I'm so sorry it's taken so long again v_v Thank you for all your patience and support!
Another long one! Bit of Tony POV at the end too, I felt like we needed to see some of their reactions to Loki and Efanna whilst they're not there, and it seemed too clumsy doing it through Visions. Hope you enjoy x
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Chapter Twenty Two:
The Meeting of Brothers
Loki and Efanna walked along the long, blank corridors in silence, Pip trotting along between them. Loki was brooding, that much was obvious. Efa hadn't wanted to eat alone, so when the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent came to deposit her dinner she'd taken it straight next-door to Loki's room. He'd been lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his own tray sat on his desk. He barely moved as she worked her way through the rather unsatisfying meal, leaving his own food untouched, and had only spoke when she'd threatened to poke him if he didn't answer her. She'd decided it would be best to just leave him to it for the moment, after all, he did have reason enough, but resolved to take steps if he kept it up for too long.
The agents who were escorting them stopped next to one of the many plain doors and Efanna supposed they had reached their destination. It had been decided that the reunion between brothers would be best held in one of the common room-like facilities provided for agents to use during their breaks. Efa didn't think it particularly sensible for two such large and volatile men to meet in either so tiny a space as their bedrooms, or a place currently occupied by (relatively) innocent bystanders. They paused outside the door, Loki taking a deep breath as he prepared to enter.
"You ready?" Efa asked him as the agent held his hand out to the door controls.
Loki gave her a scathing glance in response, but she could see the reluctance behind his eyes. She was tempted to reach out and take his hand, but she knew he would most likely not appreciate the action, so instead she pulled the long sleeves of her hoodie over her gloved hands and fiddled with the hem. To say that this was going to be awkward would have been a major understatement.
The door slid open to reveal Thor sitting on one of the firm, grey sofas in the room, leant forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He stood swiftly as they entered, his eyes fixed firmly on his estranged brother, who glowered back at him contemptuously. For a moment neither spoke, instead silently assessing the other. Efa backed against the wall by the door, feeling it might be sensible to get out of the way in case either one of them suddenly exploded. Tension almost crackled in the air, and were it not for the fact that she could quite clearly see that Mjölnir was sat on the small coffee table rather than in Thor's hand, Efanna might have sworn he was building up a miniature electrical storm in the room. She suddenly felt extremely small. Not only was she standing in a room with two figures from myth and legend, but it was only when stood between the two of them that one fully appreciated just how tall they both were.
"Brother-" Thor started, breaking the silence, only to be quickly and harshly cut off.
"I'm not your brother."
The words seemed ritual, an automatic rebuttal that formed on Loki's lips without him even thinking. Efanna sighed quietly. She had hoped he might have reconciled himself somewhat to the idea of his family, but perhaps she had been hoping for too much too soon.
"I care not of your parentage, Loki," Thor said with a deep sigh, "You have always been my brother and you always will be."
Loki held Thor's gaze and for the briefest of moments a flicker of hope and dreadful longing passed through his green eyes before he once again rammed up his defences, pushing away any such emotions with a scowl. His hands curled into fists at his sides and his jaw clenched. It was clear to Efanna that without some form of intervention, this reunion would quickly lose any semblance of civility and descend head first into a fight.
Apparently Pip, who had been watching the exchange intently with his head cocked to one side, agreed with her, as he chose this moment to bound across the room and leap up to greet Thor, tail wagging furiously as he tried to lick the Asgardian's hands. Efa used the distraction to subtly place herself between brothers, resting one hand placatingly on Loki's arm as she passed him. Thor looked a little baffled by the sudden, energetic and very furry interruption, but quickly realised that Pip was largely harmless and was soon won over by his effortless, doggy charm.
"This is Pip, my dog," Efa introduced, grinning as he rolled onto his back, tail thumping out a frantic rhythm on the floor and demanded a belly-rub. She could see Loki rolling his eyes in the corner of her vision.
"He is most affectionate," Thor replied, giving in and kneeling to give Pip the fuss he was demanding.
"He's a good boy," she agreed, "Hello again by the way."
"Hello. I should apologise for not greeting you when you first entered."
Thor rose again and held his hand out, but Efanna ignored it, instead moving straight in for a hug. Just like when she'd first hugged Loki, there was little risk of her touching his skin, what with her head only coming up to his shoulder. Thor seemed somewhat surprised by her action, but after a moment returned her embrace, although gently, as though wary that he might either hurt her or unintentionally break some Midgardian protocol that he was not fully aware of.
