I'm halfway through the "AVENGERS HORROR STORY" because a lot of people are in favor of it. The title is "The Unforgiving." :D I shall post it soon, so please be patient and wait for it. :D Thank you for your feedback's and hope to see you there!
PS: There will be no pairings in this story, except ClinTasha? I dunno. xD I'm sorry for the confusion about my last question.
WARNING: Sexual Abuse, Trauma.
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Chapter 24 – Bound by Need
"You've made such a big mistake." He told himself as he eyed the tesseract. "Stupid, stupid—"
He stood there, looking at it.
"What do I do with you?" Loki questioned.
Touch it.
His mind kept telling him.
Take it.
He knew it was a wrong decision the moment he stepped foot out of the infirmary. The regret clawed at him every now and then, and he wanted to go back to Thor. It was very late in the evening, and it would do no good to cause mischief. Loki decided a little too late, and quickly headed to the exit, and hoped to play the innocent one if there were questions that lead towards him.
Walking down the hall, Loki noticed how eerie the feeling was.
Loki felt that he should just teleport back to the infirmary room. He didn't know how far he was from his brother, but he knew that walking all the way there would eventually get him caught.
"Loki."
He froze, forgetting his trail of thoughts.
"You still don't know the meaning of obedient."
He knew that tone anywhere.
"Do you, Loki?"
The Other always said his name whenever he was serious, and only did he call him names when he was playing around. So Loki feared this tone more than the other names he was called. Whore, Princeling, Child, pet, all of those did not scare him as much as his own name coming out from the Other's lips.
"You?" Loki's lips quivered.
He turned around to find the Chitauri standing in the middle of the hallway. His cape draped neatly around him, showing the dark dried up blood at the end, down to his feet. Loki felt his whole body betray him, and his mind flow back into those horrors.
"What are you doing out this late?" The Other asked. "Alone— and not with your brother?"
"I don't answer to you."
"Talking back now? Why? Did you suddenly gain bravery with your time with the mortals? I've seen the way they think. They merely pity you— they don't truly care."
"Leave me alone." He hissed.
With all sense of logic gone, Loki bolted to the other hallway, moving farther and farther away from the infirmary. Loki did not notice that the Other was grinning. He started walking a few moments later when Loki turned to the corner. The Other laughed happily and murmured…
"I would not go there if I were you."
Loki realized a little too late when he was jumped from behind and tackled to the ground. Loki felt the body press against him with desire, and Loki's panic rose. Loki couldn't move as a hand almost as big as Thor's muffled his mouth, and a leg dug to his spine completely pinning Loki down.
He clawed at the metal on the ground, feeling weird at the weight pressed against him, allowing him to recall all those harsh memories that happened to him with the Chitauri. They said it was trauma and he had it worst.
"You finally got him, Tuck."
"Wasn't that hard."
Loki felt anger boil inside of him, and pushed his arms up from the floor and managed to get out of Tucker's grip. Loki swiftly turned on his knees and back handed Tucker to the wall. Cordell ran to take Loki down, but Loki was already running far ahead.
Loki meant to call for help, but was stopped when he saw the Other, standing neatly at the end of the hall. Again, he froze to a stop and yelled out in frustration.
"What do you want from me?!"
Suddenly, Loki was wrestled to the ground and put on his back by Cordell.
"Get off me!" Loki shouted.
"Comply, Loki." The Other smirked. "It will be easier this way."
"GET OFF!"
"Stop fighting it."
"I said—" He glared. "Get off me!"
Loki kicked as hard as he could and sent the man propelling towards the ceiling with a loud crash. Cordell's back hit first and gravity took its toll as he landed painfully on his front. Loki pushed himself up to run, but Tucker ran behind Cordell and caught him again.
"Can you not see he is playing with you?" Loki voiced out.
"They do not obey you, Loki."
"LISTEN—"
"Shut up." Tucker said.
Before Loki could wrestle the man off him, Tucker stabbed the needle on his neck. It was sharp and it pierced straight through the skin, sending the dark liquid inside of him with one push.
"Ow." Loki winced and stopped moving. "What—?"
The syringe fell on the floor, empty.
"This outta take care of you, sweetheart." Tucker grinned.
