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The Truth Chapter Three

There was a knock on Tony's door and he sighed.

"What?!" he shouted, his voice muffled by the pillow. The door opened and Steve Rogers stepped past the threshold of the door.

"I came to check on you," he frowned, "Bruce said you weren't taking the breakup very well."

Tony snorted as Steve moved to sit on the bed and looked at Tony with sympathy.

"What happened? If you don't mind me asking, that is." Steve asked. Tony closed his eyes and exhaled heavily through his nose.

"Steve—"

"If you talk about it you might feel better. C'mon, you know you can tell me anything," Steve urged him. Tony groaned and sat up in the blankets and looked down.

"I… it was a week ago. Pepper was at a late meeting and I had been sponsoring a party that evening. As anyone could have guessed, I was wasted by midnight. And…I brought home some chick that had been flirting me and I, and I—" Tony paused to swipe at his eyes, shooting Steve an "I'm-not-crying, I'm-sweating-through-my-eyes" look. "And I took her up to my room, and Pepper walked in on us having sex. Oh, God, Steve. I'm such a screw up." Tony was sobbing at this point and Steve adjusted so that he could rub soothing circles into Tony's neck.

"I had an amazing, smart, beautiful, and caring girl, and I went and blew it on some slut at a party. What the hell is wrong with me?" Ton shouted into his hands. Steve pulled Tony into his chest and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly.

"Tony… Steve sighed, "There's nothing wrong with you. You just don't always make the best judgments."

Tony continued to cry and his body shook against Steve's. They just sat there for a while until Tony fell asleep in Steve's lap. Steve gently laid Tony down and pulled the comforter over Tony's chest. Without a word he left the room and quietly shut the door.

"Eat up."

A tray was tossed into Loki's cell and the contents spilled onto the floor. A chunk of hard bread, a small jug of water, and a bowl of some sort of gray mush that Loki didn't care to eat anyways. He picked up the water and bread, sitting cross-legged on his mat. The bread and half the water disappeared in a matter of seconds. Loki put the cork back into the opening of the jug and leaned his head against the wall.

His magic had grown considerably overnight, but only because he actually slept the entire night. It had been the first full night of sleep he had gotten in a month. Deciding to just rest and let his magic heal, Loki moved to stretch out on his mat (not that his entire body fit on the mat, but he was going to try and relax anyway). Just as he sat down there were sounds of shouting in the hallway.

Loki stood quickly and pressed against the door, looking out of the small, barred, window and saw several guards walking down the hallway with chains and restraints. "I wonder who the poor fool being bound is." Loki thought and turned to sit back down. Suddenly his door slid open and there were heavy hands on his arms. A metal collar was strapped to his neck and additional chains were attached to his wrists and ankles.

"No running this time," one of the guards mumbled and Loki's heart jumped. He was about to scream when a muzzle similar to the one used on the day of his capture was shoved onto his jaw. They began leading him down the hallway.

"NO! No, no, no, no, no!" Loki's mind raced, "I need more time! I must escape!" He closed his eyes and began scraping together any magic he could find. He tried to for the teleportation spell in his mind. He needed just a little more magic. There was the creaking of a door opening. "If I hadn't of been captured at Stark's infernal tower I wouldn't be in this mess!" Loki's thoughts cut as his arms were tied above his head again, his toes once again just barely touching the floor. "God, please, I just want to escape this place!" Loki needed just a bit more magic, and he nearly had enough as rough hands grasped his hips. Loki's eyes opened wide and he shouted "GOT IT!" through the muzzle, disappearing a split second later.

Tony cracked open one eye and looked at the small clock on his nightstand. It was two in the morning, way too early to be awake. He sighed and flipped over on his side, closing his eyes. There was a loud thump followed by an even louder crash on the floor above him, directly above his room. The bar.

Oh, hell no.

Tony was up in an instant and headed toward the elevator in just a pair of sweat pants. He pressed the button for the sixty-seventh floor and tapped his foot impatiently. There was a "ding" and the doors opened. Tony stepped into the darkness and glanced at what little he could see with the help of his arc reactor.