"Must you insist on hugging everyone?" Loki asked irritably.
"Yes," she replied impishly, smiling as she returned to Loki's side, "Hugs are a good way of saying hello."
"You didn't hug me when first we met," he pointed out, and Efanna was sure she could sense the slightest bit of jealousy creeping into his voice.
"That's because you were too busy strangling me," she reminded him, "I hugged you as soon as I thought it wouldn't result in you attempting to kill me. Which for the record, he didn't," she added, looking up to the corners of the room, "Hello Fury, Tony and whomever else might be watching."
Thor looked surprised at her words. Loki merely scowled.
"You know this meeting was to be observed?" Thor asked.
Loki gave him a derisive look, but Efanna thought she should probably explain more thoroughly.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. are pretty much the biggest intelligence organisation on the planet. They even spy on their spies, so of course they're going to watch every move Loki or I make. After all, they don't trust me, and they actively distrust Loki. And as for Tony? Well, if there's one thing both he and Fury have in common it's that they both love keeping secrets, but hate having secrets kept from them; and I doubt he's yet met a communications system he couldn't hack. There's no way he could resist eavesdropping."
Thor chuckled.
"You have a fair point," he conceded, "And are very observant. I think it would be wise not to underestimate you."
"Probably," Efa agreed with a grin, "Now shall we sit down or are you two going to insist on making me feel short?"
"You are short," Loki shot at her.
"No I'm not, you're just obscenely tall," Efa bantered airily, curling up against the arm of one sofa.
Thor followed her example, taking a seat on the sofa nearest him, but Loki remained standing. Efa was sure she could see the slightest of smirks curling his lips however. She patted the seat next to her and locked her gaze to his in a silent challenge. After a moment he rolled his eyes and imperiously took the seat she offered. Satisfied, Efa turned back to Thor to find him watching the two of them curiously.
"How are you faring, b- Loki?" he asked after a moment in the awkward manner of one making small talk, even though Efanna knew the strength of his concern.
Loki's gaze turned to a glare again and his mouth hardened into a thin line.
"As well as can be expected whilst trapped in this loathsome form," he replied curtly, "I marvel how the Midgardians have ever accomplished anything, their bodies are so limited."
"They're not that bad," Efa muttered.
"Indeed," Thor agreed peaceably, "Whilst there is certainly a noticeable difference, I found Midgardian forms are not so very dissimilar to our own. You should perhaps not be so harsh in your judgement."
"You would not have noticed such difference as you have always failed to perceive the intricacies of form that so define its nature," Loki retorted harshly, "Your laxity in study means there are so many aspects even to your own form of which you remain pitifully unaware and have not the sense to miss should they be taken away. I, however, feel keenly the loss of that which you have not yet bothered to discover."
"Your knowledge has always exceeded mine," Thor conceded, "Perhaps you do feel the loss of your natural form more keenly than I did."
His words did nothing to soften Loki's manner and the room quickly fell into uncomfortable silence. Efanna found herself fiddling with the hem of her sleeve again as she watched closely for danger signs in either brother. Thor cast his eyes about the room, obviously struggling in this unfamiliar of situations. Efa doubted that the two of them had ever sat together and had a truly serious conversation even when at their closest and Thor was definitely the sort to act rather than talk.
"Mother told me to remind you of her love," he said eventually.
Loki scoffed derisively.
"She misses you Loki," Thor insisted, "We all do. It saddens her greatly to have to lose you like this."
Efanna watched Loki's reaction carefully. His face remained impassive, but one again she caught the tiniest flicker of emotion in the green depths of his eyes which made her want to reach out for him.
"Does Odin send any message?" he asked scathingly.
Thor sighed and hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Father instructed me to remind you that Heimdall is watching you closely, and to warn you that he can administer a harsher judgement should you abuse this chance he has given you," Thor recounted slowly, "He also asks that you remember the conditions of your exile."
"To what purpose?" Loki retorted angrily, "The All-Father has never deemed me worthy. There is nothing I can do to change that now – he has made that abundantly clear. The conditions of my punishment mean nothing."
