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Smoke :
Every single day, Tony saw this man who wasn't a man, but wasn't a God anymore, who didn't belong to this world nor the one he came from, who hadn't a father anymore, a mother anymore, a brother anymore, faltering, disappearing into the shadow of his cell.
And Tony, as a man of the world, as an actor always playing his role, couldn't understand.
They had caught him, eventually. They had put him in that room, before a table, in front of the mirror they were all hiding behind to observe him. The interviews hadn't been very useful, so they were now trying to get on his nerves, to crumble the wall of patience he had created. But Loki was just sitting there, under the harsh and harmful light above his head. And at night, when at nine in the evening they turned off the light, he never moved, but the darkness suited him so well he seemed to melt into it and disappear for the night.
He had been here for eleven days. Never eating, never drinking.
Tony had been here for eleven nights, behind the glass, watching, listening. Not a gesture, not a sound.
Like Loki was dead.
This evening wasn't different from the others. Tony was watching. Tony was desperate. He noticed with tired eyes that the videos of the cameras on the floor above him were blurred by what seemed to be heavy, dark smoke.
The floor above him made a worrying noise.
A few seconds later, Tony saw something big fall where Loki was supposed to be. Tony himself could only grab the luggage which contained the Iron Man suit and activate it before he was drowned in hell.
When he was finally able to get out of the room, the walls were crumbling all around him. He raced to the upper floor to save those who could be saved. But while he was trying to see through the smoke, his mind was screaming only one name to him. He ignored it.