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For all his years Loki had spent in hatred for his brother, he knew that somewhere he had always trusted him. Even when Thor did the most foolish of things, he believed that his brother would them right his wrongs afterwards. So when Thor proposed his plan to Loki, he swallowed his doubts and let Thor do as he pleased. Tony was not just his to save, his friends had every right to assist. Loki scowled, trying to keep that in mind each time one of the Avengers put forth another idea.

If Odin found out that Loki had returned to Asgard before the allowed time, things would not go so well. If Odin also found out they were using not only the Bifrost, but Heimdall to search for a mere mortal, things would not go well. If Odin found out that it was Tony Stark they were looking for, Loki was more than sure he would stop them by any means necessary. In general, nothing good would come if their plan was anything less than perfect.

Loki had a perfect plan, but Thor took it in his hands and mashed it into something wholly unrecognizable. They bickered for hours, reminding Loki of their long history of similar arguments. It was only when Thor said, "This is how Tony would do it," that Loki changed his mind. It was true, that Tony's insane plans always seemed to work out in the end.

"That was a low blow there, Thor," Clint commented with a hint of disappointment.

"I only speak the truth."

"He does," Loki agreed, surprising everyone. "Anthony does have an irritatingly strange ability to succeed with little to no planning."

"I don't like being left behind like this," Steve added from across the table. Both Bruce and Natasha nodded in agreement, the later giving Loki the death glare. Loki nearly smiled at the attachment that had grown in the frigid woman for Tony.

"There is no other way. A large party of people will only draw attention to us and you are needed here to deal with Fury."

"We know," Clint said, crossing his arms. "We don't have to like it."

"Should I come?"

Every turned in surprise as Doom entered the room.

"Why would you even want to?" Steve asked, still in shock. "You hate Tony."

"I cannot say I particularly liked the man, but I can't let such a brilliant mind go to waste. I know my abilities will be welcome on this journey."

Loki frowned, realizing what the man meant. "You are concerned for his mind."

Doom nodded and added, "It might also be best if I'm not here when Fury comes looking for me."

The group grew silent. There was an elephant in the room that no one wished to acknowledge. Several elephants, actually. Would the Tony they find be the same Tony that left them all those moths ago? How were they going to deal with Fury while trying to hide the fact that the inventor was missing. Pepper had to know, of course. She had dealt with the company easily, but it was going to be hard to convince SHIELD that they weren't up to something when the one most likely to be sneaking around wasn't there to confirm or deny anything. The amount of problems seemed to be piling up around them at a grotesque rate.

"Yes, you may want join us," Loki said slowly, looking to his brother for confirmation.

Thor nodded and agreed, "he will be needed if Tony is still possessed."

"I'm liking this plan less and less as it goes on," grumbled Clint. Natasha sighed in agreement, but kept her comments to herself.

"We should go," Thor addressed Loki.

Doom approached them, ready to leave before Steve stood up and gave Thor a pat on the back. Nodding to to Loki, he smiled. "Just bring him back to us."

"Actually, before that," Bruce spoke up, approaching Loki. "I need to talk to you for a second. "He glanced at the others and added, "alone."

Loki nodded and followed him out into the hall, curious about the doctor's need for secrecy.

"Look, we both know Tony is not okay," Bruce stated quietly. "Everyone else may have an optimistic point of view, but they never had that thing banging around in their heads like I did."

Loki frowned and kept his questions to himself. Banner hadn't spoken about the possession since it happened. Once they were sure he was alright, he avoided any and all questions asked on the subject. Loki understood, having once been inside the man's mind before. He could only imagine what it was like to have two monsters fighting for control.

Bruce pulled a small gun out of his lab coat pocket. It had a capped dart at one end and a vile of blue liquid at the other. Loki raised an eyebrow, taking it into his hands. "What is this?"

"This," Bruce said with a hint of pride. "Is something I designed to knock someone out no matter how many voices you have in your head."

"How do you know it will work?"

"I tested it on me, so I would know," Bruce replied dryly. "You should probably use on Tony right away, regardless of how harmless he looks."

"Shoot first, ask questions later?"

Bruce smiled in surprise, letting out a rare chuckle. "I see Natasha and you have been spending time together."

"She is surprisingly adept in making people do what she wants. I wasn't aware that I wanted to watch the Mission Impossible movies until she and Clint had their say."

