So this is where the second storyline is introduced. This is a promptbased multichapter story, not a series of one-shots, but it has three different timeframes within. One is past, one is present, and later on we will introduce the future, or the last plotline, as well. The ideas this far are all my own (besides the MARWEL-owned stuff, naturally), but that is only because no prompts have been offered.
I do not claim to own "Avengers", I do not even claim to have seen them!
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Past
Loki turned his head away, and closed his eyes. Ever since he had been captured, ten days ago, and S.H.I.E.L.D had taken hold of him, time had been a constant humiliation. Loki did not reply to the questioning of the agents, nor accept any threats or offers. They did not torture him; nothing like Asgard where snake venom dripped slowly into your eyes might be a real possibility (and had even happened to him in the past, actually), but the restraints and the force feeding was almost worse.
Now he was being moved to Stark Tower, as they had apparently given up on him. He would never have allowed it, of course, but they had managed (with much help from Thor and what Loki stubbornly thought of as Thor's family, not his own) to restrain his magic, and he really had no other option than obeying, though he admittedly really didn't.
Loki continued to just ignore the agents around him, as he was moved, and chained to a wall in Stark Tower. (Seriously? How medieval) He really couldn't do much to stop it. He tensed up and tried to shrug them off as he felt heavy hands trapping him, attempting to pour something which smelled disgusting into his throat. He bit them, and they withdrew, but he knew the breather would not be long. And it would only get worse for the resistance.
Then, there was a much smaller, less aggressive, hand touching his shoulder, and he turned his head to see a smallish, blond woman offering him a glass of what looked like pure water, not that awful, nutritional goo they forced down his throat regularly. "Drink" she offered kindly, merely looking concerned, not anything else. Loki decided to let her give him the water, and though he said nothing, he cooperatively drank as she held it to his lips. "Pepper!" He suddenly heard the upset voice of Tony Stark, Ironman, and the woman -Pepper, apparently- smiled at him, took the empty glass and walked through the room. Then she was gone.