"What did you—?"
"How are you feeling?"
"What did you do to me?" Loki groaned, feeling nauseous all of a sudden.
"Just a precaution."
"Oh Loki, look at you." The Other licked his lips. "I am sure the sight of you will bring joy to the Chitauri."
Tucker backed away and sat on the ground next to him. Loki turned his body to lie on his back and curled himself up slightly and covered the needle mark. Loki felt the heat forming inside his body and his vision blurred a little as he stared at the ceiling.
"Why?" He groaned.
"Trust me. It's for your own good."
Loki could vaguely see Tucker pulling him up to sit, and Loki found himself in the arms of his captor. Loki's face was pressed on the man's chest and his arms clutched on either side of Tucker's shoulders. Loki wanted no more than to push his body away from Tucker and punch him on the face, but the man had his arm looped around him.
"Just a precaution." He repeated, raising a handcuff.
"You sure that'll keep him from breaking it?" Cordell asked. "We've seen Thor do worse—"
"I know what I'm doing."
Tucker pulled Loki's wrists together and placed them in the tight damaging handcuff, and from there, Loki could see the lustfulness radiating off of him. Loki wanted to kill him desperately.
He was already in Loki's lists of who to kill next.
Loki turned to the side to see the Other, who was invisible to the eyes of the Hydra Agents, but visible to him. The Other leaned neatly on the wall, enjoying his misery.
"H—hate y—you." Loki panted.
"I can't say the same to you, I like you." Tucker laughed and turned to Cordell. "You okay back there, man?"
"I think I broke a rib or something." Cordell stood up.
"You're fine."
"Yeah, I was exaggerating for the kink of it. I fucking broke something man." He rolled his eyes. "Asshole kicked the hell out of me."
"They didn't see that in the feed, did they?" Tucker questioned, trying to keep Loki to stay sitting. "I mean—"
"I had it on loop."
"Good." Tucker cupped Loki's jaw with one hand and stared into his dazed eye. "I think it's working Cord. His eyes are dilating and he's a little limp at the moment. I think it worked."
"You sure?" Cordell asked.
"Let me check." Tucker pecked Loki's lips, and Loki scowled. "Yeah, I think so."
"Go to Hel." Loki hissed, trying to push.
"Sure thing," He laughed. "Hey Cord, I think some of his strength is gone. I think it's suppressing his magic or something."
"Good, we should go." Cordell said. "Before anyone finds us with him."
"It's 2 in the morning." Tucker grinned, leaning closer. "No one will know."
"Get away." Loki pushed, wincing at the tightness of the cuffs. "Stay away from me!"
"No can do."
Tucker lifted Loki onto his lap, allowing Loki's legs to open and fall on either side of his waist. Tucker brought Loki's bound hands to his chest to stay there while he brought his own hands to Loki's waist with a bruising grip.
He smiled at him.
"Don't— you— dare—" Loki panted.
"I dare."
"I'm… going to— kill you."
"I'd like to see you try, sweetheart."
Tucker locked his lips with Loki, who froze, eyes widened at the touch. Tucker pushed his tongue inside, roaming Loki's mouth as his hand went to massage Loki's thigh. Loki fidgeted and gripped Tucker's clothes in panic as Tucker massaged his tongue over Loki's. Loki tried to push, but was stuck in the position.
"Such desires." The Other laughed. "This is better than any punishment for you in this world, Loki. Such greed and selfishness from one man. Remember the Chitauri? They had you begging... and screaming and I cannot wait until this man alone does those things to you."
Shut up.
Loki wanted to comment, but the sound was muffled and turned to a moan.
"You're disgusting, Tuck." Cordell shook his head. "Damn alien should be killed, not pampered.
Loki moaned, not because of Tucker, who enjoyed the sound, but because of the painful heat that still remained in his body. It was like a virus, attacking his immune system, making his body weaker than normal. The heat was unbearable, making his body shake uncontrollably.
Tucker mistook it for pleasure, and Loki wanted to rip his head off once he was done.
Loki was almost human.
Of course, Tucker wouldn't stop his advances, and meant to take Loki there and then. He gave time for Loki to breathe, making Loki pant harder than normal. He felt so weak because of the drug, and he wanted to die. Loki knew he was suicidal, but now wasn't the time. Tucker suddenly grabbed Loki's hair and tugged, pushing into another bruising kiss.