Silence once again fell thickly on the room and Efanna could see Thor restraining himself from admonishing Loki for his words. She bit her lip heavily, feeling the pain of both brothers and wishing she could do something about it. There was a large part of her that wanted to simply bash the two idiot's heads together until they finally saw sense, but she was well aware that wouldn't achieve anything. Sensing her discomfort, Pip came and pushed his head onto her lap and she gently ruffled the fur behind his ears, wishing it could be safe for her to take her gloves off. Loki had now turned away from all of them and was glowering at the wall with such intensity he was almost burning a hole in it. At least it's not turned into a brawl, Efa reminded herself, yet.
"I ought to thank you again, Efanna, for looking after my brother in this … difficult … time," Thor said when the silence became unbearable, evidently deciding she was the safer choice for an attempt at civil conversation.
"I do not need looking after," Loki spat before she could reply.
"Yes you do," she retorted, nudging him playfully.
Loki turned the full force of his glare on her, but she merely stuck her tongue out at him.
"Insolent mortal," he muttered darkly.
"Loki," Thor warned, but Efanna flapped her hand at him placatingly.
"Are we really going to stoop to name calling again, Loki?" she asked him archly, one eyebrow raised, "You really don't want to give Stark any ammunition you know, you got angry enough last time I called you-"
Her rambling threat was cut off as Loki sighed and placed a hand over her mouth, his fingers wrapping about her jaw to keep it closed. Efa tried to wriggle out of his hold but he was too strong and she was backed up in the corner of the sofa so had nowhere to go. She knew from his earlier attempts at strangling her that there wasn't much point trying to prise his fingers away so she simply sighed exaggeratedly.
"Really, Loki?" she tried to say, but her words were incomprehensibly muffled by his hand, "This is just childish you know."
He just smirked at her efforts so she crossed her arms and refused to look at him, although she couldn't really turn her head so the effect was somewhat ruined.
"Loki!" Thor reprimanded, "Unhand Efanna this instant."
Loki chuckled and raised one eyebrow at Thor's outraged expression. Efanna rolled her eyes, flapped her hand again and shrugged her shoulders in an attempt to reassure him that she was fine. The last thing they needed was Mjölnir being brought into the situation.
"You see?" Loki smirked, "She bears no mind to my actions. If only every mortal would accept their rightful place so easily."
At this Efanna poked her tongue between her lips indignantly. He turned back to her, looking rather surprised, but annoyingly didn't let go.
"Did you just lick me?" he asked incredulously.
Efanna shrugged.
"It's supposed to make people let go," she mumbled into his palm, "At least it does on TV. I thought it was worth a try."
His eyebrow raised again.
"Will nothing keep you from talking?" he asked irately, but Efa was aware that his words lacked their usual venom.
"Nope," she mumbled with aplomb, her grin evident from her eyes. She licked him again for good measure.
Loki sighed and let go, wiping his hand on his trousers. Efanna gave him an infuriatingly sweet smile before turning back to Thor, who was watching them with a curious gaze.
"Don't worry, it's fun winding Loki up," she reassured him, "And we've already had the major fights, so it's just banter now really."
Loki muttered something else under his breath but Efa decided to ignore him.
"You are a most unusual woman, Efanna," Thor told her, looking as though he didn't quite know what to make of her.
"People keep telling me that," she agreed.
"I have certainly never met anyone who treats my brother the way you do."
"You've probably not met anyone mad enough."
A dry chuckle came from Loki at that comment and he shook his head slightly.
"I can attest that you most definitely have not," he commented wryly.
"Why tha-" Efa began with a smirk before the room faded before her eyes.
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Efanna's words died on her lips as her body crumpled and she toppled slowly forwards. Loki quickly reached out to catch her before she once again cracked her skull on a coffee table, almost tripping over her dog in the process.
"Loki, what have you done to her?" Thor cried as Loki's arms wrapped firmly around the redhead and lowered her limp form to the floor.
"I have done nothing! How could I have with my magic bound?" he snapped angrily. Why was he always the one who got the blame?
"Then what is wrong?" Thor asked worriedly.
For an instant, Loki considered weaving a lie to explain Efanna's collapse; it would be easy to do, he could simply suggest that she was exhausted from her ordeals; but he quickly decided against the idea. Such words would inevitably bring others rushing to her side which would only make things more difficult.
"Should I send for a healer?"
"There is no need," Loki commanded abruptly, "Such a person would only interfere. She is perfectly alright, for her this is a regular occurrence."
"What do you mean? What has happened to her?"
Thor pushed the low table out of the way and knelt next to Loki, who was still holding Efanna's unconscious form slumped against his chest. He reached out one hand as though to check the redhead's pulse.
