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The Avengers: Tainted Love	By : ParadoxdelaPaladino Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 6390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Author’s Note: Thank you to all my readers! Unfortunately, one of my betas was unable to read over this chapter but if she ever gets a chance, I will repost it with corrections.
Thank you to my beta AG!

~*~
“Wouldn’t that be a faster route?”
“Construction. Not safe for driving.”
Tony watched the driver’s eyes shift nervously from the rearview mirror back to the road as he stumbled over his words in Ukrainian. He found the reaction odd but decided against pressing further. Instead he began tinkering with his phone out of boredom.
“What did he say?”
“Something about construction.”
“Something feels . . . off,” Loki sighed as he continued to watch the trees zoom by.
“No shit. I can’t get any reception here,” he thrust the phone back in his pocket and looked out the window again.
The rest of the drive continued in silence except for the music blaring from the radio. When they crested a hill, Tony pressed himself against the glass as he took his first look at the asylum. The car jolted as it drove along the hastily constructed dirt path before stopping abruptly in front of the entrance.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Loki exited the steel trap of death, happily leaving Tony inside to deal with the payment. Tony glanced at the meter and took out some Ukrainian Hryvnia before handing it to the driver who mumbled his thanks. The door had barely locked into place when the brakes squeaked and the driver took off in a hurry, not even bothering to count the money.
Tony dusted himself off before turning to look at the structure in front of him. A layer of concrete covered the three story building with red bricks sticking out in places like holes in a blanket. Smoke rose from the two chimneys which were strategically placed on either end of the roof.
Each floor had rectangular windows which were evenly spaced. The drab choice of color combined with the simple architecture was a throwback to the Soviet era and judging from the erosion, the building had enjoyed its heyday sometime in the late 1950’s. Grass grew freely and in abundance around the building; its vibrant green hue contrasting sharply with the sad grey building.
“Colorful.”
“It’s a mental institution, not an amusement park.”
Tony shrugged.
“Still, they could have tried to make it cheerful.”
Tony took once last glance at the façade of the building before following Loki up the cement steps. The instant he walked through the door, his senses were bombarded by yellow starting with the overwhelming aroma of lemons.
From the ground to about midway up, the walls was a faded yellow color when suddenly painted had decided to go with a retina destroying white. The floor was covered with light green tiles which, although eroded in a few places, shined nonetheless.
“Colorful enough for you?” Loki grinned as he saw Tony take in the vibrant colors.
“All this place is missing is orange and then it would be the perfect asylum for citrus fruits.”
Loki shook his head with a smile before walking down the hallway leaving Tony to continue inspecting the decor. Part of Tony really wanted to lick the walls to see if that’s where the lemon smell was coming from.
A sudden faint smell of tobacco drifted by, mixing with the lemon scent. He turned around in confusion before his eyes stopped at a figure leaning against a wall a few doors down. Squinting, Tony could make out the man’s sleek brown hair and neat vest and slacks. A nurse in a white overcoat hurried down the hallway, passing through the man as if he were air. She nodded a greeting towards Tony before continuing on her way.
Tony blinked his eyes, thinking that they were playing tricks on him. When he opened them again, the man was still leaning against the wall, taking a drag of his cigar. Curious, Tony took a few more steps forward and as soon as the man’s face came into view, he froze.
“Dad?”
Just as the man opened his mouth to speak, an arm grabbed Tony and turned him around.
“There you are. I talked to the head nurse, Valentina. She said we can see our brother tomorrow. Apparently, he’s had an episode and –,” Loki paused mid-sentence as Tony wrenched his arm away and began walking down the hall. He stopped in the middle and began moving in circles as if he were searching for something.
“Did you lose something?”
As if hearing Loki’s voice for the first time, Tony looked at him with surprise.
“What? When did you get back here?”
“Is something wrong?”
“Wrong? No, everything is peachy! I thought I saw something, that’s all,” he shook his head with a smile but could not shake the image of his father.
~*~
Smoke drifted through the open window and towards a wall of trees that leaned together as if sharing a secret. Carefully extinguishing what was left of the cigarette, Tony took another from the pack he had found in a nightstand and lit it.