Loki had enough— and bit him hard.
"OOW!" Tucker backed away.
"Disgusting!" Loki stuck his tongue out to spit. "Insensitive—"
"Y-ash-ole!" Tucker pushed Loki forward, sending him toppling to the ground.
"Se—serves you right." Loki wiped his mouth tiredly.
"Cord, hand me another syringe." Tucker reached out. "I think he still has enough strength to run."
Tucker was now looming on top of him again, hand gripping his handcuffs tightly and pulled him up to sit, putting him back on his lap again. Loki saw them exchange the syringe, and Loki eyed it with fear. Tucker just grinned at him and shushed him, all while the Other stayed silent and watching.
Why were the touches so painful?
Was it because of the strange liquid?
"Why are you doing this?" Loki fearfully questioned. "I didn't do anything to either of you!"
"Like we always say, it's nothing personal. Hydra wants you." Cordell answered for him. "The Other wants you. It's not important anymore who wants you. You're a goldmine of the unknown. Magic and knowledge... and all that jazz."
"Well, I want you." Tucker winked.
"Burn in Hel." Loki hissed.
"You're a tough one, I like them when they fight."
He immediately stabbed Loki's neck with the syringe and pumped the strange liquid inside of him again, making Loki groan as the heat intensified. Loki's head dropped to Tucker's shoulder, unable to balance himself anymore.
He suddenly fell limp on top of him.
"I'm going to get used to this." Tucker breathed down Loki's neck. "Come on, get up."
Loki could barely get on his feet as Tucker pulled himself up to stand. Loki's entire body shook, and his knees were ready to give out. The handcuff on his wrists were shaking along with him, creating that annoying noise. Tucker was a big man, quite as tall as Thor and managed to take all of Loki's weight with him.
"Shh—" Tucker grinned. "I have you."
"I'm... going to... kill you." Loki slurred, vision blurring.
"You can still try, sweetheart."
Tucker was now moving back to the room where the tesseract was, and Loki was lagging right beside him. Cordell was about to help, but Tucker wanted to lavish the moment, telling him that they had plenty of time to get what they needed. Of course, the Other was not far behind, listening in on the conversation.
"I own you, for now." Tucker pulled Loki closer.
"You're insane." Cordell said. "Why did I partner up with you?"
"Cause you love me?"
"We should go."
"You're not even denying it, Cord."
"Shut the hell up and let me work." Cordell grunted. "Keep your boy toy in check."
"My boy toy is in check." Tucker shook Loki a little, who groan from nausea. "I'm not taking any chances on his escape."
"Doubt it."
"Why?"
"Can't you see him, Tuck?" Cordell stopped for a moment. "You have him breathing on your shoulder, literally."
"If you're scared, then give me another syringe." He stretched a hand out.
"You've given him two."
"So?"
"A third one might kill him, Tuck." Cordell handed the syringe to him.
"Fine, I'll just keep it." He took it and stashed it into his jacket. "Let's keep walking."
Loki felt his stomach churn as the nausea kept hitting him. He ended up leaning closer to Tucker rather than pushing away from him. Loki's feet won't obey him and was stuck in following. Loki closed his eyes as he leaned heavily on the man for support. Tucker had his hand to Loki's waist, lavishing the thought of Loki clinging on to him.
The Other was now influencing more of his desires to surface, because it was a good thing to freak Loki out.
It would make it easier for the Other.
"Tesseract, right?" Cordell stopped and pointed at the other end of the hallway.
"Yeah. We take that, and Loki, and send it to Earth."
"Run it by me again, Tuck."
"It'll make sure that Shield focuses on Loki's escape, and they won't have time to watch the next movie. Besides, if we don't get him out of here and cause a distraction, they'll just end up looking for a way to find out more about Hydra."
"Sitwell's gone." Cordell blurted out.
"What?"
"Interrogated."
"And you only tell me now, Cord?"
"Didn't think it was important. He didn't rat us out yet."
"Good."
"And tell me what happens to us, Tuck, now that Sitwell's been caught?"
