Hi! Sorry for not updating yesterday. I was shopping. Yeah I know 'how could I'. But I am for the first time in my life proud of a chapter so enjoy!

Tony blinked the black spots out of his vision. "Oh god," he murmured, feeling his head. Probably a light concussion. He puched himself up against the wall. "come on, 'Scar-Chopath' is a good one..." he quickly glanced at Loki, he was unconscious, and he looked like shit. A ragged breathing erupted from Loki's mouth. Tony shakily walked thru the cell. His mind elsewhere, he didn't notice that Loki woke up too.

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Everything burned. It felt like he was on fire.

Murderer.

The fire felt familiar tough, but he never felt it ever before.

Monster.

He could taste blood in the back of his mouth and he couldn't feel his fingers. He reached for his magic, again to feel there wasn't any magic in him. He cursed in his head.

Pathetic.

He tiredly tried to open his eyes. He failed. Was he so pathetic that he couldn't even open his eyes?

Useless.

He tried again, and slowly his eyelids parted. He mentally cheered.

Weakling.

He saw Tony pace thru the room. He took every step a little bit to shaky for his liking. He tried to call out for him, only to make a sort gurgling sound. Tony turned around, and when he saw that Loki had his eyes open he came running to him.

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Tony tried to concentrate on the important things but his pounding head and aching ribs, didn't help.

He suddenly heard a chocking noise, and he turned around. Loki had his eyes half open and he looked disgusted with himself. Tony didn't even dared to question why. He just ran up to Loki and scooped his head in his hand when Loki looked like he was losing the battle with unconsciousness again. Tony almost couldn't handle to see Loki in such state. He was his friend, and seeing him like this was making him nauseous.

He had flashbacks from the horrific two months they had gone thru, a year and a half ago, and it was all so wrong because the flashbacks mixed with memories from Afghanistan.

"J-just look at me buddy, everything is going to be fine I promise..." Tony said.

Loki whimpered, and it broke Tony's heart. Loki coughed. And managed to choke out "a-are you h-hurt...?" He ended with a breath that sounded like 'Tony'. Tony smirked.

"No, I'm cool. Just worried." Loki gave him a 'I know your lying Anthony' look and Tony wondered how he could manage to do that when he wasn't even supposed to be awake.

"Well a got a killer headache and I probably have a bruised rib, but my main priority right now is keeping you" Alive. "-conscious."

Loki nodded weakly in approval. He frowned a little. "Ton-ny" he stuttered. "Yes?"

Loki tried to keep it together, that much was clear, but Tony could clearly see that he was in a lot of pain. Physically and mentally.

Suddenly a sob broke free from his lips. "A-am I a m-monster?" A silver tear rolled down his white cheek.

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"Got a match!" Natasha almost cheered. Almost.
Bruce, Clint and Steve ran to the computer were Natasha did her research.

After Thor came, they had worked twice as hard to find the missing teammates.

Bruce found out what the 4th gas was. It wasn't known by S.H.I.E.L.D yet, but when he asked Jarvis, he had said Tony was working on a similar gas. Bruce called the new gas, S. gas.

Bruce and Clint had gone back to the warehouse, were Agent Coulson and a few other agents were investigating the building. The found a half fingerprint, so they could add that to the list too.

Natasha had talked to the criminals who had something against Tony and Loki. Natasha being Natasha, she found out that there was a man who had lost all his family and friends in New York or died from the weapons Stark made. But he disappeared five years ago. They all assumed he was dead. Another hint.

And little by little they were getting somewhere.

"I think this is our guy." Clint muttered.

On the screen was a picture of a man with a white skin, dark brown eyes, a bald head and scars all over his face.

IMPORTANT! READ PLEASE!

A reviewer asked if this fic can be a Frostiron fanfiction. I never wrote Frostiron before but I can try. There will be no – you know what— only cute words and kisses. I DONT CARE IF YOU GUYS WANT THIS I DO IT ALL FOR YOU! PLEASE TELL ME, IF YOU DON'T WANT FROSTIRON OR YOU DO. THE TEAM WITH THE MOST RECUEST WINS!(what? dat dusnt make any sense but you guys know what I mean.)

Well, thanks for reading, review and stay weird! Oh and the

The fire felt familiar tough, but he never felt it ever before.

is because Loki's own Magic is toturing him.