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Dust :
Broken bodies, the smell of wounded, burnt flesh. SHIELD agents walked among the corpses, looking at the dead faces, trying to find their most valuable prisoner.
This time, Tony found Loki, immobilized on the floor.
He was crushed by a beam which prevented him from moving his legs. His forehead was gashed, and the blood from the wound was mingling with his hair. The room around him looked like the chaos at the end of the world.
Tony slowly made his way to him. Loki was coughing softly, suffocated by the pieces falling from the ceiling, which now covered part of his face. Tony crouched next to him, and wiped his face carefully.
They looked at each other. They never let go.
And Tony lifted the beam.
Loki didn't move. His eternal composure didn't seem shaken by the situation. Always the same facial expression. Except for the eyes.
Loki was staring at Tony with a troubling intensity.
Tony didn't call out to say he had found Loki.
Later – but when ? - Thor came into the room with two SHIELD agents and Nick Fury. Loki was brought elsewhere. Tony didn't pay attention to the silent lamentations of Thor and Fury's burning and suspicious glance on his back. He only saw the dust which had risen when they took Loki, and which now fell on the floor, as if nothing had happened.