Author's Note: So I'm pretty sure some if not all of you will think this chapter is weird if you're not warned by the title of this chapter. I'm just weird like that. And I also thought Tony should do something weird too, and show that he can and will do anything when he's trying to get your attention (at least in my mind) Enjoy! And don't be too creeped out. Sorry if you are. ;)
"What do you mean Loki is gone? I'd assumed he was gone already." Fury said. "Sir, Stark was...housing him." Natasha said. Tony sighed, tapping his fingers on the table. "Stark you know I could charge you with aiding a wanted criminal and murderer? Just to name oneresult." Fury said. "You didn't see what I saw. If you had, then maybe you'd understand." he said. "Well what you did see, because frankly I don't see your reasoning."
"They're using him. Loki I mean." Tony said. "Using him? How?" Fury demanded. "Yeah. You saw how that over-sized purple munchkin was treating him." Tony said to the two agents standing behind him. Clint shifted on his feet, suddenly becoming agitated and nervous. "I'm gonna go...find a vent or something." he mumbled, dashing away. Natasha shook her head. 'Coward.' she thought, turning back to the Director and Tony. "So what are we going to do?" she asked. "We're going to gather our strength, and prepare for a war."
Loki shuddered as Thanos stroked his hair. For the first time in his life he was cold. And not just his skin.
"You know I care about you Loki. Don't you?" Thanos asked, wrapping his arms around the god's waist. "Yes." Loki whispered. "Good. That's good." he said. Loki nodded, too afraid to say anything else. His ribs and back still hurt from Thanos' fists.
"Did you like him?" Thanos asked casually, too softly. Loki's eyes widened and he swallowed. "I...I did." he admitted. He knew things would go better if he told the truth, or at least told him what he wanted to hear. "Well then Loki. There's only one thing that can solve this little problem." "What is it?" he asked, preparing himself for another beating.
"I want him dead. And I want you to do it." Thanos whispered.
Tony sighed, looking around. There was nothing to do. The two guards posted outside his door had ignored him completely, not amused at all with his jokes. Neither had the guards inside the room. He really didn't know why he needed four guards, let alone twoinside the room.
"Are you two virgins?" he asked. Ignored. "Oh come on. It's a simple question. Yes or no." Still ignored. "Can I at least have something to read?" he asked. Nothing. He groaned in frustration, running his hands through his hair. 'Bet they wouldn't even move if I took my clothes off.' he thought. Then he smiled. 'Or would they?'
"So...since you guys are basically statues I guess you wouldn't mind or even know if I stripped would you? I feel more comfortable in the nude." he said. There was no reaction. 'They think I'm bluffing.'
He slowly pulled his shirt over his head, watching for the slightest reaction. When he was shirtless and going for his pants, he caught one of the guard's eyes flicker over to him. 'So you like to watch huh? Well that's good.' he thought, biting back his smile. He continued down to his briefs, slipping them off. He straightened, standing there proudly in all his naked glory. He approached the nearest guard and pressed himself against the man.
"Hey. So whatcha thinkin' about?" he asked. When there was no response, he began to rub himself against the guard. "Bet you wish you had a gun now don't you?" he asked moving to the other guard. "How about you? I saw you looking at me. You liked that didn't you? Well do you like this?" he asked, doing the same thing he did to the other guard. He grinned as the guard swallowed nervously. "You know I think I might just come on your leg. Would you like that?" he asked rubbing harder.
The guard finally cracked after a few more minutes, running from the room in a panic, pressing the panel to close the door behind him. "Well that's rude. I didn't even get to finnish." he said. "But I guess you'll do." As he moved toward the guard, he backed away. "Stark. Stop it." he said. "Oh now you wanna speak?" the billoinare said, coming closer.
Just then the door reopened, and Natasha stepped in. She stared at him for a moment looking him up and down. "Fury wants to see you." she said. "With clothes on." she added as he moved to follow her. He smiled. "Is he sure? He just doesn't know what he's missing out on."