"We go with Loki." Tucker shook Loki slightly. "Hey, you awake?"
"Go to Hel." Loki slurred.
"Yeah thanks sweetheart." Tucker turned to Cordell. "We leave him and the tesseract along with the Other so they could get the hell out of here. Then we come back to Shield and they'll probably figure out a way to return to our own world eventually."
"Where?"
"An abandoned warehouse somewhere in New york, I dunno!"
"We're over central park, Tuck."
"So?"
"There's no warehouse nearby."
"Would you stop contradicting me?" Tucker hissed. "We're close to the tesseract, alright? Allow Loki to be the distraction, making them think he stole the tesseract instead of us, and then he goes to Earth and bam, everyone gets what he wants."
"Whatever, you ass."
Loki had enough and started pushing at Tucker weakly.
Tucker had no time for games and pinned Loki to the nearest wall and planted his hand on either side of Loki's waist. He dug his fingernails and threatened Loki harshly, making him cringe.
"Such a child in need of attention." The Other whispered to Tucker's ear. "Teach him a lesson he will never forget. Make him fear you."
"I overheard that you were a minor." Tucker nibbled Loki's ear.
"Not a child—" Loki panted.
"What's your term?" He lowered his head and licked Loki's shoulders. "Young adult?"
"Get off me."
"You're fucking sick." Cordell said to Tucker. "Hurry up. You wanted this done, and you're the one who's delaying us. At least get a damn room and get it over with so I don't have to watch your shit."
"Can't, but you're right—" Tucker began to make a mark on Loki's neck.
Sucking and biting.
Making his claim.
"Keep your mouth off me." Loki breathed, turning a little red.
"Like it?"
"Far from— it."
"I can do more to you later, Loki."
"Shut— up." Loki panted.
"You're panting. Don't tell me you don't like it when your body does." Tucker laughed. "And don't start telling me it's the drug."
But it was the drug.
"I like it when they tremble." Tucker snickered.
Unable to fight back, Loki closed his eyes.
"I hate— all— of you."
Loki's knees gave out and Tucker thought Loki passed out, but No.
Loki was still awake. He was just unable to keep his balance anymore. Tucker laughed and pulled Loki up, who grunted in annoyance at how he was being manhandled and submissively put into place. How utterly embarrassing for a prince to end up this way, nothing but a common whore for those who wanted him, as if he wasn't already punished enough.
"The drug is working like a dream." Tucker said.
"You better carry him so he won't slow us down." Cordell said. "You—"
All of a sudden, Cordell was hit with electricity that came from the vents and was knocked unconscious. When he landed on the floor, there was a blunt arrow attached behind him. Tucker pushed Loki to the wall, and took his gun out.
Loki slid downward, head lowered as his whole body ached.
"Show yourself!" Tucker shouted.
Suddenly, the vent from above was knocked down and Clint dropped.
"Step away from the kid." Clint pointed his arrow at him.
"Agent Barton." Tucker said pointing his gun at him. "Nice to see you drop by, quite literally."
"No time for games."
"Not playing."
"So you're part of Hydra too." Clint laughed. "Never saw it coming, but hell— I'm going to enjoy blowing your brains out of your skull."
"Where's your partner? Romanov? I'd like to get some of the ass."
"You better take that back."
"Why?"
"Trust me."
Suddenly, Natasha dropped down from the ceiling right behind Tucker. She stood up calmly and perfectly executed the thigh choke and immediately tangled her body around him effectively sending him to the ground. Clint just smirked and laughed.
"Told you so."
"What?" She raised an eyebrow.
"I think I win our argument that the vents were easier to use." Clint chuckled.
"I'll never understand your logic." Natasha turned to Loki.
"Yeah," Clint radioed in and said, "All Clear."
"Loki?" Natasha knelt beside him. "Loki?"
"Is he okay?"
"I don't know, Clint."
"Nat, I think he's sick."
"Loki, are you alright?"
"Take the handcuff off him. Here."
Clint called for her and handed the key from the handcuff that came from Tucker's back pocket to her. Natasha took it with thanks and unlocked it for him. Loki was too stressed out to even form a proper thank you. He was dazed and he wanted no more than to throw up and lie on the bed. Loki groaned painfully, all while rubbing his pained wrists.