"Jarvis, who all is in the building right now?" he asked.

"You are the only identifiable person in the building, sir. Although, there is one unidentifiable person on your current floor." His AI informed him.

Tony raised an eyebrow and took a few cautious steps into the room.

"Jarvis, lights." He mumbled. The lights cut on and Tony's gaze moved about the room. He stopped when he saw a lazy puddle of liquor tinged red spreading from behind the bar. The liquor cabinet had been over turned and leaning on the counter of the bar. None of the alcohol had survived. Tony stepped across the puddle and crouched to look under the cabinet.

There was a large amount of broken glass and alcohol, as well as blood. Tony paled when his eyes caught sight of an unmoving body, laying on its side and showing no signs of life. He stood quickly and lifted the cabinet to a standing position. Tony crouched next to the body, his hands ghosting over their ribs. He rolled them over to their back and groaned inwardly.

"C'mon, reindeer games, what have you gotten yourself into now?" It was Loki, looking absolutely terrible and very, very dead. Tony mumbled. He lifted two fingers to Loki's neck to feel for a pulse. After a moments hesitation he pressed them to Loki's neck and felt a faint heartbeat fluttering against the pads of his fingers. He took his fingers away and looked down Loki's body for any injuries. There were quite a few bruises, they were littering Loki's pale skin and were most prominent along his wrists, ankles, and strangely enough, his hips. His hips were where they were darkest, dark blues and purples surrounded vaguely by green and yellow and there were crescents pressed into the flesh from what had to be finger nails. A few more scattered along his face and ribs (a few of which looked broken). There were several lacerations on his arms from what looked like heavy scraps of metal or chains. His face was battered and his lips swollen, and he was extremely skinny, more so than his normal scrawny self.

Tony lifted Loki's head to see if there was any damage along the back of his skull and he stopped instantly when Loki moaned softly in pain. Tony froze to the spot and just looked at Loki as he shifted at Tony's knees. After a moment Loki lifted his head and cracked open his eyes, gazing at his new surroundings. He caught sight of Tony's knees and then his eyes trailed up Tony's body to his eyes. The two just sat there, looking at each other and after a moment Loki set his head down wearily and sighed.

"Go assemble your team of misfits, Stark. The sooner the better," Loki murmured.

Tony raised a curious eyebrow and stood on one knee, pushing his arms up under Loki's knees and the other supporting his shoulders. Loki gasped and wiggled in Tony's grip.

"Stark, put me down this instant!" Loki said angrily.

"Nuh-uh," The billionaire shook his head, "You don't look like you could stand on your own, let alone walk."

Loki yelled weakly and struggled in Tony's arms. The yell turned into a sob, and Loki asked again, much quieter; "Please, Stark, I would really appreciate it if you would let me make my own decisions."

Caught off guard by the gentleness of which Loki spoke, Tony stopped walking and looked down at the god in his arms. Loki met his eyes and Tony was surprised by the rim of tears about to spill from Loki's eyes.

"…Okay. Loki, please. Don't cry." Tony mumbled. He gently tipped his arms and Loki (not so gracefully) slid to the floor. He landed off balance, nearly smacking face-first into the floor and Tony caught his shoulder to steady him. They walked the last three yards to the elevator and Tony pressed the button, it immediately opened. Loki took short, shuffling steps, so the whole ten foot walk into the elevator took all of three minutes. Once they were both inside, Tony pressed the button for the sixty-six floor. Tony stood silently, watching Loki put of the corner of his eye.

The elevator descended down and opened, letting Tony and Loki off on Tony's floor. Tony got two steps out of the elevator before heard a thump behind him. He turned and saw Loki lying on the floor, passed out. Tony kneeled and picked up Loki bridal style, taking him to one of the guest bedrooms and sitting him on the bathroom floor. Tony sighed and plopped down next to Loki on the floor next to Loki.

"Loki…" Tony laughed humorlessly and took a deep breath, "Reindeer Games, what the hell have you gotten yourself into now?"