As always, trigger warnings. No, Tony's not dead but things are definitely going to be changing in the ward.
"You were correct in not letting this one die." Tony heard over the sound of his slow heart monitor. He didn't recognize the voice but it was old and slow, every word calculated and worked over and over. "He has to come to us out of his own will, otherwise I would have had you kill this one and the others a long ago." It was hard to hear as more guards walked around him, his eyes still closed in fake sleep but Tony strained to listen and keep his heart rate down.
"Stark killed Thomas. We can't even bury him properly with his face broken in like that." A different voice grit out and Tony recognized him as one of his regulars. "Sir, you can't pardon that-."
"I don't" Fury said clearly "but keeping them drugged or unconscious isn't going to speed this up." he sighed and Tony felt himself slipping again. "Loki's memories will hold out in the meantime. He doesn't suspect anything yet. This little stunt should just prove to him that they are all crazy, he'll just pull away."
The first voice came back as Tony passed out again. "As long as they continue to remind him of who they think he used to be, the magic will hold." Odin said "What is important to Loki is very different than what is important to Thor. It's one of the things my son never understood about his brother."
"Then we'll keep Thor awake." Fury decided "As well as Barton, and Stark." he looked at the guard. "You know the drill for the other three." The guard nodded and grit his teeth, bracing himself to speak again.
"Sir, Coulson and Hill are still-" he froze as Fury glared at him.
"Out." He growled in a cold tone and the man's legs couldn't carry him out fast enough. Odin's eye followed Fury as he walked by Stark's bed.
"Nothing I have to worry about, I assume?" He hummed and Fury shook his head but Odin didn't miss the almost mournful look on the man's face.
"Just some loose ends." he said quietly and began to adjust the dials for Tony's medication.
"Loki," the woman sighed for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. "What did you see?"
Loki leveled her with his best uninterested stare. "I told you." he said "I didn't see anything." He lied and looked down in faux shame. "He was faster than me and I hit my head against the wall." His hand came up to touch his head and winced for good measure "I was out cold. I didn't see anything else."
She kept her eyes on him and when he didn't even bat an eyelash she looked down at her papers and wrote something down. "You understand why I'm cautious?" she asked and he nodded. "Because we don't want your fear of the patients to interfere with the way you do your job." she smiled at him. "They seem to like you, especially mister..." she looked at her papers. "Odinson. The guards say he behaves his best around you and the doctors are surprised with his progress."
"I suppose" he clenched his jaw, confused by the sudden wave of annoyance that washed over him.
"It would do him well if you helped him most." she smiled "he's the only one with the real potential to leave here someday." Loki snorted despite himself and looked apologetic when the woman raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry" he said "I just find it hard to believe that any of them have a possibility of leaving this hospital." Loki looked down at his hand "it feels a bit hopeless sometimes." He tried to look as sad as he could "But yes" he looked up at her."You're right, Thor is...special." he felt nauseous as he said it but kept up the hopeful smile.
She watched him for a few seconds and finally smiled as well. "I'm glad." she smiled and stood, stretching her hand out to him and he shook it firmly. "We still want you to take a few days off, paid break, of course."
He frowned at her. "I don't want a break" he said "I want to go back to work, I think that would be better than a break, if you're worried about my mental health." He wanted to throttle this woman for being difficult and was a bit stunned by his own reaction.
"I understand, Loki," she drawled and he grit his teeth at her condescending tone. "But rules are rules. You can come back on Friday, you can even work weekends if you want to make up for the time you missed." She gave a pointed look to the door. "You can walk yourself out."
Loki stood slowly and walked out, making his way by the ward and flinched as he watched Bruce on his knees, held down by two guard who forced his mouth open, pushing in medicine. He went in to speak but a guard grabbed his arm.
"Walk away." He warned. "It'll be easier for you if you pretend you never saw this." Loki took a step back and walked towards the exit, his head down in a fake defeat.
Clint was held down as they grabbed Bruce, and even with what little strength he had, he fought to get out, to do something to stop them. "Don't cry, Bruce." he urged as they held his mouth open, forcing pill after pill down his throat, pressing them in with thick fingers.
"Aw, he doesn't like it." One guard said as Bruce began to still, the new medication too much for him to handle. "Hawkeye doesn't like it when we touch his stuff." He grabbed Bruce's face in his hand. "He is cute, Barton, I'll give you that." He smirked at the others. "Isn't he cute, guys?" he hummed and they nodded, a few of them chuckling as Clint began to struggle more, his eyes full of panic. The man crouched down. "And he's well trained, too. Aren't you, Bruce? You're good, right?" he asked gently, stroking his cheek and Bruce nodded, no longer in his own mind.
"'M good." He breathed.
The guard smiled. "Yes, you are." he said. "You know, I think I'll take him." He picked Bruce up gently, grinning as the man buried his face in his neck. "He's sweet." He purred and stroked his hair as he began to carry him away to his room. "I'll tell you how he is later, Barton." He said over his shoulder.
Clint screamed. "No!" he said over and over and it took more men to hold him down. "Bruce! No!" he kept struggling and winced as he opened up the cut on his stomach but he didn't care and kept screaming until one of the guards hit him over the head.
The guard set Bruce down gently and began to undress him. "Who...are you?" Bruce breathed and began to frown as he felt cold. The guard smiled and touched his cheek again. "Clint." he whispered and undid his own trousers, stroking himself as he watched Bruce's face change from apprehension to happy.
"Really?" He breathed and opened his legs as the man spread them. He yelped as he was pulled close but relaxed again.
"Really." The guard assured him and lined up to him before pressing in hard. Bruce cried out but held onto him, his hands gripping his uniform tight. "It'll get good in a bit, trust me. Be good for me." he said and kissed his head.
Bruce was crying but he nodded as the man kept up the hard thrusts. "I trust you." he breathed and buried his face into his neck. "I trust you, Clint. I'll be good." He promised and kissed his neck softly, trying to please him. "Wanna be good enough for you." he breathed softly. "Am I good?" he asked.
The guard smiled. "So good." he breathed. "You're so good." he purred and kissed him deeply, grinning as Bruce relaxed under his touches, mewling at each thrust. Bruce was going to be the new crowd favorite, of that he would make sure himself.
Someone asked for raped Bruce, I delivered. Gotta say, this scene made me feel the saddest so far. Yes, Loki's dislike for Thor is of course the first thing he begins to remember 3.