"You've been through a lot this day, haven't you?" Clint chuckled sadly. "—first was that incident at the cafeteria, the movie, and now this. You must be some bad luck feline."
"Did they touch you?" Natasha intervened.
Loki blinked a few times.
"Yeah, that guy was all over you." Clint said. "We needed to get a clearer shot, but at least that's done and over with. What are you doing so late at night and alone too?"
Loki lifted his gaze and realized the Other was gone. Too shocked and too tired to talk, Loki just shrugged at Clint, who accepted the answer anyway. Natasha went from a mother hen to a lunatic with a quest for vengeance when she rummaged through the Hydra Agent's belongings.
"Oh no," Natasha lifted a syringe from the floor and showed it to Clint. "Project 48."
"What's that?" Clint said.
"Loki, did they inject you with this?" Natasha asked, and Loki merely nodded. "We have to get him to the medical team, stat. We don't know what this is doing to him."
"You mean they infected him with a live virus?"
"It has Shield's logo on it." She glared. "That means they took it straight from the lab."
"HEELLPPP!"
All three of them turned to the hallway.
In panic, Loki pushed himself up to stand but leaned heavily against the wall. From the end of the hall, Tony was running towards them with nothing but a phone in his hand and three Agents on his tail. Clint just looked at him as if he was insane while Natasha looked as if she was used to it. Loki was just downright confused.
Why were they all awake at 2 in the morning?
"Stark." Clint pointed his arrow at them.
"ROMANOV!" Tony shouted. "GET YOUR ASS KICKING LEGS OVER HERE!"
A bullet went past Tony and hit the fire extinguisher on the wall. Loki wanted to run and head back to Thor, but his body was so heavy and warm, that it was too painful to even move or think. Whatever the drug was, it was fully effective.
"What did you do to annoy them?"
Clint shot an arrow that tasered all of them, sending them to the ground.
"Thanks." Tony slumped forward.
Clint walked over to the three Agents, and one of them was about to wake up so soon, that Clint lifted his feet and knocked him on the head so he'd stay unconscious. Clint took their guns away and threw it to the side where they couldn't reach it.
"Spill." Natasha crossed her arms.
"I— I ran into Hydra." Tony breathed. "I didn't think it was them, and I overheard them talking and my mouth just lost control."
"Sounds like you." Clint smirked.
"Shut up."
"Tony, they hit Loki with Project 48." Natasha said. "Did you see anything about this in the database? You've hacked into it before, right?"
"I hacked a little into the database, but I didn't see any Project 48." Tony answered. "Maybe it's more in a secure server rather than the normal firewalls Shield has. Why, is it that bad?"
Loki started to pant loudly, unable to control his shaking.
"Well, we need to get Loki back to the infirmary." She sighed. "You take him. We'll handle it down here. We already have Hill on the line."
"Yeah." Clint nodded.
"Hey." Tony walked over to Loki, and looked into his eye. "Damn, you look horrible, buddy. Come on, we're getting you back to your brother."
"N—never knew you three were f—friends." Loki panted as Tony pulled him to walk, but slumped heavily on him.
"Shit," Tony cursed at the weight. "Okay, we're getting along well, but not exactly friends."
"I d—doubt it."
"I'll explain why we're so awake this late at night, but later."
"It hurts." Loki slumped to the ground.
"Guys, I can't carry him." Tony turned to the two, trying to round up the bad guys. "He's too tall. I can carry anything with his weight but he's just too tall for me. And he isn't cooperating too well."
"You're only a few inches smaller." Clint tied the three Agents that chased after Tony.
"Where does it hurt, Loki?" Natasha walked forward.
"Neck and," He answered. "Everywhere."
"How do you feel?"
"Warm."
"I need to call for backup." Natasha said and phoned Hill, walking to the corner. "Hill—"
"Hurts." Loki groaned.
"Stop whining." Tony said. "We'll get you help."
"They stabbed me with an unknown chemical, and you tell me to stop whining." Loki panted. "You are so— self-centered— and abusive."
"Sorry, my mouth wanders when I panic."
