Hey guys! ^-^ So I had posted the first chapter of Quiet intending it just to be a cute little one-shot. Then I started getting like messages and stuff (*still does not totally understand website don't judge*) about there being another chapter. And so I of course started getting excited like: Wow. People actually want to read my crap writing! At least like 2 or 3 of you guys right? Anyways… So I decided that I would make every stanza of the song a new chapter (minus the entire chorus's. That would be just one chapter at the very end.) Sound okay to everyone? If you guys want anything to happen or for me to write anything just message me I LOVE new ideas! Thank you! :D Reviews make me smile and enjoy~! Oh wait! By the way! Ant Man is mentioned in here. Because I LOVE that guy. Yah so yay!
~This is where; we are supposed to be,
Sitting by a broken tree,
No tragedy, No poetry,
Just staring at the sky~
Tony Stark sighed heavily sitting on his office chair in his lab at his mansion in Malibu. It had been four days sense he had sat under a dying tree with his enemy, the God of Mischief. Sure he had given him some money and told him to get out, but he still felt guilty of something. Not to Shield, screw them. Mostly to himself, he was dying of curiosity. It isn't every day you stumble upon a villain who is having a down moment in public. Much less a "Mighty God" who was spending the night with a dirty face and ripped clothes in a tree.
Of course he would never admit it to himself, but he did feel a bit guilty for how Loki had been living. And in the small part of his mind that mulled over that fact he did not know why. It was the bastered's idea to run off and try to take over the world…. And very nearly kill Phil Coulson… (HE LIVES!) The genius gritted his teeth and spun around in his chair.
The agent now lay in a stable coma in the hospital wing with Steve Rogers almost constantly by his side unless ordered to go and find food or out on a mission. Loki had done so much damage to the Avengers confidence and conviction. Just by harming that one particular man.
Sighing heavily Tony got up and crossed the room for a drink. He poured the liquid gold scotch in to his glass and sipped it thinking. He was no Hank Pym. He had no problem with violence as long as it was justified. And he never had EVER tried to make sure his enemies were comfortable. Then why did he feel so terrible. Another sip and sigh as he looked up and out across the stretch of sand to the little patch of green that Loki and him had found their tree. Wait… Their tree? Get it together Stark.
Sliding back in to his chair he scooted over to the window and took a long drink staring at the tree. He did not understand what Loki's motives were. Why would he stay so out in the open? Why did he not run when he saw him? Tony had seen the panic in his eyes, something that he had never thought that Loki could feel. Fear for his life. That was an entirely different side of him, one that Tony had never thought about.
He was about to give up on his search for clues out the window. Standing up and half turning around taking another drink, but a flash of something caught his eye. Whipping around Tony eyed the tree again. Was that really him again…? Sure enough he saw someone climb in to the tree with practiced skill and settle on the same branch again. Curiosity burning Tony ran and through on a coat running out side.
Loki sighed settling down on to the rough bark that felt almost familiar though he had only been there once before. He had used the money that Stark gave him and tried not to think about why sudden generosity struck the billionaire. Though he had only used five dollars to buy one very cheap hotel room for one night even though Stark seemed to have requested more, he had been eating more recently and gotten more rest.
He had used most of the money though on new clothes which he wore now, a cheap yet sharp suit jacket over a dark green t-shirt and some black jean like pants. Hair brushed back and clean for the first time that to him felt like decades. Loki didn't even know why he had came here. If he was clean and full then shouldn't he go and use the last few dollars to get another hotel room, get a nights rest and get on a bus or something? Maybe it was just because the last time he had been here, he had felt at peace for the first time in a long while. And that made him curious. Why should he feel comfortable and relaxed on a rough branch with an enemy at his feet?
He knew he had not came here looking for more money or charity. If Tony had stayed until he realized that he had given him the money he probably would have ripped it in half and through it back at him. His pride kept him from saying thank you for it, and at the same time he felt as if he should. Which was very strange.
Still it was a nice night, not like the cold would bother him anyway but it was a comfortable temperature, with thin clouds covering small patches of the sky coaxing the stars to shine try and outshine the moon that casted waves of cold light down on to the slowly dying grass. Over all it was a rather appealing sight that Loki had not normally seen on Midgaurd. So he relaxed again hands behind his head to keep his hair getting tangled in the branches staring eyes half open over the grass and to the stars wondering if there were any familiar ones out there.
A rustle made him jerk up in to a sitting position and peer out in to the brush hand rose preparing himself to make the rather painful change in to someone else as a disguise. "Hey hey wait!" Loki blinked and sat up more to peer over to his left as Tony blundered out of the bushes panting. A smirk of amusement was on his face before he even recognized it.
