In my current state of freezing and being bored out of my mind while all at once trying to fix that one stove that we had broken when we did Isabellas arc reactor. My will to live had dropped about as low was the death rate during the second stage of the demographic transition. Loki was still here, and while I knew he was going to leave at least by tonight, and at the latest early tomorrow morning but I admit. All of Isabellas beautiful love, attention, and affection were going towards him. So I sit here messing with the spatula turned into a screw driver angrily drilling a weird nail in quickly. The only good thing about being down here was Isabella and how the only people we had to pay attention to were each other and ourselves. So I got a lot of coddling and weird conversations from Isabella, always making sure I was taken care of. She was surprising maternal for a twenty one year old that had been stuck in a cave for three months, was a virgin, and had only dated one man three years ago. Also the fact that she was able to take care of me, ME. thirty something me who hadn't had anyone take care of him since I was about twelve, and was a superhero. She had been able to take care of plenty a panic attack in the sweetest most adorable caring fashion he had ever seen. It also gave him a chance to actually, y'know, take care of another human being and feel good about it. Isabella had enough emotions bottled up inside of her, all of them thick and passionate and sticking to her like hot tar. They both got to take care of each other and it was a beautiful symbiotic relationship of mutualism that he couldn't help but love it. After all the metaphorical frost bite he had endured thanks to Barnes and Noble he was grateful he had the attention of one Isabella Swan.

Then came in Loki to the picture.

Yes they had bonded quite thoroughly in the past few hours, and he could still hear them laughing quietly from where they were standing getting the makeshift picnic thing ready. Now she was telling him all about all the different jobs she had been employed in. The ones after high school horrified him about as much as me. Not to mention the amount of jobs she was working at once.

"yep, all I had to do is lay there while all of the art students drew pictures of me. It was weird at first, especially because most of them would take what I look like and make me look like either Persephone, someone who would needed an exorcist, or a dead corpse."

Now I wasn't about to go out and say I was jealous, but Loki was taking Isabella away from me. It felt weird after being accustomed to the way things were with the just the two of us in the cave together. This just got me scared for the day that we finally would get out. We'd have to live actual lives which were a bit of a daydream now after spending so long down here. Not to mention it was an occurrence that we're not sure will actually happen. We still had no idea where we were, who took us, and more importantly why. me and Isabella didn't have a lot in common as previously stated. Her going to Dartmouth and working a few too many jobs, with no social life,single, and to be honest not much of a life at all. Then me genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, hero, I mean then comes the fact that she's 21 and I'm 38. Normally when people are kidnapped together there is always something that connects them. She was in New Hampshire, and I was at a gala in California. It was confusing and something that no matter how hard we thought about it couldn't get a clue as to what had actually happened. So in our confusion we were trapped down here, us, two. And Loki now temporarily apparently. Speaking of the God, Loki was loving every minute of the love he was getting I could tell, but all at once who wouldn't. Isabellas endless reassuring smiles, her ability to relate or at the very least try hard to until it could kill her. It was noticed and appreciated, as the princes weird eyes looked full of what could only be described as fondness towards the girl. It was about as far as I had gotten to liking the guy when I saw that look on his face, so unlike the one that had met me in my penthouse and threw me out a window. This wasn't him, this was someone else someone nice and friendly, and was teasing Isabella so she was bursting out laughing because he had made fun of her so well that the jokes about her were funny to the punchline as well. It was nice that you could just make fun of Isabella and she would be fine with it as long as she thought it was funny too. That wasn't the point right now, the point was that my only reason for being happy was talking with a guy that tried to take over the earth. She didn't care about his past, and I couldn't call her out on that because she didn't care about that either. There wasn't any bad quality that I could tell her about because none of it could be fixed here in this cave. You only ever point out to someone there flaws because there refusing to fix them. Hers, simply couldn't be fixed. So I suffered in silence not paying attention to how much I missed talking to her, which was really really dumb, because she was right there. I guess when Loki came I would just have to deem it as practice for when we hypothetically did get out of this cave.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice calling my name

"Antonio, Anthony, Tony, Iron man." Isabella said while trying to get me out of my head and into the world where I was finally getting her attention after what seemed like a thousand years. She was coming up with every variation of my name, except for the middle one which she tended to forget a lot of the time.

"Yes, darling." I responded blushing, looking at her in the now dimming lights.

She still looked fairly tiny even when I was sitting down, making her even younger in my eyes.

"Its ready."

I turned around and there it was, actual legitimate, almost food.

"I had to mix and match almost everything to get it to work but it exists. I hope it doesn't crash and burn."

It was all set up like a table with the sporks there, the paper plates we had all decorated with the purpose of making this as nice as it could be. The food was weird looking to say the least. We did have instant mash potatoes which was good, lacking gravy, that was okay if you ignored how runny it was because that's always just how it is. There was water, because that's all we had to drink, the weird green beans, and a strange looking soup that I was both terrified and excited to have going down my throat. All of it was dysfunctional, destroyed, but all at once it screamed the sense of family. The aura of people that just belonged together, because that's how the universe set it all up. I could feel it, the bag of cats could feel it, and Isabella was just going along happily acting like this much work for the ones you love was normal. To her, I guess, it was. My parents were not the greatest parents, and while I hate how there stories ended and my mother never deserved to die the way that she did. Especially with the man who was my fathers best friend, doing the killing to her. Howard was about as screwed up as every biography, documentary, and story makes him out to be. He was simply too obsessed with finding what was deep in the ice, and wanting me to hurry up and be smart so I could help him. He called me his greatest creation in that one video, but never actually to me. Always at the pentagon. My mother had tried really hard, but she simply had other at the time seemingly more important jobs than taking care of her only child. This had never happened, thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, Birthdays, New years, Memorial day, no Fourth of July, or otherwise. I think back when it was a thing the Avengers probably would have had one but we were all busy dealing with our own villans at the time.

But here Isabella was having got it all ready. Had created a strange sort of warmth in the cold cave. I didn't care about Loki doing what he did before, I didn't have to. It didn't matter because,well, he made Isabella happy and suddenly to me that was all that mattered. She had taken care of both of our broken souls and made them back into wings.

I was screwed