"I called Hill," Natasha said. "Backup will arrive soon—"
Tucker groggily woke up and noticed that Cordell was also awake, pretending to be knocked out. They were trained for these kinds of weapons, and it was never that easy to knock out an opponent that has training, even if it is two trained assassins. Their weapons weren't fit to kill, they were only meant to harm. While the Avengers were distracted, Tucker winked at Cordell, who was ready to take out one of the grenades.
Loki noticed and was too late to call it out.
"Wait!" Loki screamed.
Tucker pushed himself to his feet and as soon as Natasha spun on her heel, Tucker stabbed the needle on her neck and pumped a small amount of liquid inside her. Clint ran to tackle Tucker, but Cordell had already set off the gas grenade and smoked out the whole hallway.
"NATASHA!" Clint shouted.
He was fighting blindly this time.
And Natasha screamed.
"STARK, GET LOKI OUT OF HERE!" Clint shouted at him. "NOW!"
Natasha managed to kick Tucker out of the way, but felt the liquid burn inside of her, making her drop to the ground like a fly from a spray can. Tony had pulled Loki with all his might and dragged him into a painful run, out of the hallway and into an elevator.
"You're just going to leave them?!" Loki shouted.
"I don't have my suit!" Tony ran. "And I'm not trained for this!"
When Clint shot his arrow blindly, he didn't know where he hit. The smoke was too thick, and he knew that he never missed when he had his target, but Natasha was already down for the count.
"Natasha?" He called.
"Down here." She croaked.
There were footsteps on the other end of the hall and the hallway cleared from the smoke.
"PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" Hill shouted, gun pointed.
"Hill!" Clint shouted. "It's us!"
"Damn it."
The smoke cleared at the right time and showed Natasha lying on the ground, clutching her neck, looking sickly, pale and sweating. Clint hovered beside her while an arrow imbedded on the floor where Tucker and Cordell were. Now, Tucker and Cordell were just gone.
"You four," She ordered the Shield Agents. "Lock those three up and set them up for immediate interrogation."
"What happened here?" Hill walked over and knelt to the two of them.
"Took you long enough."
"Interrogation for Sitwell, we have him locked up." She said, explaining a lot. "Is she—?"
"I don't know." Clint breathed. "Nat?"
"Clint—?"She coughed loudly, panting and gasping for breath.
"They stabbed her with the same syringe they stabbed at Loki." Clint said. "It's called Project 48."
"Oh no." Hill palmed her face.
"Why?"
"This is bad, Barton."
"I don't know what that means, but fuck this, you can't let Natasha die."
"I knew this was a bad idea." Hill stood up and phoned the medical team.
"Hill?" Clint called.
She was busy phoning orders.
"Give me an immediate medical team on floor 12 and immediate standby on level 14, stat! Code red, I repeat, this is Code red! —It's Natasha Romanov— No injury— she was pumped with Project 48. I need the chem team on standby with a working cure— I don't— I don't care just work on it!"
"Shit." Clint pulled Natasha closer.
"Hurry." She said, eying the some Shield Agents headed with a stretcher. "We can't lose her—"
"Stark and Loki?" Clint asked as they took Natasha.
"I'm getting Fury on the line to find them." Hill said. "From now on, no more secrets."
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Loki felt his knees give out as his magic flared. He wanted to teleport to Thor, but he had to pry Tony away from him first. Tony was reluctant to let him go, and they were in the elevator, so when Loki's magic blasted, Tony wasn't prepared.
It was like being hit with a truck.
Tony was brought to his knees at the same time Loki collapsed beside him. Tony palmed his face and groaned painfully, not used to the idea of getting his molecules transported all over the place from one area to another. Tony eyed Loki, lying there in pain, almost dead to the world.
"What the—?" Tony crawled over to him. "Hey! Don't be dead you hear me!"
"Hmm... ugh..."
"Loki?"
"Quiet—" Loki coughed.
"You didn't tell me you can teleport."
"Don't have to."
"My suit." Tony pushed himself up to his feet and went to his suit. "You brought us over to the lower decks near the turbine. That's good. Now I can suit up."
And he did—All covered in red and gold.
"I want my brother." Loki turned to his side to sit up. "Please just—"
"Hey you're fine. We're going to get you there."