The trees swayed under the gentle breeze and seemed to whisper his name. He smiled at his imagination but could not suppress a shudder. With a final glance towards the window, he moved towards the heap on the bed, grabbing a blanket on the way. After covering the shivering form, he walked out the door, closing it gently behind him unaware that a pair of green eyes had bolted open.
~*~
If anyone saw him walking out the back door, they made no move to stop him. They were all too busy huddled into a group gossiping and enjoying their evening smoke in a corner of the building.
Ever since he was forced to go on a mission to recollect the Avengers, Tony had not had a moment to himself. With eager steps, he walked into the forest, inhaling the fresh scent of the pines mingled with the cool night air. After a few minutes of walking, a strange realization hit him. With the exception of the branches he broke under his feet there was no other sound. Not a hoot from an owl or the rustle of small animals running in the brush.
A brief flare of panic ran through him, causing him to walk faster. When he saw a flash of orange he began running forward, making a raucous in the still forest. A few of the lowered branches managed to smack him in the face before he finally emerged into a clearing.
The first thing he noticed was bumper cars. All of them had deteriorated but at different stages. Many still retained their full yellow color with the exception of rusted holes here and there while others were unrecognizable. Some of them stood upright, but most were on their side in indiscernible patters. The platform where they once stood was a few feet away, covered in mud. He moved quietly through the wreckage, stopping to gaze at the intact Ferris wheel, its passenger cars swaying gently. The creaking of metal caught his attention and he turned see swings moving slowly in the wind, barely holding onto to the rusting metal bars above them.
Leaving the rusted remains of the park behind, he walked towards the main city, which was composed of similar, multi-floor buildings, most likely living quarters. Out of habit, he stepped onto the concrete sidewalk and laughed at himself.
Everything seemed to conform to some sort of grid pattern. There were equal spaces between the buildings which all had an equal number of balconies and windows.
“Anthony.”
He froze in his steps, anxiously looking around for the source of the voice but only heard the wind whip through the buildings. Blaming his sleep-deprived mind, he shook off the feeling. Taking a cigarette from his pocket it, he lit it before continuing his excursion,
The emptiness of the city reminded him of an abandoned mining town he had seen back in the States, with the absence of the typical rolling tumbleweed. Grass had managed to grow between cracks in the pavement but had turned yellow from lack of attention. Colorful graffiti adorned some of the walls of the buildings and ranged from intricate murals to anti-political slogans to curse words.
A few feet away stood a kiosk, with glass that had been broken a long time ago. Curious, he walked over and after rummaging around, he pulled out a faded newspaper. He began to skim the words, catching a few phrases at a time.
“April 27, 1986: For the residents of Pripyat . . . advisable by officials . . . short-term evacuations . . . take food and documents . . . please keep calm. . .”
His eyes scanned the page frantically and finally the word he was unknowingly looking for caught his attention.
Chernobyl.
Tony sighed as he let the newspaper flutter to the ground. That one word seemed to explain both the driver’s choice of route and the nurse’s insistence that he and Loki stay on the grounds of the hospital for the duration of their stay.
He couldn’t believe he had been worried about discovering some dark secret, probably involving ghosts, when all this time they were simply near an abandoned city, frozen in the Soviet era. He shook his head while laughing at his stupidity.
With a bounce in his step, Tony strolled around the city with a new found air of curiosity. A dull yellow building with “Hospital” written in Ukrainian at the top caught his eye. He took a drag of his cigarette as he made his way to the deteriorating concrete steps, wondering how much would be visible in the darkness.
Luckily, the sun had just begun to set and light still poured into the abandoned building as Tony made his way inside. He had only intended to look around briefly but a light bulb in the ceiling of the deserted hallway caught his attention.
The evacuation directions were clear and he knew for a fact that no one lived in the city or came to upkeep it. Most likely the electricity had been cut after everyone had evacuated. There was absolutely no reason why an abandoned hospital should have working lights.
His eyes moved from the light bulb to the decaying walls. The plaster had peeled, revealing multiple layers of paint. From the corner of his eye, he noticed a curious blue glow and turned. He took a few more cautious steps, noting that the blue orb seemed attached to a form.