"Don't touch her," Loki growled, pulling her out of Thor's reach.
His 'brother' looked confused, but slowly withdrew his outstretched hand, his eyes silently questioning Loki's actions. Loki realised the way he was still clutching Efanna and scowled, shifting so that he could lay her out on the floor. He looked down at her pale face, framed by the fiery hair fanned out against the hard floor and sighed, pressing a hand over his eyes.
"I cannot give you the explanations you seek," he said, "She has made it clear that she does not yet wish you to know. Until she enlightens you however, she would prefer it if you refrained from touching her. You will understand why when she sees fit for you to do so."
"You touch her," Thor argued.
"I know her better than you," Loki explained tersely, "She is accustomed to my touch."
Thor's silence drew Loki's curiosity and he looked up to find him staring at him with an intent and probing gaze.
"Who is she?" he asked.
"I will tell you no more than you already know, so there is little point in your asking," Loki replied curtly, looking once more to the unconscious girl, wondering what she was Seeing.
"I meant who is she to you," Thor clarified.
Loki's head shot up. Why did Thor have to chose this moment to be perceptive?
"I am her … friend," he replied evasively, the words sounding strange when shaped by his tongue.
"You still do not answer my question, Loki," Thor prompted.
Loki narrowed his eyes and glared at him, but Thor refused to drop his gaze.
"I will not give this up, Loki," he warned, "I have never seen you like this with another. I would know what she means to you."
Loki scoffed disdainfully as he realised the meaning behind his 'brother's words.
"Surely you do not think me enamoured with her?" he spat, scathingly, "For pity's sake, Thor, she is mortal. Do you really think I would sink so low as to bestow my affections on one of so pathetic a race? I have not your stupidity, nor your contemptible sentimentality."
"Then explain why you treat her as you do."
Loki held Thor's gaze for a moment before his green eyes once again dropped to Efanna. The question troubled him, for it was not one he could answer, not even in the privacy of his own mind.
"She is the most stubborn creature in all the Nine Realms, and most likely in all the worlds beyond," he replied finally, his voice as distant as his gaze.
"That is still no answer," Thor accused him, irritation creeping into his voice.
"I think perhaps it is," Loki argued quietly, the words a revelation almost unto himself; but before he was drawn into elaborating further there was a sudden gasp and they both looked down to see Efa's eyes flutter open.
"Oh, hello," she said, looking up into the two pairs of eyes that were now firmly locked on hers, "I guess you caught me again, Loki, or I think my head would be in a considerable amount of pain right now. Thanks."
She continued to stare up at them, her gaze flitting from green eyes to blue and back again. She shifted slightly uncomfortably on the floor.
"Um, you're kinda staring at me, you know. I'm not bleeding am I?"
"Nay," Thor assured her gently, "Loki caught you before you could sustain any injury."
"Oh, I thought so, but it's always good to have conformation," she said, giving Loki a warm smile and pushing herself up onto one elbow and bringing her spare hand up to rub her eyes.
"Loki tells me that collapsing like this is normal for you," Thor began, somewhat anxiously, "Does he speak the truth, or should I seek assistance?"
"No! It's fine, I'm fine," Efa assured him, "Loki was telling the truth for once."
She looked up to catch Loki's eye before continuing.
"This is nothing to worry about, nothing at all out of the ordinary. Just the same old stuff again."
Loki caught the meaning behind her words and acknowledged it with a slight nod.
"I told you there was no need for concern," he protested to Thor, drawing attention away from Efa's words.
"Forgive me brother," Thor apologised, "But you have given me little reason to believe your words of late."
"And you have given me little reason to want you to," Loki retorted.
"Let's keep away from the fighting, shall we?" Efanna said wearily, pressing her forehead to her palm.
She grabbed onto the edge of the sofa to slowly pull herself upright, but her movements were sluggish and she swayed slightly on sitting upright.
"Efanna, are you sure you are alright?" Thor asked, concerned.
"I'm just tired," she replied with a wan smile, "It's been a very long day."
Loki watched carefully to see if there was anything she was hiding behind her words, but they seemed genuine. Pip shouldered his way past Thor to give her face a nudge and she gave him a brief scratch under the chin.
"I think perhaps, Fury," she said, speaking once again in the direction of the ceiling, "That we leave my explanations until the morning, regardless of when Natasha arrives. They will be far more coherent if I am awake enough to be able to string a sentence together."