"Thor—"
"I'm trying, let me contact him." Tony shut the helmet of his suit and knelt to Loki. "Jarvis, contact Thor for me."
There was static in his helmet.
"I'm sorry Sir, but we've been cut from his signal."
"How?" Tony questioned.
"We have no access to the feeds in the infirmary room, Sir, but I can assure you that Mr. Odinson is already on the move along with the other avengers."
"Natasha?"
"She is brought to the medical team, Sir."
"Shit." He cursed. "So whatever was injected to Loki is far worse for her."
Suddenly there was more static.
"Hello, Stark." A voice sounded in his helmet.
Totally not Jarvis.
"What the hell?"
An image appeared at the side, indicating the same man that was knocked out earlier. The same man who stabbed Natasha and brought her to the ground with one swipe. Tony felt anger rage inside of him as he gritted his teeth.
"What do you want?"
"You better hand him over to us, Stark." Tucker said through the speakers. "He's mine."
"I don't see any claim on him."
"Check his neck, I left a mark."
Tony turned to Loki, who sat there dazed and unmoving. That indicated that Loki wasn't paying attention to him. Tony could faintly see a pink mark on Loki's neck, signifying the mark. Tony shook his head and turned his attention to the man on the screen of his helmet.
"Loki, this guy is hitting on you."
"Shut up." Loki said, slowly losing consciousness.
"We're getting the tesseract and Loki, one way or another—!"
Tucker was cut from the signal.
And Tony didn't know how.
It just happened.
"Shit." Tony cursed. "Jarvis contact Fury."
"What do you want?" Fury shouted. "Romanov's down for the count— where the hell are you?"
"Lower deck, near turbines. No time to explain." He breathed. "Hydra knocked out your security. They're not very smart people. Look, they know what you're doing and they probably know about Sitwell. They're limiting your feeds."
"I figured as much. I already have a team heading towards them." Fury replied. "What else?"
"The tesseract is—"
"Missing." He gritted his teeth. "We checked. They probably have it with them."
Loki flinched when Fury emphasized the word...
Tesseract.
Loki looked a little guilty, but Tony could care less about that.
"Look, I need the Avengers in on this to find them and get the tesseract back! You have Loki on your ass. Now get him back to his Norse god brother so we could search the whole area. They can't run from us in such a tight space, it'll be an easy find. They're only just human."
"Got it."
"Hurry up." Fury hung up.
"I'm going to my brother." Loki pushed himself up to stand, but Tony stopped him halfway.
"What are you going to do, limp or crawl there?"
"Teleport there—"
"You don't know where you'll end up in." Tony shook him, making Loki dizzier. "You don't remember the last time you did that, which was a few minutes ago!"
"Stop that!" Loki closed his eyes.
"Look, you're not going anywhere. I'll take you to Thor just—"
"I don't care!"
"We care, Loki!"
"Let me go, Stark!"
"I'm not letting you run off!"
"I SAID… LET GO!"
Suddenly, Loki's magic flared and they were pulled into a blinding green light and appeared somewhere.
Soon there was darkness above and lights below.
They were falling.
"YOU ASS! I WAS TRYING TO HELP YOU AND YOU TELEPORT US OUTSIDE!?" Tony shouted, as he tumbled downward with great speed. "ARE YOU INSANE!?"
"I regret it!" Loki shouted falling next to him. "I REGRET IT!"
"You're the self-centered one!"
"My magic isn't working, Stark! DO SOMETHING!"
"JARVIS THRUSTERS NOW." Tony was saved, but Loki was still falling. "SHIT SHIT! LOKI!"
"STAAARKK!" Loki felt everything swallow him up.
And the world seemed to stop.
I could have done it, Father!
Ba—dump.
The darkness and the light—
For you! FOR ALL OF US!
Ba—dump.
It was so familiar.
No, Loki.
Loki felt his heart stop for a moment, and his eyes closed.
"Shit!" Tony dove down to Loki, who was plummeting fast towards central park. "Jarvis, put all the power on the thrusters and let me aim at him so I could catch him properly."
"Already done, Sir."
Tony dove faster and went under Loki and pushed himself up. He was able to grab Loki bridal style, who desperately and limply clung to his neck as the wind picked up. Tony got them to fly safely over central park and was glad that they were alive and it was night time.
