and rummaged through the closet. He pulled out a towel and wrapped it around Loki for comfort. Loki stared at the floor, completely dazed and out of it.

Clint told Loki to stay put and walked out of the door.

"Barton?"

"Not now, Hill. Tell Thor he and Loki can talk later. For now we need to focus on this first and let me do my job. Thor won't be able to do anything at this point and Loki's not even panicking. I think he's been over that. And I need to talk to Banner, so put him through."

There was movement on the other end.

"What is it?"

"I think its trauma, the panic attack must have died down before I got here," Clint breathed. "He's not responding to me completely, but he's complying."

"I think he's just refusing to talk. Assessment?"

"Loki's kind of blue and I'm going to have to cover up his leg wound. The gun shot pierced through, it's healing very slowly and he lost lots of blood."

"Give him the extra syringe in the bag," Bruce sighed. "It'll help numb the pain and there are nutrients too. Give him the heavier drug first, then the next two after."

"Where do I insert it?"

"The arm is fine."

Clint took the duffel bag and strode over to Loki.

"Hey, you're going to be fine." Clint said as he knelt and took out the syringe.

Loki looked at him with pleading eyes.

"I won't hurt you." He breathed. "We found a cure."

"Is Agent Romanov—?"

"Yeah, she's alive."

Clint took Loki's arms and wiped it clean with the towel and poked the skin. He inserted the liquid inside of Loki, and then he followed up with the next two syringes. When he was done, he eyed Loki, still looking like a smurf. Loki just didn't care.

Clint took some bandages from the bag and pulled Loki's pant leg up.

Loki winced.

"We need to cover the wound."

"Hmm…" Loki hummed absently.

He bandaged the wound and allowed Loki to digest everything that happened to him. Loki clutched the towel around him tighter. It's a nightmare after another. Clint saw it and felt sorry for Loki.

"The effects will take a while," Clint said. "But you'll be fine."

"Thank you." Loki muttered.

"Stop thinking about it, Loki. Think of—think of Thor. It's raining because he's worried about you. It's gotten darker, and he wants to hear your voice, so you have to push through."

Loki stayed silent.

He got the message.

Clint looked at his watch.

"I have an idea." Loki voiced. "Will—will you take me to the event?"

Deep shade of greenish blue eyes stared at red ones.

Loki was serious.

So was Clint.

"You sure you're up for it?" Clint asked without questioning why. "We could head back—"

"The tesseract is with me, I— I need to do something." Loki breathed heavily, voice cracking. "The— they are fighting the Other? Yes? The Other is there at the event? I figured— where else? The—The Other will follow you whether you defeat him or not. He will— cause more trouble since he will not allow himself to stay here. I ha—have to do something."

Clint stared at Loki.

Loki stared back at him.

No argument there.

He pressed the comm in his ear.

"Guys, tell Cap and Stark we'll be right there." Clint said through the comm. "Loki has a plan."

He cut off the connection before they could ask.

Clint pulled out a jacket out of the duffel bag. "Here, wear it." Clint pushed it towards him. "You'll need it for the rain. We have to hurry, the longer we stay here, the worse everything gets. I already have police on my tail."

Loki accepted the jacket and wore it

He eyed the bathroom one last time.

It happened so fast.

"Come on," Clint shielded his view of the bathroom. "None of that."

"Aye," Loki mumbled.

"The effects will take over you soon and you'll have enough strength like adrenaline, but give it a few minutes for it to work. Natasha's alive and she's already talking to us like it's a miracle because of it, but Banner said it won't last. She'll need a lot of rest afterwards, and so will you. I don't know much about you and you being blue, but we're not taking any chances staying here. So let's go."

"What about the—?"

Clint forgot about the body. They couldn't leave it where people could find it. They would wonder why there was another Tucker in this world. Who knows? Good thing Clint was prepared for this shit.

"Go outside." He ordered. "Wait by the door."

Loki followed without another word.

Clint contacted Steve.

"A bit busy here," Steve panted.

"Fury phone you in?"

"Yeah… why?"

"We'll be right there." Clint said. "Loki has a plan."

"Stalling," Tony laughed. "No problem!"

Clint took out a small gasoline tank and went into the bathroom and began to throw it all over the place. Once it was empty, Clint took the duffel bag and the empty syringes and threw it inside. He lit up a lighter and threw it inside. It poofed instantly into an inferno! The whole bathroom was encased in fire. Clint eyed it and felt the burning sensation.

His clothes were drying from the sheer hotness of it. He walked over to the bed to retrieve his weapons to wrap it around himself, and then walked out of the room to where Loki was sitting on the floor, waiting.

"Get up." Clint ordered, walking away. "We're leaving."

"What did you do?"

Loki pushed himself up as he clutched the jacket around him. He eyed Clint, who walked over to the nearby exit. Loki looked back and wanted to know what Clint did in there. Clint knocked his bow on the fire alarm and pressed it. The sirens went wild all over the place, making Loki cringe from the noise. Red lights flashed through the hallway.

"We can't let them figure out who we are."

"Which means?" Loki asked.

"FIRE! GET OUT OF YOUR ROOMS!" Clint shouted as he knocked on the doors through the hall. "FIRE! THERE'S A FIRE!"

"You are mad." Loki stared, dumfounded.

"Could be worse."

Clint pulled Loki to the exit.

They ran down.

"You will endanger more people." Loki glared, still feeling sickly. "You did not have to put the room on fire."

"They can afford it." Clint said, pulling Loki out the door.

People started running to the exit.

The fire department arrived.

The rain helped.

The sirens blared, the police arrived, and yet, no sign of them.

Clint and Loki?

They had already left.

Loki sat behind Clint and held tightly on Clint's shoulders as they rode the motorcycle. Loki couldn't help but look back at the smoke coming from their floor. Loki just hoped no one was injured in the process. Everything happened too fast, too soon, and there just wasn't enough time to think.

This is why Clint loved his job.

He had his own code.

And this is why Loki liked the chaos.

It was unstable.

Just like him.


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