Bruce laughed a little and shook his head. "What I can't understand is why real spies would want to watch a fake spy make an ass out of them self."

"I imagine the concept is the same for you."

"True, I do get a good laugh out of Fringe."

Their smiles faded when Bruce's eyes fell once more on the gun.
"Just use it. It will put him to sleep long enough for you to get him back here. We can figure out the rest after that."

"I understand." Loki paused, still looking down at the unfamiliar weapon in his hand. "You have my thanks."

"Don't thank me yet," Bruce replied darkly. "At this point, I'm not even sure it will work on him."

"Let us hope that it is unnecessary."

"Loki," Bruce began, his voice soft yet stern. "I know you don't want to hear this, but trust me, Tony is not going to be well enough to be simply escorted home. It's going to be a fight, and I'm more than sure you don't have it in you to fight him."

"I am aware," Loki responded acidly. "I am capable of a fight if need be."

"Use it."

Loki met his eyes, holding back the fear he felt, hoping that he still seemed confident. He frowned and glanced away. "I will."

"Stop it!" Tony snapped at the back of the cave.

"But Tony, you seem so lonely."

"Shove it up your non-existent ass. You don't give a fuck about my feelings."

"I care about your well being. Unlike some people."

Tony snarled and threw the crystal he was practicing on at the darkness. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up."
He paused, Feeling a small amount of satisfaction at the sound of the crystal shattering. "You promised last week you wouldn't do it anymore."

"But you like hearing Loke's voice, don't you?"

"I don't want to hear it anymore. So stop."

A rolling chuckle echoed throughout the cave. "You sound better than last month. Who was it who was crying all night for his darling? Mortal's are so fickle."

"So says the asshat who won't teach me any healing or teleportation magic," Tony reminded him angrily. "Thanks for the fucking blankets. Oh, and not letting me heal my goddamn leg properly."

"We can't have you running away, Tony. Who would be your teacher?"

"Fuck you. I doubt I'll ever be able to walk again you selfish dick." Tony took a breath and picked up another crystal. "I won't be much of a weapon if I'm limping around."

"I will teach you in due time," the voice purred. "When you are less temperamental."

Tony snorted and cast a pointed look at the dark shadows of the cave. "It's like you didn't learn a thing about me this entire time."

There was a snicker for an answer, then silence. Tony looked around once more and took it as his cue to continue practicing. For the past six months all he was able to do was make some crystals fill with energy and light a fire. It was sort of helpful for those days he had major panic attacks. He kept a bunch of energized crystals around for when it took all of his energy just to keep breathing. They kept him alive and helped him crawl around the cave.
At first, that bastard's false Loki voice calmed him. It would get him breathing again and further away from blacking out. Eventually, it started to make things worse, so for a while the thing stopped. It had started again this week for no apparent reason other than to harass him.

Ever the charmer.

"Can I try something?" He asked, staring down at the blue, glowing stone in his hand.

"What are you attempting?"

"Just watch..." Tony replied, his mind already forming a visual description of what he wanted to do. It had been hard, at first, for him to understand how magic worked. All the previous times he use it, it was an intense and untamed force unleashed without him even knowing how. It was a long month of schooling before he realized the problem wasn't his capabilities, but his mind. Yes, his brilliant mind was actually standing in the way of being a wizard. Who'd of thought that genius and magic didn't go together? Loki must have been a special case.

The problem lay in the way his mind formulated around a problem. The darkness started with the issue of 'cold'. How do you fix the problem? So Tony started thinking, and planning, and making lists. That's where the creature stopped him.

"You use too many words," he said irritatedly. "You must free your mind of the labels and focus on the actions."

It was easier said than done. Science was all about labels.
'Hydroxide'
'Warning, flammable'
'Poison'
'Do not drink, you idiot'

So to Tony, it was like taking himself back to kindergarten. He had to see Jane run, not judge her trajectory and the velocity needed to catch the ball.

"Okay, you watching?"

"Of course."

Tony grinned and let the magic go, a shimmering cloud forming in front of him. The cloud wavered and changed into the blurry shape of his suit.

"Ha!" he shouted with triumph. The image flickered and disappeared soon after. "Aww, come back baby."

"Quite impressive. I am happy to see you taking the initiative."

Tony nearly laughed. Of course he had been practicing when he left the cave. He would crawl out and sit on top of the cliff, pushing his magic until he could barely see anymore. It wasn't just some sudden burst of genius, he had worked hard to get this far.