Nobody saw them.
If they did, they'd mistake him for a shooting star.
"Jarvis, contact Fury." Tony said as they hovered over the park. "Tell them we're in central park."
"I cannot contact them Sir." Jarvis replied.
"Why not?"
"Mr. Loki's magic damaged some of my system."
"Shit." Tony cursed. "Then locate the Helicarrier so I can bring Loki back up there."
"Most of my systems are damaged Sir."
"So what the hell is working?" Tony gently lowered his suit to the ground.
"The thrusters, repulsors blasts, damage indicators and environmental observing unit and many others are working. Only the tracking system and signals are completely fried. And our battery is low."
"GREAT! What do we do?"
"I suggest you tend to your guest first, Sir."
"Right…"
Tony sighed and eyed Loki, who still clung limply onto him while he carried him Bridal style. Tony rolled his eyes and walked to a nearby tree and tried to look at the Helicarrier. All he could see was darkness. There was no light, no sign of the turbine, no reflection, just the plain night sky surrounded by buildings on the sides.
Nothing.
Tony dropped his head and stared at Loki, who looked like he was having trouble breathing. Tony walked slowly this time, trying to make out what Loki was planning, but there wasn't anything. Tony continued to walk to the tree in his mechanical suit and raised his helmet for him to see Loki better.
"Loki, you can let go now." Tony smiled. "You're fine."
Silence.
"Loki?"
Now he was worried.
"Hey, buddy." He murmured. "You okay? Talk to me."
Tony placed him gently on the clean cut grass and allowed him to lean back on the tree. Tony backed away got out of the Iron Man suit for a moment and allowed it to stand there. Tony sighed as he stared at Loki, who was slightly unmoving apart from the shaking. So Tony, being the nice guy that he was, took off his jacket and kindly walked over to Loki.
He pulled Loki forward and draped the jacket around him, before allowing Loki to lean back on the tree. Loki accepted the jacket and clung onto it like a lifeline, indicating that Loki could understand him even if he was panting harshly, and shaking.
"There, not so cold." Tony smiled. "Even though you don't get cold much."
Loki's eyes were still closed, and Tony was starting to worry.
"Open your eyes Reindeer games." Tony said pleadingly. "You better teleport us right back to the Helicarrier because Jarvis' signals are down. Loki?"
"Can't— ha—" Loki panted.
"What?"
Loki breathed heavily, clutching the jacket tightly around him.
"I can't— breathe."
"Oh no."
Loki was pale, shivering slightly and taking in a lot of air.
"Loki, that's bad for you." Tony said when he realized. "Don't have a panic attack—okay? Trust me on this— who am I kidding—? You're already having one. I know how it feels, just— just in and out. Okay? It's not so bad. Calm down. I'm— I'm right here— okay?"
He was so bad at this.
"F—fa—falling." Loki panted.
And Tony realized that it all started when Loki fell.
So no wonder Loki was panicking.
"Shh…. It's fine." Tony patted him on the head. "Just— we're fine."
And Loki continued to pant.
"Bro—ther."
"I'll bring you back to Thor." He said. "One way or another."
"To— ny."
"Just stop talking." Tony frowned. "Close your eyes, I'll stay awake. Just hang on."
"Hurts." Loki winced painfully. "Warm."
"I know, Project 48 they said." He squeezed Loki's shoulder gently.
"Hu—rts."
"Just hang on. Don't die on me."
Tony had a very sick young god on his hands and he had nothing but the suit. He could fly over the Helicarrier but what good will it do but get them killed when it fails. Loki was in desperate need of medical attention, yet he can't bring him to the hospital because last time he checked, they were movie characters.
"Why does everything have to be difficult?"
Tony looked at Loki, still looking pale and sickly.
"Guess we're stuck together."
Tony looked above to find the Helicarrier, but he still couldn't see anything. There were just some bright lights all around them, and nothing but dark skies. You can't even see the stars in New York thanks to the light.
And Tony wondered…
How long will they notice that they're missing until it's too late?
oOo
TBC…
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I'll post "The Unforgiving" soon.
You'll enjoy me tormenting them with horror.