Brown hair sticking up messily and coat covered with nettles Tony stumbled to the tree and leaned against it panting lightly and holding up a finger. "J-Just. Hold on. It's just me." Loki feigned annoyance and rolled his eyes, "You say that as if you expect us to be old friends." Tony smirked and pointed up at him, "Don't give me that bullshit." Slumping down on to the ground where he had last sat Tony looked up at the sky, "Pretty nice night."
What was he doing…? Loki wondered looking down at him, "Yes…." Tony smirked and looked up at him. "Hey get down here and sit by me, geez. For a god you're rather rude you know." Mostly just shocked Loki stared down at him for a moment or two with slightly wide then narrowed eyes. With a sigh he slid down to sit a few feet from the other man.
Even Tony was surprised that he agreed without a fight and they both sat in tense silence. Until Tony, being the charmer of Earth, glanced over to survey the god. Loki of course noticed and just tipped his head up more to look at the moon ignoring him with an air of dignity. Tony just smiled lightly, "Nice new suit."
Loki bit his tongue and just nodded. They both were quite a bit more until Loki spoke in a very quiet yet looser voice, "Thank you. For the money I mean." They both could practically feel the tension break and melt away and both visibly relaxed as Tony replied a simple, "No problem."
Again silence. But this time it was comfortable and after a bit Tony leaned against the trunk of the tree. A few moments later Loki did the same apprehensively making Tony smile. More silence, but they seemed to enjoy it. After about an hour Tony began to count the stars out loud in a soft quiet relaxed tone. "One… Two… Three… Four… Five…-"
He stopped suddenly as Loki's head jerked up looking over at him wide distant eyes. "Hey whoa. O.o No need to freak out. I'm counting the stars. See?" Tony pointed up at the sky lightly speaking as he would a mental patient. "What do you not count on your planet?" Loki just blinked a few times not really responding to his jeers. Eventually he just shook his head and looked down leaning back again with an air of uncomfortable energy.
Tony blinked in confusion, "What's with you Magic Hands?" For some reason, that shocked both Tony and himself, Loki replied after a moment with a dead cautious voice. "It's simply. My daughter counts like that often. You just made me remember that now." Tony sat up straighter. "Wait. You have kids?" A nod. "Six…. No… Four." Another nod. Blinking Tony leaned forward a bit. "Wow you get around. Props to that. Who are the-" He was cut off as Loki hastily raised a hand.
"Let us not speak of tragedy tonight Stark." The answer as Tony would have expected it to did not make him angry or impatient. He just smirked and leaned back looking back up at the stars. "That makes it seems as if we are going to meet up again." To his shock Loki just chuckled deeply and replied, "We shall see."
They stayed until the sun rose again not looking at one another only talking in soft low voices that were almost whispers as if they were afraid to much noise would break the peaceful calm. Tony showed Loki different consolations and Loki told him about a woman on Asgard who weaved the patterns of them in to the sky.
Soon the lights of the sun were spreading across the sky and they both stood and stretched shaking off the morning's dew that had come to dampen their clothes. Loki turned about to silently leave the man under the tree. But Tony grabbed his arm, "Wait." Blinking the god pulled his arm away from his grasp and turned a glare on him. Smirking Tony pulled out a couple hundred dollar bills and shoved them in to his grasp. Loki blinked eyes slightly wide. He looked up at Tony and held out his hand with the money in it, "I do not except charity Stark. Take it back."
"No." Tony smirked and moved his hands up to fold Loki's around the money and kept his hands above the bewildered looking God. "Just keep it. Please." The both of them blinked at how suddenly Tony seemed to be begging him to take the money. "Go buy yourself a better suit or something." Silence overwhelmed the both of them as their eyes met and they stood there studying each other for a few moments until a birds calling woke them both up.
Loki pulled away and noticed that the dollars were still in his hand. At a look from Tony he just sighed and pocketed them. "I don't like it. But fine…." He conceded making Tony smile. "Alright. Take care of yourself then." Loki nodded looking up and turning to start to walk. "Good bye Anthony." Tony was also walking in the other direction but turned to walk backwards at his full name.
"Hey I give you money, you can call me Tony." A small laugh from Loki as he looked over his shoulder. "Oh I like the name Anthony though." His light and smooth tone made Tony smile and suddenly feel lighter than he had been in a long while. "Fine have it your way." Loki smirked and raised his hand to call some magic and Tony stopped to watch interested. "Yes. Anthony." With a purr of his name and a snap green magic engulfed him and he was gone leaving Tony with more questions than he had had earlier that night.