Eleven
I had just walked into Stark Towers, hoping to change clothes, when lo and behold our one eyed fearless leader was blocking my entrance.
"Meeting. Now." Fury demanded.
"Now? I just got home honey." I jested.
"Now." He growled. I found an empty office on the main floor. He threw the same paper Natasha had, at me. I rolled my eyes.
"I've already seen it. Nat threw it at me about 20 minutes ago. And how is this any different than any other time I've been caught with a woman?"
"This is how." He handed me a photo from before the bombing last night. "How do you manage to keep being with this woman during the same exact time her doppelgänger is blowing up half of New York." Again, I was looking at a picture of my raven haired goddess.
"It's simple, Nick. When a boy and girl love each other very much…" I started.
"Cut the crap. I think you two are working together."
"The fuck, Fury. You can't go around accusing everyone I sleep with of everything. I saved the world for fucks sake." I argued.
"You were with her the entire time?"
" Yes," I breathed. "Thor and Bruce got us out of the elevator. Natasha watched me go into the elevator. 'L' was waiting for me there."
"Her name is Elle? What else do you know about her?" Fury pressed.
"She's really good in bed and had an insatiable need for sex."
"You know what I mean."
"No, that's all I really know. We really haven't talked."
"I think you need to get out of New York for awhile. You're too close to this."
"Maybe you need to fuck off and just trust I have nothing to do with this."
"Get out." Fury pointed to the door.
"This is my building, you get out." I stated. Fury left in a huff. I stood in the empty office a little while longer, staring at the photograph. There was no way this was the same woman. I had her pinned to the wall of the elevator when the timestamp on the picture occurred. They looked alike, but I was with her, my hands were on those perfect breasts. Maybe this is all a bad nightmare. Maybe Fury was right, I needed to leave New York.
The trip up the elevator was uneventful. My penthouse the same mess I'd left it. I shed my shirt and pants on the way to the shower. I remembered the necklace, not wanting to lose it. I held it gently, running my thumb across the design. It looked to be a long enough chain, I tried it on. Maybe my focus would return if I had her close to me. It hung down far enough that no one would be the wiser.
I took my shower. Probably a lot longer of a shower than I needed. I was lounging under the hot water, thinking of 'L'. Thought of those emerald green eyes staring into my soul. Her lips on mine. Her long fingers caressing the magnet in my chest. My own fingers trailing down my stomach, fondling myself to hardness. I imagined her mouth engulfing me.
"Sir," Jarvis interrupted, scaring me half to death, "Mr. Odinson and Mr. Banner would like to speak with you."
"Fuck! Jarvis, I'll take the call later."
"They are waiting to see you in the main foyer, sir."
"Fuck my life!" I yelled. Think anything but 'L'. I flooded the shower with cold water needing my erection gone. Think baseball, Sarah Palin on a cold day, Capsicle sucking off Fury.
That did it. Now I'd never get that image out of my head.
As it was my place and I rarely get guests I had to walk out in a towel.
"Good afternoon, Tony. Get in late?" Bruce chuckled.
"Fuck you too. Thanks for saving me guys. Why didn't someone go after the idiot that got the one photo of my naked ass?" I pulled my jeans on, discarding the towel.
"We didn't know till morn, friend Stark." Thor said.
"Well, now I'm dealing with fall out from Fury and Nat. I got the cold shoulder from both this morning. Fury even told me to leave New York until this blows over."
"He what?" Bruce asked surprised.
"Fury thinks I'm somehow involved with these bombings. Just because the woman I'm sleeping with could be the bombers twin." I threw the photo and newspaper on the table for them to see. While they examined the paper I got myself a drink, as it was going to be a long day.
"We saw you two together. This is ridiculous!" Bruce threw the papers at Thor.
"I know, I have the scratches and bite marks to prove it." I turned my back to them, displaying the long scratches along my back. Thor stood and grabbed a beer from behind me.
"Ah, it appears you have a feisty one. Good show." Thor slapped my shoulder. He saw the little chain and picked up the charm off my chest. "This is hers?"
"Yeah, she left it in the hotel room last night, I didn't want to lose it."
"I believe you may be in danger." Thor's brow furled. Bruce stepped closer to get a better look at the charm. "I believe your woman to be a follower of Loki. This is his crest."
"You told us Loki was dead. He died defending your Jane against the dark elves or some crap like that." I said, taking it from him. "Besides, you and your brother are worshipped as gods in different cultures around the world. It probably means nothing."
"You may be right, friend. But watch your back. I thought Loki to be dead once." Thor insisted. I pushed him, not that he went far.
"You're just jealous. I have the one woman in the world that doesn't want you."
"Tony," Bruce cut in, "I don't think he means it like that. I think there maybe a reason to worry if she was wearing the crest of Loki."
"Jealous! Jealous the pair of you! I have something you can't have and you're making a big deal out of this. I'm going to Malibu to oversee the reconstruction of my house there. You two have fun catching the mad bomber for S.H.I.E.L.D. Nobody fucking wants me around anyway!" I threw my hands in the air and set to packing a few things I needed at my destroyed house.
"Friend Stark, it is not like that."
"Thor, leave him. There's no dealing with him when he like this." Bruce took Thor back to the elevator.
"Good riddance." I snorted. After spending 20 minutes throwing things into a duffel bag, I sat on the bed. I played with the small charm between my fingers. I ran my thumb over and over the intertwined snakes. I followed each one through the figure eight. Two snakes each biting their own tails. I stared at for a long while, thinking over the possibilities. Loki was dead. Thor said he held him as he died in his arms. He died a hero saving Jane from certain death. Maybe 'L' was just one of these new age pagans and decided Loki was her patron God. This shouldn't be something to worry about, should it?