There was a brief pause before the Director's voice echoed through the room.
"Agreed. I'll schedule a meeting first thing in the morning."
"Thanks. Make sure it's somewhere private though please. I'm not telling everyone on this ship. Oh, and send for Thor when Natasha arrives," she added, "Her injuries are beyond Midgardian medicine. She'll need healing stones."
There was no response over the communications system, but Efa didn't seem particularly bothered. She watched Thor intently for a moment, whose brow was furrowed with unease, then shuffled towards Loki and leant her head against his shoulder. Loki was a little surprised at the action, he had thought she might want to keep her distance from him so as not to damage her image in the opinions of her new friends.
"Can I go to bed now?" she asked sleepily.
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Tony Stark and Bruce Banner watched the screen intently as their two newest 'visitors' were escorted back to their rooms. Stark raised an eyebrow as the redhead turned to hug the psycho, and raised it even higher when the deranged Asgardian reluctantly hugged her back briefly before the two disappeared into their respective rooms.
"Jarvis, keep an eye on their audio feeds, let me know if they say anything interesting," he instructed his AI, before turning to the scientist beside him.
"As you wish sir," came the smooth reply.
"Well, that was … interesting," Bruce muttered with his usual understatement.
"This ginger kid is certainly sparking my interest," Tony agreed. He had to admit her cool, light-hearted manner and the way she seemed to see right to the heart of everyone and everything was kinda impressive, and the amount of knowledge she seemed to possess somewhat worrying.
"I'm definitely looking forward to her explanation tomorrow," Bruce commented, obviously thinking along the same lines.
He moved to check the multitude of monitors and screens behind them that were running various scientific and statistical analysis programs on the data Jarvis was downloading from the satellites they'd hacked. Any data which looked as though it could be relevant or useful was being sent to a separate screen, and in the time they'd been watching the meeting between Thor and Loki a substantial amount had stacked up.
"There's undoubtedly something behind what she told us. I'm no meteorologist, but these readings are like nothing I've ever seen. In the last five days the record for the coldest recorded temperature has already been broken three times. And there are these clusters showing up on the thermal imaging… It's hard to get an accurate reading from orbit, but these are temperatures that go well beyond what's normally seen on Earth, and they don't follow any sort of weather patterns."
"Could be 'creepy-ass misty ice creatures' then?" Tony asked, thinking back to how Efanna had described the things that had attacked them and pulling up the data on the screen nearest him, "If I can just plot the movement of these 'clusters'…"
He flicked the map in front of him onto the largest of the screens and waited for a moment as the program ran. Small white dots flowed over the northern-most reaches of the landmasses, pausing at certain locations and growing before moving on.
"Jarvis, get the coordinates of any location where these things pause, mark them on the map and cross-reference them with any reports of unusual storms, attacks, loss of commutations or missing people since they appeared."
"Right away, sir."
Several points were highlighted on the map and within moments there were files attached to almost all of them of recent occurrences in the area which could be linked to the moving areas of extreme cold. Some of the last to be plotted were the location of the Alaskan S.H.I.E.L.D. base and the coordinates that Tony had obtained for Efanna's home.
"Well, that's either one hell of a coincidence, or we're onto something," he muttered as Bruce looked over his shoulder.
"There's not much of a discernible pattern, but this is certainly unusual," the Doctor commented, tapping the point of light in the middle of Wales, "There's nothing else this far south, nothing else even on the British Isles."
"So what, you reckon they went there specifically?" Tony speculated, "Do you reckon they could have known she was keeping Loki there? Maybe they'd come to collect him, could be his new army or something."
"No, I don't think so. If they were with him he wouldn't've let us take him away. Why would you send your soldiers to collect you and then let yourself be captured by the enemy?"
"It's what he did last time isn't it? Who knows why that head-case does anything?"
"It doesn't make sense," Bruce disagreed, "He'd do one or the other, not both. Maybe this has nothing to do with Loki at all, maybe him being there is just a coincidence. You said the girl was the only one who could see them. Perhaps these 'creatures' know about her somehow. Maybe they see her as a threat."
Tony considered this.
"Well, she's certainly unusual enough," he admitted, "And she said she was the only one who could give us information on these things."
"In which case I'm glad she is currently in our custody. I see you've made progress."
The two scientists turned to see Director Fury standing in the doorway, Agent Hill and Thor behind him.
