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on a side note, the end of this chapter makes me feel ever so slightly evil
Mwahaha
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Never!
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Tony's POV
When the alarm went Tony was having a heated discussion with Bruce. Tony was telling Bruce that there was no such thing as magic whilst Bruce kept insisting that as all the other possible situations had been proven impossible then whatever was left, no matter how ridiculous, had to be the truth.
At the sound of the alarm the pair of them stopped talking instantly.
Bruce frowned. "What happened?" He asked.
Tony shrugged. "Who knows? We had best go find out. You coming?"
Bruce held up his hands in mock surrender. "Not unless you want the 'other guy' out there."
Tony grinned. "It would be great for stress relief . . ." But when Bruce shook his head Tony sighed and ran off.
He found the situation faster than he thought he would. He had barely turned the corner when he almost ran into a group of five agents. They were frozen solid.
Tony shivered, but not from the cold. He understood what was happening now. Frosty had escaped.
He abruptly changed tact. Tony knew he wouldn't stand a chance against Frosty without his suit so this was now what he ran to fetch.
Once he had suited up he activated his new scanners. He had calibrated them to detect the energy that Frosty had been giving off during their last fight.
Tony swore, nothing. Well, not nothing exactly, but his sensors were being overloaded by the storm outside which appeared to be giving off the same energy signature.
"Jarvis!" He called. "Can you find where Frosty's run off to?"
"Mr Frost is on the top level of the Helicarrier –"
"Thanks Jarvis." He said and activated his thrusters, flying out of the Helicarrier and heading towards where Frosty was from outside of the Helicarrier.
"Sir. I do not approve of attacking outright. Mr Frost is a strong fighter. In his current situation you are at a disadvantage."
Tony frowned. "What do you mean 'current situation' Jarvis?"
There was a pause before Jarvis responded. "Mr Frost is yelling at Director Fury Sir. Would you like a video feed?"
Tony did not hesitate before answering. "Of course. If its good enough I might even let Frosty get away with it for a bit before I take him down."
"As you wish Sir."
Tony rose in the air till he was above Frost and Fury. He noticed that the suit was struggling to keep him in one position due to the storm but he shrugged it off, his suit wasn't that weak. Instead Tony chose to focus on the video feed to his suit.
"Fury!" bellowed Frosty. Tony could almost hear the boy naturally from where he flew.
"Stay still Frost. We had an agreement." Came Fury's answer. Huh, so Fur was trying to make a deal with the boy. Tony doubted that would work.
"Don't try to make a deal with me Fury." Huh, Tony had been right, the kid didn't bite. "Give me back what is mine!" Tony briefly wondered what the kid was talking about. Surely the stick wasn't this important?
"No Frost. If you don't give me my answers Shield will destroy your staff."
Tony watched as the director listed the stick. Then his eyes widened in horror as Frosty ran straight at Fury, not heading the wind which was raging around him.
Tony dived, but he was too late. Frosty collided with Fury and the staff went flying from his hands. Frosty reached out for it . . . and missed.
"Noo!" Frosty yelled as the stick went over the side of the Helicarrier.
Tony landed next to the boy and grabbed his arm, pulling him up to a stand.
His heart lurched. Loki's son was crying. But it had only been a stick. It was only a stick wasn't it?