“Anthony.”
He flinched at the sound of his name, certain that the voice was not a figment of his imagination.
“What do you want? I’m not in the mood to play games.”
The form shifted and Tony caught a glimpse of brown hair tainted with blond streaks. A distinctive crackling sound echoed within the walls as two blue lines extended from the form. As a precaution, Tony took a step back in shock just as an electric whip lashed at him, missing his head by inches.
“Vanko?!”
In an effort to escape the biting sting of the whip, Tony threw himself against a wall as his shout penetrated the silence. When he turned to look towards his nemesis, he saw nothing but an empty hallway.
Without his suit, he didn’t stand a chance at defeating his foe and decided to make his way towards the exit. He ran down the hallway and turned a corner towards where the door should have been. Instead he found himself in another hallway.
He stared at the wall in shock and watched a hospital bed, consumed by rust roll out from one of the doors. Its wheels creaked with the effort as it turned towards Tony who stood rooted to the spot. With a creak the hospital bed began moving down the hall slowly before picking up speed as it raced down the corridor.
Turning on his heel, he printed as fast as he could as the lights flickered above him, some bulbs exploding with an eerie crackle. From a distance he spotted a dead end and sharply turned a corner, colliding with a wall of flesh and metal.
The force of the impact caused him to bounce back on the ground. When he looked up he saw a hand reaching for him and he rolled onto his knees in an attempt to escape. The hand grabbed his ankle and dragged him along the ground before slamming him against a wall.
Momentarily stunned, Tony didn’t notice the man moving closer until his hand encircled his neck. In horror, Tony began clawing at the fingers cutting off his oxygen as he was lifted off the ground effortlessly. Panic surged through his veins and he continued to punch and scratch like an animal.
A light bulb above the man flickered on and Tony turned his face, fully expecting to stare into the dark eyes of his Russian nemesis.
Instead, he stared into the mournful eyes of his father.
“Anthony, why did you kill me?”
A nauseating feeling overtook him as the hand around his throat tightened, preventing him from making any sounds other than desperate gurgles. He tried to shake his head, to talk to do anything other than struggle helplessly in the iron grip.
“You disappoint me,” the voice breathed.
Before Tony could respond, his father’s face began scarring as it changed back into the face of his nemesis. With a sadistic grin, another hand reached up to grasp his shirt before hurling him against a wall. Tony screamed as his spine collided with the concrete and he slid to the ground in a heap.
Rolling to his side, Tony coughed as his lungs fought to regain some oxygen. A tremor ran through him as a gauntlet of emotions, ranging from fear to grief, consumed him. While he was struggling to get up, a crackle echoed through the darkness and he tensed as the electric whip struck him across his bruised back. He screamed from the pain and the smell of his own burning flesh made him want to vomit.
Propping himself on his arms, Tony turned towards his foe, only to be slapped across the face with a whip. He fell back to the ground, too hoarse to manage another scream. A few quiet moments passed as he lay panting on the ground before he attempted to move into a crouching position.
“What’s wrong with you?”
The voice sounded distant and he barely registered the change in accents as he slowly stood up, using the wall next to him as a crutch. A seething hatred rushed through him as he turned towards his attacker and charged forward with what remained of his strength. His vision blurred as he punched blindly only vaguely aware that he had cornered his enemy.
Feeling he had gained the upper hand, he began savagely attacking the form. He ripped anything he could get his hands on and briefly registered digging his nails into a face, his fingers sliding across the flesh as they drew blood. A hand grabbed one of his wrists. Undeterred, Tony used his other hand to continuously punch the torso. A voice was shouting at him which Tony only heard as a muffled noise.
A punch collided with his temple, knocking him to the ground and he lay there, deaf and blind to everything around him. The feet of his attacker came into view. Instead of the prison shoes and orange pants he expected, he saw military styled boots with a hint of a green tinted trench coat.
He brought his hands shakily underneath him and moved himself into a sitting position as his eyes moved further upward. He first noticed the ripped and bloodied tunic as well as the long scratches tainting the pale cheek, the blood mixing with grime. Loki was breathing heavily as his wide green eyes stared down at him.
