This story is going to get a lot more graphic, but since I hadn't put up enough trigger warning on in the description I decided to not go too much into detail this time. The last (third) section has things that may be triggering.

Despite his efforts, Loki had repeated the names of the patients of Ward M in his head over and over. He had gone to his empty apartment that night and just lay in bed thinking about strange looking ward. His apartment was still empty, just boxes of his clothes and some books he didn't remember reading. The neighborhood was quiet enough and the few people he had seen looked friendly. When he woke the next morning, he bolted up from a nightmare he couldn't recall and got dressed for work.

The day was slow and even as he dealt with more and more patients he couldn't get his mind off of the names Fury had given him. Feeling like no one wanted him to know what was there drove him towards it, and he slipped out of the ward he was working in to go take another look at it. He did not expect one of the patients to come in front of the door. It was logical though, common hours allowed the patients to walk around and if one wanted to walk near the door, no one would stop them.

Still, he did not expect the man to look the way he did. He was a bit older than Loki but attractive, his eyes were sharp and focused on the ground, even in their anger. He walked back and forth and Loki took a step closer to see him better. He felt the air rush out of his lungs as the man turned to him and a look of recognition washed over his face. The man said something, more to himself than to Loki, then he said it again, banging his fist on the door, and Loki wanted to get closer to hear him. He moved to take another step. "Stop!" he heard a shrill voice and someone grabbed his arm. She smiled at him, like he had made some kind of mistake. "Don't encourage him, dear" she said and began to pull him away. He turned his head back to the man for a last time and swore that the man was saying his name.

"Who is he?" He asked her, tugging his arm out of her hand once they were in another hall, not liking how she was handling him.

"Was" she corrected him, her face still holding that fake smile from before. "He was Tony Stark, an engineer for a weapon's company." She told him and looked at her pager as it buzzed but didn't move from in front of Loki. She pocketed the pager again and looked at him. "He's one of the more unstable cases, so don't let him startle you." He furrowed his brow.

"He didn't, I was just curious." He stood tall, looking down at the woman with distaste. She kept the fake smile and it irritated him even more.

"Curiosity isn't good in this job." She told him. "Neither is leaving your post." she tilted her head to the side with a condescending smile. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone." She promised. "But you'd better go back." He squared his jaw, knowing he was in her hands.

"Thank you." He managed and began to walk down the hall towards his own ward. As he took the turn onto another hall, he could see her still watching him.

It took both Thor and Bruce to grab Tony and pull him back to the couch. "It was him!" He yelled at them as he saw the disbelief in their eyes when they looked at the empty hallway "He was there!" He looked helplessly between the two.

"You're losing it, Stark." Clint said from the couch. "Loki is in Asgard."

Thor nodded and kept a hand on Tony's shoulder to make sure he stayed pinned to the couch. "Clint is right." He said "my father said that Loki would spend the rest of his life in the dungeons of Asgard."

Tony looked at all of them. "I know what I saw" he said and pushed the hand off him. "He was there, in a nurse uniform." He told them. "He looked at me like he'd never seen me before." He fixed his eyes on Natasha. "What if he's being kept here too?" he asked her.

They all looked at her and she sighed, tilting her head back to rest on the couch. "…I think you're going crazy, Stark." She hummed "Not that you weren't crazy before." Tony grit his teeth and opened his mouth to yell at her when she spoke again. "But we'll know for sure if they take you to therapy." She said a bit softer and he stilled. She was right, if he had seen something and he would go to therapy. The rest of them stayed quiet and sat down. Eventually, Clint got his hands on the remote and he turned it on. Sometimes a show would play - something mind-numbing that would remind them that the world was going on without them. Today, it seemed SHIELD was mad at them and they got static. Clint left it on anyway and none of them moved to turn it off.

"Tony Stark, return to your room" Tony heard his name on the speakers but he didn't move. They repeated his name and he pushed himself up from the couch and began to walk down the hall.

"Told you." He called back to them as he walked towards his room; he felt like the walk was a lot shorter than it had felt this morning. Their therapies were different from each other so he knew he wouldn't get to retain his pride with a muzzle or a private room to hold back his sounds.

"We have to do something." Bruce said, wincing at each scream that came from the closed door. Collectively, they hated Tony's punishments the most because they heard every second of it. It had been an hour of beating, and he knew something else was to come soon, it always did. He worried his bottom lip and covered his ears as the screams of pain became sobs and they could hear the muffled sound of Tony's voice begging them to stop. Clint put a hand on his arm gently in an attempt to comfort but it did very little.

Natasha reached over to Clint and he gave her his hand to hold, trying to look like he was focusing on Bruce as she traced letters into his palm. He pulled his hand back when she finished and just comforted Bruce. "We need to go back to our cell" he said to the cameras. "He's stressed out." When he heard no reply, Thor stood to help them walk over. They kept their heads down as they passed Tony's room, they could hear him, and the grunts of what they assumed to be guards, but there was nothing they could. Thor helped Clint sit down but Clint didn't let go of his arm. "You need to think of a reason why Odin would give Loki back to SHIELD." He said and let him go. Thor frowned but nodded and left before they could get suspicious.

Bruce sat next to Clint once they closed their door to block out the noise. He pulled the thin hospital sheet around his shoulders, looking small. "Didn't mean to separate you from the others." He said quietly. "I just couldn't be there anymore." Clint nodded and sat back.

"Don't worry about it" he said and put an arm around him carefully, his affection was awkward but he figured Bruce appreciated it since the man pressed a bit closer, looking fragile. "We'll get out of here." He said and repeated it until he felt Bruce stop shaking.

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