Next chapter. I don't own Avengers.

Loki

Tony wouldn't speak as we sped through the city, his face was drawn tight, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. I didn't try to speak, I just made sure he didn't wreak. We came to the hospital, I knew this was where we were going before we even pulled up. We rushed through the halls till we came to Mr. Stark's room. He was so thin, terribly thin and pale. His doctor came out of nowhere.

"Tony-" He went to speak to him but Tony shoved him away and went to his dad. I looked to the doctor. "Mr. Stark has taken a turn for the worse. There is not much else we'll be able to do." He explained.

"Thank you doctor." I nodded to him and went to Tony. His hands were wrapped around his father's. I placed my hands on his shoulders and stood behind him. I could hear him speaking lowly to Mr. Stark, pleading him not to die. I could hear the tears choking his voice, though I didn't see them. Mr. Stark laid in his bed, his brown eyes barely open, they were trained on his son.

"Please, just stay. I'm not ready to take on the company." Tony choked out once loud enough for me to hear. I held onto him tighter. Mr. Stark blinked.

"Tony, you're ready. You have Loki." He breathed out, his voice like old paper. Tony looked up at me, tears shimmering in his eyes. I smiled softly at him.

"Dad keep fighting. You can win." Tony told him, fierceness in his voice. Mr. Stark shook his head.

"No my son, I'm frail. I'm going to die, I can feel it." He told Tony. I felt like an intrude red on them but I was afraid of leaving Tony. I stayed still, not sure if I could truly leave. "Tony, let me speak with Loki for a moment." Mr. Stark said suddenly. Tony nodded quickly and stood up. I sat down and leaned in. "Loki, I can tell you do my son good. You are his rock. Keep him safe, be the calm to his chaos." He laid his hand on mine, startling me. "I wish I got to know you better." he smiled sadly at me.

"Wish that as well, you seem very much like Tony." I chuckled, looking at Tony. Mr. Stark sighed.

"How you handle him, I have no idea." He smirked. I laughed at him. He smiled slightly and patted my hand. "Thank you." He whispered.

"No, thank you." I told him, standing. Tony took his seat again.

"Dad, did you embarrass my boyfriend?" Tony asked, tilting his head. Mr. Stark shook his head.

"Of course not, I never would do that." He argued. Tony snorted at that.

We spent all night at his side, I only left for food for all of us. I fell asleep on the chairs, tony napped when Mr. Stark did. At six o'clock that morning, Mr. Stark past. Tony melted onto the floor. Huge sobs racked his body. I collected him in my arms and held him tight as he bawled. I cried into his hair, stroking his back. He pulled away and flicked the tears from my eyes.

"No Darling, don't cry for my old man." He whispered, sniffling.

"I'm not crying for him, I'm crying for you." I whispered back, making him sob. I hooked my arms around him and pulled him back. His arms clung tight to me. I kissed the top of his head and whispered random words to him. By eight, I got him pulled together enough to leave. I drove us to the apartment and I got him up to the couch before he broke again.

Tony fell onto the couch, crying again. I could almost feel Jarvis trying to comfort him. He played soft music and made hot chocolate. I carried a mug to Tony and forced him to drink some. His brown eyes were dull, red and puffy around them. He sipped the hot chocolate, tears still leaking out of him. They plopped into his mug, dissolving the whipped cream faster. We finished and I yanked him into my lap. He curled up, a hand clinging to my shirt. I ran my hands through his hair and soothed him as best as I could.

Tony

Loki was trying, he really was, to try and fix me. Right now though, that was impossible. I laid in his lap, listening to him speak to me. He was telling me storied from Norse mythology. I listened sorta, I was mostly numb. He's gone. I'm the heir to Stark Industries. How will I do this? I wondered, panic was starting to set in. What if Loki leaves me? What if I end up alone? What if? Panic was blooming in my chest like the plague. I realized I was breathing fast.

"Tony? Tony, what's wrong?" Loki asked, holding my face in his hands. I was breathing hard and fast, everything was funky. "Jarvis!" Loki cried at the ceiling.

"Seems Mr. Stark is having a panic attack." Jarvis told him. Loki held me tight, shushing me. I closed my eyes and breathed. No, Loki won't leave me. He wouldn't do that. I sighed heavily and clung to him.

"Don't leave me. Please." I whispered to him.

"I won't, ever." Loki promised. He pushed me off and I looked at him. He stood and led me to my room. We laid in my bed, I clung to him. I fell asleep to his voice telling me a story.

Xx

I woke lat that night, Loki's arms wrapped protectively around me. His face was calm, his lips parted softly. I stretched out, waking him. "Hi." He whispered, his eyes more green.

"Hey." I whispered back. His arms wrapped around me tighter.

"You okay?" He asked. I thought for a moment before shaking my head. He kissed my head. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was slow and steady. His fingers went through my hair, carding it. We laid like that for a long time. I fell back asleep to his heartbeat and his fingers in my hair.

So, any of you tear up? Cry? I kinda want to know.