He was in a defensive stance, his fingers clenched and unclenched, ready to attack at any second. Tony sat back, pulling his legs towards him in a protective curl.
The tears that had threatened to spill earlier were now rolling silently down his cheeks as his whole body convulsed. He moved into a tighter ball unable to look at Loki who was probably looking at him with disgust at such a human display of emotions.
His lungs burned from the raw intensity of his emotions. He wanted to say something – to apologize for scarring Loki’s face but he couldn’t bring himself to formulate any words.
When he had no more strength left he stopped crying and sat there in silence. Before he could say anything he felt a hand gently place itself on his shoulder. Without thinking, Tony took it and kissed its wrist.
“I’m sorry,” he managed to croak out, afraid of looking up into the scornful green eyes. Loki moved towards him and wrapped his other arm around his shoulders, bringing Tony into his chest. Tony eagerly clutched the torn fabric as he burrowed his face into the offered comfort.
When he finally had enough courage, he moved to look into Loki’s eyes. The green orbs stared back at him with pity and he sat there frozen, unable to comprehend that Loki could even feel such an emotion, let alone for him.
“I’m sorry . . . your face,” Tony reached a shaking hand to lightly trace the angry red scratches adorning the pale check. Loki stroked the matted brown hair as he held Tony close.
“Let’s go back.”
Tony nodded numbly as he made a motion to get up but his legs gave under his weight and he collapsed back down to the ground. He wished the ground would swallow him whole so that Loki didn’t have to witness this moment of weakness, let alone be privy to his mental breakdown.
Without a word, Loki moved his arm around Tony’s waist and lifted him from the ground. As soon as Tony could feel his legs, he moved away from Loki.
They stood in an awkward silence, before Loki began walking away slowly, turning back to make sure Tony followed. With his eyes fixed on the ground, Tony walked behind Loki as they both exited the hospital.
When they were outside, Tony began giggling. Loki looked back at him in shock, his green eyes searching for an explanation.
“I think it’s hilarious that I’ve had a mental breakdown in a mental institution,” Tony said between fits of laughter, tears stinging his eyes. “Maybe you should check me in when we get back. Bruce and I can be roommates!”
“Let’s get back. I’ll get you some ice for your head.”
Ignoring Loki’s rare display of concern, Tony doubled up in a fit of laughter.
“And maybe some valium or a nice straight jacket. Do they come in red?”
He felt a hand grasp his shoulder and he flinched; waiting for the hit. The hit never came. Instead Loki pulled Tony into a hug.
“Stop it.”
“Am I freaking you out? What’s the matter? Never seen a human break down? I’m guessing this was the human weakness that you –”
“Stop,” green eyes blazed down at him intently.
Tony looked up at the god’s worn face and wrapped his arms around him like Loki was his only link to the sane world.
~*~
They reentered the compound of the asylum in silence. A glance at Loki showed that he was deep in thought and Tony was too embarrassed to say anything. He wanted nothing more than to crawl under a blanket and hide his face in shame.
From a distance the asylum looked beautiful in a haunting way. Its grey walls almost shone in the moonlight. The strange sight kept Tony transfixed and he did not notice he was staring until he heard a door shut quietly. He looked around and noticed he was alone and for once in his life the feeling scared him.
Once he was inside, the yellow walls seemed to calm him down and some nurses walked by with a yawn, complaining about their ungodly hours.
As if on autopilot he made his way back to their room and his fingers ghosted the door knob. He just wanted this night to be over. With a small creak, he turned the knob and entered the room, surprised to see Loki pouring scotch into two glasses.
“I thought you’d like a drink.”
“You make me feel like an alcoholic.”
“You are,” Loki smiled reaching a glass towards him. Tony took off his coat and tossed it on a nearby chair. He eagerly took the offered drink and swallowed the stinging liquid in one gulp. Without a word, Loki refilled his glass before pouring himself one.
Loki walked over to the bed and sat down, gazing outside at the red streaks in the sky. Clutching his glass, Tony walked over and dropped his full weight on the couch, jerking when it gave a loud creak. They sat in silence for a minute before Tony loudly cleared his throat.