"How'd the family reunion go?" Tony asked as they invited themselves into the room.
"You mean you weren't listening in?" Fury asked sarcastically.
"Of course I was," Tony acknowledged, "But it's polite to ask, you know. Straight from the horse's mouth and all."
Agent Hill rolled her eyes. Thor, however, took the matter more seriously.
"It went as well as could be expected," he reported, "I am more interested in this girl however. She is most unusual. The Director says you have researched her past."
Tony sighed irritably. As a matter of principle he'd instructed Jarvis to find out everything about this girl who had somehow managed to call him on his most secret of numbers as soon as she'd hung up; the results however had been distinctly disappointing.
"As far as I can tell you, she doesn't have one. She has no online presence whatsoever. No facebook, no twitter, no blog. I mean, seriously, she's what, twenty, and she doesn't even have facebook?"
Tony finished his rant incredulously and brought up the little he had found on one of the screens. He hated it when his technology couldn't tell him everything he needed to know.
"There's an e-mail, obviously, and I've accessed records of bills, tax, bank accounts, shopping receipts, anything related to her address. But all of them are in the name of a Ms D Jones, no mention of the name 'Efanna' anywhere. So I checked the birth records for anyone born in the late eighties to early nineties with the name Efanna; there's not one Efanna Jones, and every other Efanna has her own, normal, life – with facebook – and is most definitely not our little redhead. I've even done an image search using a screen-grab from your surveillance feeds which produced no decent matches at all. Not one photograph anywhere on the internet. I went deeper, but still the only thing I could find was a few shots from CCTV in Cardiff on September 21st, which at least corroborate her story of meeting Loki there and him strangling her."
He flicked up a few grainy images of the raven-haired Asgardian with his hand about Efanna's throat and then of him dragging her across Cardiff bay.
"This 'Ms D Jones' is obviously an alias," he continued, "Every other family seems to be called Jones in Wales and there's no record of her until she crops up out of nowhere to buy the farm in early 1990. After that she pays every bill on time, gets an e-mail when they come along, then does all her shopping online and sells paintings under the name of 'Samhain's Child'. Other than that – nothing and it can't even be our girl anyway, I mean look at her! There's no way she was old enough to buy a farm in 1990. Apart from the fact that she's obviously here, I'd have to say that she doesn't exist."
"So she's a fugitive?" Agent Hill asked as everyone processed the information.
"No, I don't think so," Bruce argued, "If you're running from someone, or something, you don't just call an organisation like S.H.I.E.L.D. up for help like that, no matter what the threat is. Believe me, I was one for long enough to know. And if she was running then she would have been caught on camera at some point, it's impossible not to be, and if she was then Tony's search would've picked her up."
"It's impossible to erase an entire existence completely," Tony agreed, "If there was anything I could find on her I would've found it and if she was a fugitive of some sort then there would be something. But the only thing I can tell you is that someone has been living on that farm for the past twenty-two years, someone who's been very careful about keeping themselves hidden. The closest I have to personal information is the contents of their online shopping, and that's not even that interesting."
"So what, you're saying she just popped up out of nowhere?" Fury asked sceptically.
"I have no idea," Tony admitted grumpily, "Loki could've brought him with her for all I know."
"That is impossible," Thor declared, "I was there when Loki was banished and he was sent alone. No other could have gone with him."
"So we've got nothing?" Fury clarified, looking rather pissed off, "She knows huge amounts of classified information and we've got nothing?"
"I'm dying to know how she's done it," Tony said with a pout, closing the open files on her a little more forcefully than was really necessary and pushing one of the screens askew, "It shouldn't be possible."
"Just because it's beyond your abilities, doesn't mean it's impossible, Stark," Hill quipped.
Tony glared at her.
"When it comes to something that I, Tony Stark, am an expert in, then yes, if I can't do it, it's impossible," he retorted disdainfully.
The agent glared back at him. The tension in the room seemed almost suffocating. It was clear that their lack of knowledge wasn't only bothering Tony. He remembered what the redhead had said earlier and scowled. 'If there's one thing both he and Fury have in common it's that they both love keeping secrets, but hate having secrets kept from them'. How could she know so much about them and there be nothing to find out about her?
"I guess we'll just have to wait for her to tell us," Bruce said with a sigh.
So, did I do Thor and Loki's reunion justice? Was Tony's POV okay? Bit nervous about this chapter! Let me know xXx