Looking around at the small piles of lightly glowing crystals, Tony let out a long sigh. "I don't suppose you'll teach me anything new before the year is up?"

"I was planning to teach you to change your form this week."

Tony perked up at that, dropping another crystal into the pile.
"Why wait, let's do this thing."

There was a pause before the voice spoke from behind his shoulder. "It can only be a small part of you at first. I do not wish to have you half transform and somehow mutilate yourself."

"You almost sound like you care about my pretty face."

"You wish."

Tony laughed, satisfied with the snarky response. It seemed his personality was rubbing off on the creature. "Teach me to change, oh mighty teacher of mine."

"That is the spirit," the voice purred.

An hour later, Tony was able to change his eye color. He had to take the darkness' word for it, because he had no way to tell seeing as he was lacking his full length mirror. Not that he would want to see what he looked like right now.
He did get a weird itchy feeling behind his eyes when they supposedly changed. Tony assumed that was a sign that it was working. After that, everything was much easier. He gave himself slimmer, more ladylike fingers. He amused himself for a while changing his hair color over and over again. Luckily, his hair had grown out almost to his shoulders, giving him the chance to see the change.

At some point during his experimentations, his teacher had began to hum. It was the same song as always, the tune already embedded in Tony's mind.

"Hey," Tony said, looking up after reverting his hands back to his usual callused ones. "What is that song, anyway?"

There was no answer but the continuous humming from the depths of the cave.

"No really, it better not be some slowed down Hendrix shit."

The song continued on without pause. So, Tony gave up and changed his hair to 'Hotrod Red', humming along. After all, he knew the song by heart.

Loki listened intently through the sounds of the Bifrost for any hint if the song Tony spoke of. He had not heard it the first time through and was not going to fail Tony again, if by some chance it was there. Because if it was, it meant Tony was close and that maybe, just maybe, he and the creature had separated.

He heard nothing but the tune of the Bifrost around him, each color chiming with its own magic. Loki smiled to himself sadly, remembering that he was one of the few people who could hear the Bifrost sing. Thor would never be able to see it as more than a tool, where as Loki saw its beating heart.

Odin told him once, many years ago, that only strong magic users could sense it, let alone hear its song. Loki had been so proud when he first heard it. He cried into his mothers arms on their arrival to Alvhiem. He was never able to fool the elves with his immovable mask after that. No matter how many years had passed, they always remembered the young boy crying at the beauty of fine magic.

His smile faded with the song, their inevitable arrival to Asgard approaching far too soon. With the last notes of magic, their eyes filled with the sight of gold.

"You," Heimdall commanded, "are not allowed to be here."

"I would not be here if I were not in dire need of assistance," Loki replied carefully.

The gatekeeper's eyes widened slightly before he muttered quietly, "I know of whom you speak. The mortal has called to me many times over the months."

"You mean to tell me," Loki hissed, his forced calm giving way to shaking with rage. "That you have been listening to his pleas for help, and done nothing?!"

"I am forbidden to aid him, considering who he is and the creature he resides with."

"You could have spoken to me!" Loki shouted, starling both Thor and Heimdall.

The gatekeeper frowned slightly, unaccustomed to Loki expressing his emotions so strongly. "Asgard is not on speaking terms with you currently. I should not be speaking to you, even now."

"He is an innocent man," Loki spat, ignoring Thor's pleading look. "You watched him suffer all these months, and you could not bend a simple rule to save him. If not for your pride, he could have been saved from the torture."

Thor touched Loki's shoulder gently. "Brother, he did what he—"

"No," Heimdall said softly. "Loki is correct. The man is innocent and should not have suffered alone because of my poor judgment."

Loki sneered, not gracing him with an answer. Instead, he turned away, clenching and unclenching his hands as angry green flames curled between his fingers.

From behind him he heard the gatekeeper say, "I shall send you to him immediately."

"You will not tell father of this," Thor demanded. "You owe us that much."

Heimdall's reply was lost under the ringing in Loki's ears.

I will not kill the gate keeper.
I will not kill the gate keeper.
I will not kill...

"Loki," came Thor's voice.

Loki turned to face them both. He glared into Heimdall's golden eyes and asked, "Where is he?"

A flicker of concern came and went in Heimdall's face. "Jotunhiem."

