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MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS | PART 1: "FEAR & LOATHING"

Loki felt pain. A blinding pain. He drifted in and out of consciousness and noted that he was half sitting, half lying against something. Probably a wall.

He heard someone say something. He tried to concentrate on the voice .

Letters. Syllables. Sentences.

"... -id you do it?!"

He tried to open his eyes. A ray of yellow Led light almost blinded him. He whimpered. He felt numbness in his hand and in his side and he hated it.

God make it stop.

But he was not a man like that. He was not a kind man that begged for mercy or relief.

He suddenly was slapped across his face. "Come on... I want to see those beautiful emerald eyes again." A hoarse voice said. Loki really didn't know why, but he slowly opened them.

He didn't see much . his vision was clouded by black and white spots.

"There you go pretty boy..." The voice said again. "Now if you just answer my questions, nobody gets hurt." He could almost hear him grinning. "Even not your friend."

Loki was fully awake now. No! Not Tony!

"Just tell me... How did you get your magic back?"

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Steve woke up with a groggy feeling in his belly. He tried sit up, but stopped when he felt a sharp pain in his side.

"Sir, shall I inform Mr. Banner that you're awake?"

The angelic voice of JARVIS echoed thru the white room.

"Yes please, and would you open the window for me please?" Steve asked, voice still a little shaky.

It seemed that the bomb didn't destroy the sickbay, and he was strangely relieved that JARVIS was okay.

He slowly reached out for the glass of water that stood on the small table next to the bed. He mentally cheered when he got it and he greedily drunk the whole glass.

The white door of the room slowly opened. "Can I come in?"He heard Bruce asked.

Steve smiled. "Yes of course." Bruce now opened the whole door and stepped in.

"How are you feeling?" He asked making his way over to Steve's bedside. Steve grinned.

"Like I've been stabbed with a tray." He said dryly. "You know, it was a really aggressive tray."

Bruce laughed. Steve too, but stopped when he felt the stinging pain.

"Just lay down and rest. If you are bored you can ask JARVIS to put on a movie or something. Right JARV.?" Bruce said smiling.

"Of course Mr. Banner."

"Just rest. If you need me, tell JARVIS."

Steve nodded and slowly, fell asleep.

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Natasha and Clint sat next to each other, not saying a word, typing on the keyboards and staring at the blue glowing screens for answers. Nothing so far.

Suddenly Clint stood up, and walked to the almost destroyed bar.

He put out one of the not broken glasses and filled it with scotch.

"What are you doing." Natasha asked smiling.

"Getting my well deserved break!" He said grinning. "Do you want some to?" he asked.

Natasha laughed. "Ah, well, why not."

Clint took five bottles. "And milady, which one do you want. We've got one bottle with an unreadable name," he sniffed the bottle and made a face. "it stinks a little very much."

He took another bottle. "The this one. The name sounds like poop," Natasha laughed. "and it even tastes like it." Clint grinned after taking a sip from the bottle.

"This one has such a weird colour, I am not even going to talk about it" Clint mumbled. "And this one, milady, is from such an exclusive year, that it isn't written on the bottle."

Natasha grinned. He was such a sweetheart.

"But this" he said, lifting the last bottle. "this is perfect. But I know something even more perfect." He mused.

"Which wine is it then?" she asked. Clint walked over to her. Two glasses of wine in his hand. He sat down in front of Natasha. "Oh, I never tasted it. But I am sure it's the best."

Natasha's smile fell a little.

Clint continued. "It is one of the rarest wines. I think I-"

Clint couldn't continue.

Natasha's lips were pressed against his.

He first looked wide eyed to the beautiful women who kissed him. And then he kissed back. There was fire in his chest but it wasn't unpleasant. Her lips tasted warm and spicy, just like thought it would be.

Natasha broke free from the kiss. They just looked at each other for a moment. Clint broke the silence.

"Well... I was right." "about what? " "You tasting the best."

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It was like the halls were never ending. Every time Tony thought they were at the end and reached their destination, another hall or staircase appeared.

Tony coughed. "Uhm, what's your uh... relationship with the big guy."It was not the clearest question Tony has ever asked, but the man seemed to understand.

"You really want to know?" "Everything"

The young man smiled.

"I always lived in an orphanage. I was never taken as child, and when I got older, it became clear that nobody wanted me."

Tony listened closely for any possible lies, but there was only pure honesty in the kid's voice.

"one day the head of the orphanage announced the orphanage closed. Every kid was taken to-"

He made a big gesture with his hands.

"Somewhere. But I didn't want to have a family any more. I had been alone for so long, I thought I could handle things on my own."

He laughed half heartily.

"I was wrong."

Tony furrowed his brows. He looked at the handsome features of the young man. His face was blank, but Tony could clearly see a hidden pain in his eyes.

The man continued the story.

"I needed money, a job would be the best, and a roof above my head. I started stealing for a living. But it wasn't enough and I got horribly ill."

The man started to slow his pace. Tony didn't want to push the guy so he said "You don't have to tell it if you don't want to."

The young man looked determined. "No, I have to tell someone..."

Tony smiled. He liked the kid.

"Before I got ill, a man gave me money every week. But most of the time someone stole it from me. He asked on occasion if I didn't want to live with him. I said no."

There was something in the kids eyes that Tony couldn't understand.

" When the man noticed that I had become ill," he continued, "He took me in, without question. I could barely stand, let alone put up a fight. He healed me, gave me food, home school, he even organised a birthday party every year. He gave me a home."

The young man smiled, clearly reliving a memory.

"He was always, a kind of a... Lonely man. He liked to be alone. But sometimes he cried when he thought nobody looked. I once asked him why he cried. He said his much of his family and friends died... Because of weapons. He still had friends. They all lived in New York."

Tony got a bad feeling about this.

"I had a wonderful life with him. Until New York was nearly destroyed last year. I didn't recognise him anymore. He acted strange. Not him. I still know the first time he talked to himself. It was scary."

The young man stopped and turned to Tony.

"He wanted revenge."

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