[A/N I wrote this multiple times with different scenarios.. and nothing turned out well. Please keep in mind that, indeed, I'm a human and not a machine squeezing words out like it's nothing. I have a lack of inspiration sometimes, too xD!]
OH GOD I CHANGED IT. Sorry for uploading the wrong part. It was late.
Part 12.
"You aren't going to succeed Loki. Last time, we defeated you with ease, we will not hesitate to do so again." I said, staring into the green eyes of our enemy. The atmosphere was.. weird. It was slightly misty, and we were in some kind of mountain range. Everything had a blue glow about it. The green eyes narrowed, not happy with the reminder. The frost-giant grinned then, a menacing grin that had 'mischief' written all over it.
"Perhaps," He said, lazily strolling towards me. "But back then, I didn't have this.." He held up a glove of some sorts, the knuckle area decorated with a knuckle-buster. "With this… I can do anything I wish… and more." He said, equipping the glove with his right hand. "Oh.. this glove..it's my baby.." he was stroking it with his left hand, "Oh wells. It's time for you to wake up now." He said nonchalantly, and mumbled a spell, waving his hand around for a bit.
I woke up covered in sweat and with Steve trying to push me back down.
"You weren't kidding when you said you sleep badly," he mumbled, "nightmares about Vietnam?"
"No." I breathed, desperately trying to get my mind wrapped around what just happened. What did actually happen? "This was different. Where's Loki?" I asked panicky, my breathing fast and labored, my forehead slick with sweat.
"Tony, calm down, he isn't here. You were just dreaming." Steve said, dismissing it and pulling me back to him, dazing back off to sleep. His warm body covering mine didn't do much comforting, and I couldn't understand it. He was right there. In my mind, in my dream, or on a weird blue-glowing planet. I didn't even care where. All I knew is that he was there, and that I was certain it had been him because my imagination was vivid, but not that vivid or truth resembling. And he had been there. I nudged Steve, and he groaned.
"You don't understand, Steve, he was right there. I swear, he was in my mind or something. I don't know! But that wasn't just a dream, I'd have forgotten it if it was a dream, right?" Steve rubbed his eyes.
"Alright, Tony. Just go back to sleep and if you still remember it when you wake up, we will do something about it then." I mumbled my agreement, but didn't sleep well the rest of the night. Not only because of the weird and terrifying memory of Loki, but also because Steve had been so skeptical, and the worst feeling in the world is when you say the truth, and nobody believes you.
As expected, when I woke up, everything was still as clear and vivid in my mind as it had been at 2 am. It might even have been clearer because I was now fully awake. I was kind of disappointed to find no body, excuse me, nobody, next to me. But I figured Steve hadn't missed hours and hours of sleep in the last couple of weeks, so he didn't have anything to catch up on.
So I did my usual morning routine on my own. My morning routine only consisted of throwing on something old and dirty and brushing away the left-over taste of alcohol. This time there was no alcohol, but no worries, I did brush my teeth anyway. Let's hope mommy is proud of me when she looks down at me!
When I walked into the kitchen as we all did when we woke up, as a sort of unmentioned agreement we all had, people were sitting, deep in conversation, and stopped when I walked in. All eyes locked on me.
"Did I interrupt something?" I asked sarcastically, "'Cause if you insist I'll leave. Of course I shouldn't be part of a group meeting. Or were you, perhaps, talking about me?" I was satisfied when everybody looked guilty. "And you!" I said, pointing at Steve. "Why was I doing my morning routine on my own? On. My. Own?" I made a point out of raising my eyebrow all Stark-like.
"Did you finally sleep together?" Natasha jumped in, saving Steve from answering.
"Yes." I said proudly, knowing that any moment now everyone would be baffled when I told them I was talking about the other meaning of sleeping with.
"And you didn't invite me?" Natasha whined, "That'd have been so hot.."
"The temperature might have been quite high yes, sleeping inbetween two males.." I smirked at her.
"Wait, so you didn't actually.. sleep sleep?" Clint asked. When I nodded, he let out a whistle. "Well, then Steve. If he is telling the truth that means you are actually very important to him." The archer continued, "Tony Stark doesn't just go all celibacy-like for no one." I smirked at everyone and Bruce actually clapped me on the shoulder.
"Good job, bro." he said, and we shared a fist-bump.
"You are such a respecting lover!" Thor smiled and shook my hand. Natasha just nodded, smiling at me. Well, that was enough for me.
"So, what were you talking about before I interrupted you?" I asked, flopping down in my chair next to Steve. They looked at each other in alarm, and I felt like I needed to clarify myself. "I know it was about me. What's up?"
"Steve says you're going crazy" Clint blurted out. I looked at Steve with narrowed eyes, and he held up his hands.
"No, no, no. That's not what I said." He said defensively, then turned to me and grabbed both my hands in his. "I was just worried about you, because you're under so much stress with the whole Loki thing, and the uhm.. celibacy.." Natasha snorted when he used the euphemism.
"Yes Steve that's very cute and all but I am absolutely, hundred percent sure that the conversation with Loki was real."
"Come on, Tony, what are the chances?" Clint said skeptically, and I rolled my eyes.
"OK, so you guys do believe he carved an 'L' in Steve, and you don't think he could have controlled my thoughts for a few minutes? That's rich." When they just kept staring at me I said, "Come on, guys! You don't actually believe I imagined that, do you? Do you really think I'd be as creative to invent some sort of glove Loki was going to use to destroy us all?" That's when Thor's eyes widened.
"Glove, you say?" He asked. I nodded and he looked at us in alarm, then rubbed his palms over his face.
"Oh.. I'm so stupid." If it were any other time and if we were not about to be revealed something that just had to be serious business, I would have happily agreed. "When we defeated Loki here on Earth.. I took him back to Asgard… I shouldn't have."
"What, why not?" I asked bluntly, trying to get him to speak faster and explain it already.
"We have a vault, in our kingdom. It contains some of the most legendary weapons in this universe." I let my head connect with the table.
"You've got to be kidding me." I wished out loud. "Your brother, our arch-enemy who was supposed to be in prison forever, got hold of a weapon with which he might be able to defeat us?" I asked, just to be sure I wasn't really going crazy like they expected me to. Thor nodded slowly, guilt written all over his face. "Well at least we know one thing now." I said.
"And that is?" Bruce asked, a defeated look already on his face.
"I'm not imagining things?"
[A/N I have heard one thing or another about Loki getting some weapon with help of Thanos (the purple/blue dude you see in the scene after the first credits) in the comic books and coming back to kill them all, but this has nothing to do with that. This is just my imagination running wild.]