"Loki?"
"GO AWAY!" Loki ate the spoonful of peanut butter, savouring the sweet sticky mess before another roll of tears fell down his cheeks. Jane beat her fist on the door again, her hand was burning red but she continued to smash herself into the metal.
"Loki please, I'm your friend!" He threw his head back, enjoying the strong jolt that shot through his body when his head collided with the wall. He bit back the anger, unable to find good reason to his terrible mood. "Hey Smith..." He jumped at how solid Jane's voice was now, his head shot forward, his eyes widening as she stood in front of him. "I copied your key a long time ago, don't act so surprised." She dropped her green bag, and quickly she walked to his side. His eyes didn't leave hers as she sat down, drawing her knee's to her chest like Loki. She kept her hands on her lap almost nervously. "Want to talk about it?" He shook his head, digging the spoon into the jar.
"I-I-"
"Hey, if you don't want to talk you don't have too." Loki shook his head again, shoving the spoon in his mouth and eating the sticky substance. "…So many carbohydrates-"
"I don't care any more…" He murmured loudly, unable to lift his tongue from the food.
"At this rate, smoking would be a healthier option, that and running." Loki laughed sadly. He offered the spoon to her and she took it, cautiously taking the thin scrapes of the yellow mess. He watched her as she ate, even though she was sad, her eyes were showing care he had never noticed before. Jane was as much his friend and Tony was, and this fact had only just dawned on him.
"…I think I want to talk now." She nodded, lowering the jar onto the floor with the spoon inside. She didn't think twice as she grabbed his free hand, her thumb running over his knuckles. She wrapped her other arm around his shoulders, rubbing his naked arm reassuringly. Loki opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly his chest began to heat up, not the warm, comforting kind either. It was slowly eating its way outwards, taking its time and numbing his limbs with the heat. Just as it reached his fingers, it became bitterly cold and Tony's thoughts rushed to his brain. He took a moment to decode the thousand angry ideas just to get one clear word and when he did, he choked on his breathe. His heart flew up to his throat, his skin dropped below freezing and he couldn't breathe and ended up coughing. "..Loki?" He stood up a little too quickly when she spoke, the junk food dropped off his lap as he hurled himself into his room. "Um, Honey?" Loki fell through the door, pulling on his coat and a pair of shoes with great speed.
"Something's wrong, something's really, really wrong." He struggled through the doorway with only one foot and no arms available.
"I'll drive you."
"No don't worry, I'll get there quicker on my own." He ignored her questionable gaze as he jumped past her and opened the door, looking back on her when she coughed politely. "Where are you going?" She ruffled the coat on her thin body, her eyes small and her face serious.
"Stark's house, something's bad happened."
"How do you know?"
"I can…I can just, feel it." He jumped towards her, pressing his lips to her head, for a brief second her arms curled around him, pulling him close.
"Good luck."
"I'll need it."