"Of course," Loki hissed, cursing his own foolishness for not thinking of it sooner. Of course Tony would have ended up there. It was the most recently traveled path to Midgard other than the Bifrost.

"Brother," Thor spoke softly, bring Loki back from his bout of self hatred. "We should go."

"Fine." Loki let his eyes meet Heimdall's once more, his anger slipping away as his emotionless mask fell once more into place. "We will be returning by my paths, so we have no further need for you."

"Loki, you wear yourself too thin," Began Heimdall "Take the Bifrost to—"

"Silence!" Loki snarled, his eyes growing dark with a deep rage. "You have no right to comment on my state of health, seeing as you are to blame for all these months of waiting."

The gatekeeper nodded once and shoved the sword into its place, starting the Bifrost suddenly. Thor let out a startled yelp as they were sucked into the rainbow stream once more.

They arrived in a swirl of snow, the ground beneath them cracking from the Bifrost's strength. Doom gaped openly at the ruined world, keeping silent but clearly fascinated by the story of the realm. Thor stood still, only his eyes moving over the scarred landscape. This was his first time retuning here after the inhalation of the Frost Giants, and Loki knew what it was he would see in his brothers eyes. He watched with a strange tension as his brother surveyed the ruined structures before Thor's blue eyes fell to him.

Judgment and pity. What did he expect from Thor, the golden child. The one who could do no wrong, who never hurt anyone. Of course the bumbling oaf was disappointed in his brother yet again. Another mess made by Loki to be ignored or cursed for. Another reason for Thor to wonder who this person he called 'brother' truly was. Loki felt something in their newly melded bond crack, the dark waters of doubt seeping in. He hissed and turned away, ignoring Victor Von Doom's look of confusion.

"Anthony will most likely be in the cave," he called over his shoulder, not bothering to wait for a response. Loki set off at a fast pace, wanting nothing more than to teleport directly to the cave and leave his judgmental brother behind. Loki began weighing his options.

If I go there now, will I be able to manage the journey home?
I have so little power after these past few months.
To transport us home without the aid of the Bifrost takes more magic than—

"Loki!"

He slowed, his shoulders tensing as a familiar hand smashed against his spine. There's another thing he hated that he should have put a stop to many years ago. He may be a god, but Thor put way too much force into his cheerful back slapping.

Loki felt his body tense further, his anger coiling up and ready to burst. He did not want to talk about this. Not now, not ever. Stark was so close, and yet his dearest brother wanted waste time and talk.

"Loki, I do not want you to misunderstand," Thor said, moving in front of him and scowling at Loki's expressionless face.

Loki smiled a wide, fake grin. "I misunderstand nothing. Shall we go?"

"You are clearly angry at me based on some misled assumptions of my behavior."

Loki blinked and stared at his brother, trying to see through the front. Except, there was no front. No mask to hide behind. No inner turmoil waiting to bubble over into reality. Thor wasn't hiding his emotions, he was showing Loki exactly how he felt without reserve. There was the same pitying look in his eyes, coupled with a slight frown of frustration.

"Why?" Loki asked, his eyes fixed on his face, watching for any hints of a lie.

"Why what?"

"Why do you have pity for me?" Loki asked carefully before glancing away. He didn't want to let his brother see his own mask slipping. "It seems out of place considering where we are."

When no answer came, Loki glanced to the side to see Thor looking out over the ice with far away eyes. Something had changed since he awoke from his forced mental capture. He seemed older and more tired.

"Because this was both your family, and your enemies," he said, his eyes still far away.

"They were never my family," Loki snapped, looking out at the smaller ruins of the villages. Homes built for families, not kings. An old ice crawled over his heart and froze in place, protecting him. Keeping him from feeling anything. Keeping him safe.

"Who is your family, then? Is it Odin, Frigga, myself?" Thor asked quietly, his tone stern. "Who qualifies to be family to the great and powerful Loki?"

"Anthony," he replied before Thor even finished his breath.

His brother let out a huff of laughter and ran a hand through his long hair. "I suppose he is your family now. I did not think it were possible, but he has gotten closer to you than anyone."

Loki frowned and peered at his brother, unwilling to admit that those words saddened him. Thor had not fought for his right to be called brother. Instead, he let it go. He admitted that Stark was his only family.

"Thor," he spoke softly. "You are my family."

A smile started to form on the thunderer's tired face.