“There’s something wrong here. Ever since we got here I’ve been seeing ghosts from my past.”
“I thought you don’t believe in ghosts.”
Loki took a sip as he continued to stare out the window.
“I don’t,” Tony swirled the amber liquid in his glass. “I think it may be some kind of interference. This isn’t the first time I’ve had problems with this.”
Loki turned to look at him as Tony tapped his arc reactor.
“It’s keeping me alive but I’ve noticed it reacts with other energy sources and I’ve had hallucinations before but never so real.”
Loki quietly took a sip, waiting for Tony to continue.
“Now that I’ve had time to think about it, I realize there must be something here that’s causing it.”
“Are you talking about the blast?”
Tony looked up in surprise.
“I did some research.”
“No,” he smiled, shaking his head. “Chernobyl happened many years ago. What remains of the explosion is not enough to affect me. The only explanation I can come up with is whatever technology they are using to sedate Bruce.”
“The brute?”
Tony laughed.
“Yes, the brute. Whatever it is it’s causing a reaction in me. I don’t know how we’ll get him out if I start attacking you again.”
“Don’t feel too bad. I’m still your enemy,” Loki grinned.
“Are you?”
The question hung in the room and neither could provide the answer. Loki opened his mouth a few times to answer, but every time he wanted to say something he seemed to stop himself. He distracted himself by drinking his beverage. Just as he turned to Tony, a scream interrupted him.
In an instant their eyes locked and they placed their glasses down. They both rushed out of the room and ran down the hallway towards the shouts. They didn’t need to go far before they spotted a green giant throwing people to the side like rag dolls.
Loki eagerly ran ahead, itching for a battle while Tony lagged behind distracted by the whispers in the hallway. As Loki turned a corner, the whispers around Tony turned into screaming and he placed his hands over his ears as if the action would deaden the noise. Words jumbled together and none made a coherent thought.
“SHUT UP!”
His scream went unheeded.
Some of the screams turned into groans until there was a symphony of pain inside his mind. When his eyes bolted open he saw nothing but a pristine white hallway. Tony cautiously removed his hands and stood up straight as he looked around.
He turned in a circle until he realized he was in the center where four identical, never ending hallways met. His footsteps echoed loudly as he walked over to touch a wall. It seemed real. He reached for the doorknob and found that it was locked. With all his might he slammed into the door, but it would not budge.
“This isn’t real,” he whispered to himself.
Every other light bulb began to break above him and the once white hallway began to decay. Paint dripped down the walls revealing the grey cement beneath. As soon as the paint hit the floor, it evaporated in a cloud of dust. Within moments Tony seemed to be back in the deserted hospital in Pripyat.
“Loki!”
Over and over, Tony shouted his ally’s name like a chant, but only heard the echo of his own shouts. He began running down the endless hallway, hoping to find some sort of anomaly. His lungs began to burn and he stopped momentarily to breathe. When he looked at his chest he noticed his arc reactor blink a few times before returning to its normal blue hue.
He touched it lightly and thought of disengaging it if only to see his sanity return to him. Somewhere in front of him a door creaked open. Tony lifted his head and his heart stopped at the sight of his father.
“You’re too much of a coward for that.”
“You’re not real.”
“Maybe I am. Maybe I’m not,” the figure shrugged taking his hands out of his pockets.
Tony stared at the likeness of his father. He remembered his father wearing the exact same clothes the last time he saw him. Part of him wished this man was real so that he could have some closure.
“You never did have any iron in your backbone,” Howard sighed, shaking his head. “That’s why I never told you I loved you – you were my son and such a disappointment.”
The words went straight to Tony’s heart and even though he told himself over and over again that he was experiencing a hallucination, he felt truth in the words.
“That,” Howard pointed to the arc reactor. “Is the pathetic invention keeping you alive, is it not? It’s akin to a comatose patient being kept alive with breathing and feeding apparatuses.”
“Is this what you want me to do, huh?” Tony grasped his arc reactor, allowing irrational emotions to cloud his judgment. “Pull this out to prove that I have some iron in my backbone?”
