CHAPTER 8
He stared at me confused until the cold metal of a gun was placed against the back of his neck, "Step away from the bastard, or I'll blow your motherfucking head off". "Hey Nicky, good timing" I said cheerfully as Fury's 15 men came out from behind buildings and trees, all with guns pointing at Loki. I smirked at him, "this was all just a setup".
Slowly, the God turned around, facing the others. Fury and his agents were calm and professional as always, Natasha and I were smirking at each other, and the other Avengers were looking confused and slightly worried. "Drop the knife moron" Fury ordered as two agents grabbed Loki's arm. He turned back to me suddenly, his eyes flashing with anger. "My side of the bargain Stark" he hissed before wedging the knife into my heart. The force of it knocked me off my feet and I fell to the ground as they handcuffed the god. "Loki Laufeyson you are hereby arrested under the charges for trying to take over the world, for killing hundredths of innocent people, for killing SHEILD and government officers. And for tricking us all into thinking that Stark was gone over to the dark side" Fury announced, "you have the right to shut the fuck up, or we'll do it for you". "It doesn't matter" Loki said, complete madness taking over his features, "Tony Stark is dead. That's all I wanted". "Jeasus Rudolf, I swear you've cracked a few ribs there" I said, patting my chest and wincing, "yep. Defiantly broken".
He turned to me in shock, as did the other Avengers, minus Nat, and stared at me. "You...you...But you were DEAD" Loki yelled and I grinned, taking off my jacket to reveal a bullet prove vest. Pulling the knife out, I tapped the black material, "Designed it myself. Pretty awesome right?" He stared for a split second before lunging at me. Thankfully, the SHIELD agents held him back. "And as for the whole back stabbing thing? Yea, didn't really work out" I said, reaching behind and uniting a small bag, showing it to him, "fake blood".
"Your...your...your ALIVE?" He yelled as I took of the back protector, "yep. And in perfect health... Well, except for my hand. That will need stitches. But I should be ok; after all, you did say the poison is only on the point of the blade. So yea, it's looks like I am actually getting off scots free". "Take him" Fury ordered and the two men dragged the furious God away. "I made a promise Stark. And I WILL keep it" he yelled. "Yea yea, keep telling yourself that Reindeer Games. Someday you might believe it" in muttered, walking back over to the Avengers, putting my arm around Nat's waist, "So... Is lunch still on?". They all stared at me amazed, while Natasha just laughed.
"You're... But... Dead... Alive?" Clint stammered and i grinned at him, "yea. About that. You see Fury find out where I was bout two weeks ago. He was sick and tired of me chasing me around the world and said if I found some way to convince him that I wasn't with the crazed god, sorry Thor, that he would drop charges. So Nat and I came up with a plan and well... This is the result... Oh, yea, wait a minute" I said, turning to the five men Natasha had shot dead, snapping my fingers and whistling "Guys, come on. Shows over. Thank you and good work". They all stumbled to their feet, removing their armour, unharmed and healthy. Grinning in thanks at them, I turned back to the others, "as you were saying?" "...I need a drink" Clint muttered. "Good, great, drinks all around. Hey, Banner, you got a needle? I got thread. And there we go. Instant stitches. As I was saying, I know this great pizzeria. Around the corner. Open 24/7" I said cheerfully, wrapping a cloth around my hand as we started walking, the others stunned into silence.