"As narrow minded, annoying, and an all around gluttonous imbecile that you are."

"I love you too, Loki."

Loki snickered, relaxing without realizing it. He was startled by Doom's voice from behind him.

"Do you hear... singing?"

Their arrival to the cave was rather anticlimactic. Everyone was tense and ready for a fight, only there was none to be had. No one greeted them at the cave entrance, the only hint that someone was living there being the small fire flicking in the back.

Loki frowned as he peered into the darker recesses of the cave, curious about the secondary source of light. The entire place stunk of magic, excessive amounts of it in fact.

Dangerous amounts.

"Anthony...?"

There was a flicker of light in the back and a giggle. Loki balled his hands into fists, ready to fire at the darkness. Before he could begin his attack, the cave began to glow with light from thousands of small, energy filled crystals. They grew brighter and brighter before a human shaped shadow formed at the center of them. It laughed once more, and was gone.

All three of them stood, confused but alert for further movement. When it became clear that the creature was no longer in their presence, Loki turned to Thor.

"If that was he, then where is—"

"BATMAN!? What the hell was that?"

Loki spun at the sound of Stark's voice. It was coming from somewhere out and above the cave. There was a scratchy, sliding noise before Tony rolled into view at the mouth of the cave.

His cheeks were flush, his breath coming in small pants. What was left of his clothing was a mix of patches from what looked like a rough blanket. His beard and hair were long, but oddly clean. What startled Loki most, were his blue eyes.

"S- Stark?"

Tony froze, half sitting up from the frozen ground. His face quickly shifted from shock to rage.

"I SAID NO MORE!" He screamed, sitting up fully, but not leaving the ground. Thor jumped back in surprise, smashing into Doom and sending him sprawling into a pile of crystals. It was noisy and almost comedic, but Stark never took his eyes off of Loki.

Loki stepped a little closer, reaching with his magic for the dart gun. "Anthony, what is wrong?"

"Shut up you fucking, vile piece of shit!" Tony snarled, still sitting on the ground. "You promised me you would stop, yet here you are, fucking me over again."

His breath was coming in shorter bursts. Tony clutched at his chest and started to hyperventilate.

Loki, unsure of what to do, knelt down in front of him warily.

"Anthony," he said quietly, noting the flinch his voice caused. "Tell me, who do you think I am?"

"Bat... man."

Doom let out a startled laugh from back in the cave. "Did he just say Batman?"

Tony froze, no longer breathing as his eyes slid from Loki in front of him to Doom.
"Why are you here?" He asked, his voice more calm. "Why would you be...?"

"I'm here to help your mind from the clutches of the 'Darkness'."

Tony blinked slowly and turned to Loki once more. "Wait... you're real?"

"Do I not look real to you?" Loki asked, reaching a hand out to him.

Tony paled further and flinched back a little, panic in his eyes.
"This is a nightmare again... Don't..." He stuttered to a stop and shuffled backwards a little. "Don't make him hurt me again... anyone but Loki."

Loki's frown deepened, a sharp pain growing in his chest.

Ah, at last...
I can feel our connection again.
I can feel his pain and fear.

"Tony," he began, reaching out and touching the mortal's hand gently. "It is truly me. The darkness fled when we arrived."

"We have arrived," he added quietly. "Albeit, far too late."

Tony stared down at the hand touching his, taking in slow, painful gasps of air. "This can't be happening for real. I've seen this too many times for it to be true."

"How may I prove it to you?"

Tony's eyes darted from Loki to Thor, to Doom. He paused on his fellow inventor and let out a huff of amusement. "You have to be real. Batman wouldn't have thought up a jackass like him just to torture me."

"Hey!"

Tony laughed, a ragged tired sound that had little resemblance to his usual tone. "This is real..." His eyes sharpened. "You said he left?"

"He used these crystals to jump from the realm," Loki replied calmly, still wary of Tony's mood. "I no longer feel his presence."

Tony's eyes dulled, his face going slack. "The crystals... all this time he made me fill those fucking things up just so he could escape?"

"These," Loki gestured behind him to the dark crystals. "Were all from you?"

"Yeah, I've been putting power into them since..." He stopped and looked down at his hands. "Since forever."

"Why? That must have drained you considerably!"

"He said it was practice..."

Loki bit his lip, trying with all his power to keep from holding his lover tightly. He was still unsure of Tony's mental stability right now. Suddenly hugging him could set off another panic attack, or worse.

"Anthony, why—"

"Don't call me that," he snapped at Loki. "Ever. Again."

Loki flinched back slightly, drawing his hand away. Stark snatched it in his and pulled it close to his chest, making a soft, begging sound. Loki's chest tightened more with pain.

"Tony," he said quietly, giving his lover's hands a reassuring squeeze. "Why are your eyes blue?"

Stark snapped his head up and blinked. "Are they? Are they seriously?!" He let out a happy woop and wriggled a little where he sat. "It actually worked. No shit!"

Thor came closer, feeling the mood shift from a less dangerous topic. "What worked, Tony?"

"I change them a while back. I guess I forgot to revert them to good ol' ugly brown."

"Brown is not ugly," Loki said stiffly, confused a little annoyed. "But how did you learn?"

Tony frowned, his strange, blue eyes filled with a wave of emotion. "I had an interesting teacher."

"The darkness?" Loki asked incredulously.

"Yeah, he was helpful. Although," Tony sneered, "he did only teach me enough to keep him well stocked in magic, and for mild entertainment."

"Your eye is healed," Loki muttered, just now realizing that Tony had not moved from the ground. His leg was heavily wrapped in scraps of blankets, laying out to his side limply. "Yet not your leg," he added bitterly.

"He healed the eye in my sleep after I sort of accidentally fell off the cliff side by accident," Tony said. He shrugged and added, "The leg never set right."

"I will fix it when we return home. I do not have enough magic to heal you and send us back."

"Why not? What have you been up to?"

"I was attempting to heal Thor," Loki replied.

"Heal him?" Tony asked, raising an eyebrow at the perfectly healthy ,blond god behind Loki.

"I was unwell after the creature entered my mind," Thor spoke, his voice hinting at his exhaustion. "My brother and Doctor Doom helped me free myself from his curse."

"What did he do you to, buddy? You look dead tired and maybe a little older..." Tony tilted his head. "Is that a gray hair I see?"

Ignoring his question, Thor moved closer and crouched down to look Stark over. There was a slight frown on his face when he asked, "Why are you unharmed?"

"Does the bad leg not count? Or the bruises? How about all the cuts from falling off a cliff? Or does my wounded pride not count either?"

Doom joined them, staying behind the two gods. "He means your mind, Stark."

Tony rolled his eyes. "He wasn't in there all that often. Mostly when he felt like... punishing me for shit."

Thor's frown deepened, sending a meaningful look to Loki on his right. Loki promptly ignored the look, choosing to focus on his lover instead.

"You seem well enough to come with us now," he said, standing and pulling Stark up on his one good leg. "Shall we depart?"

"Yeah," Tony replied eagerly before glancing back into the cave. "Uh, let me just grab something."

"Actually, can someone just get it for me?" He asked, smiling nervously. "This is the most vertical I've been all year."

"How have you been moving around?" Loki asked, slipping his arm around Stark's waist.

"Long story, not that fun to listen to. Doom, you get it."

"What is it I am looking for?" Doom replied once he reached the area that looked most lived in.

"A notebook. It should be right there."

While Doom tossed some crystals around, muttering under his breath, Thor moved closer to Tony. His frown was still firmly in place. This brought a strange irritation to Loki.

"Tony," Thor began again, "The being has always attempted to kill you before now. What has changed so much that he would not only let you live, but aid in your survival?"

Thor could not see Tony's face from where he was standing. Loki was glad, for the moment, that he was spared the sight.

The tense, cheerful mask slipped away to expose the utterly raw anguish that lurked behind it. Loki knew that Tony had kept that facade up for himself all this time. Lying to himself to get by. Fooling himself that he was alright, that nothing had changed in him.

He had changed. He was no longer the genius billionaire who always pulled through with his sharp wit and clever plans. Tony had become a haunted, tortured man. He lost something that Loki feared would never come back. Something Loki knew he himself could never return to his lover.

Tony's answer came out slowly, as if dragged from the depths of the cave itself. "I'm special."

"Special?"

"You don't want to hear it, Thor," Tony replied, his hollow eyes fixed on the frozen floor.

"We need to know..." Thor pushed once more.

Tony chuckled darkly. "I'm a weapon, and no power in the 'verse can stop me."

I'm sorry for the lateness of the chapter. I was working on several works at once. Please review!