Howard shrugged.
“You’d surprise me, for sure.”
Rage ran through Tony as he began untwisting his arc reactor without a second thought. The world around him crumbled and shook before breaking like glass. He fell to his knees as he continued removing his invention.
“Wonderful!” Howard laughed as he evaporated and Tony fell on his back. His breathing became ragged but he smiled. The familiar ceiling of the asylum overhead brought him comfort. With a crash, his hearing returned as he saw nurses run by him screaming. He heard the sound of a wall crumbling before the Hulk emerged. He roared at the retreating personnel before he spotted Tony lying on the ground.
Without hesitation, he charged forward, his steps crushing the tiles beneath. Tony closed his eyes in anticipation, not particularly fond of witnessing the Hulk’s fist before it mashed him into the ground. Someone moved on top of him and Tony felt a blow reverberate through the warm body. His eyes bolted open to see Loki above him, holding himself up by his arms. His armor was in tatters and his hair clung to his face in strange patterns.
“What are you doing!?” Loki shouted as he eyed the disengaged arc reactor.
“Making my father proud,” Tony smiled as he felt the life ebb out of him. Above him Loki growled before clutching Tony to his chest. At the Hulk’s roar, Loki gathered Tony in his arms and began sprinting away as fast as he could.
“That’s shiny,” Tony giggled and Loki turned to see red energy coursing between metal tubes. His eyes widened in realization as he made a dash towards it. Once inside the room, he placed Tony on a stretcher before running out of the room.
Tony closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them he saw Loki standing in the doorway with an axe and knew his arousal was not a normal reaction.
“You’re going to end my misery? Dying hurts,” he wheezed. Loki heaved an exasperated sigh before walking over to the metal tubes, bringing the axe above his head before savagely destroying the machine. With a spark, the red energy disappeared.
Satisfied, Loki dropped the axe on the floor before walking over to Tony. He grabbed the arc reactor in one hand and used the other to lift Tony’s shirt.
“No!” Tony whined. “Please, I don’t want to hallucinate again! Please.”
Loki ignored Tony’s incessant begging and roughly batted away Tony’s hands as he replaced the arc reactor with a few creaking twists. Tony screamed as a tearing sensation ripped through his body. Outside the room a growl erupted, shaking everything around it.
Loki bent to pick up the axe and stared at the creature. Suddenly, the creature’s roars turned into small whines as he began losing his green shade. Green muscles rippled as the Hulk decreased in size until a very naked Bruce Banner stood in his place. He put his hand to his head as he moved around in a drunken haze. He lifted his eyes to see Loki standing in the doorway with an axe.
“What the . . . fuuu –”
His last word ended in a whisper as he collapsed to the ground. Closing his eyes, Loki caught his breath before letting the axe clutter to the ground. He looked at the unconscious Tony lying on the hospital bed and then at the fallen Hulk on the ground. He rummaged around the room until he could find some scrubs and then tossed Tony over his shoulder before walking over to Bruce.
~*~
The back of his eyelids burned and his whole body ached. With a groan, Bruce slowly opened his eyes which were met sharply with the rays of the sun. He shielded his face as he shifted to sit up on the couch. He looked around the room and saw Tony lying on the bed under some blankets. On the other side, Loki was sitting calmly in an armchair and of all things he could be doing, he was playing solitaire. At the creak of the sofa, he paused in his game to look at Bruce.
“Where are we?”
“In a mental asylum in Ukraine.”
Bruce rubbed his head as he tried to remember how he ended up here in the first place.
“Did I –”
“Yes.”
Bruce leaned back against the couch.
“Was anyone . . . hurt?”
“No,” Loki continued his game as Bruce let out a sigh of relief.
“Why aren’t you trying to kill me?”
Loki showed him his bracelet as it would answer everything. He looked at Tony’s sleeping form before turning to Loki in confusion.
“This cuts off my magic. Your director sent us to retrieve you.”
Bruce nodded as his mind slowly began piecing everything together. He looked down at himself and pulled at the scrubs, clearly surprised he was clothed.
“Did you dress me?” His mouth fell open in shock as he gaped at Loki.
“No, I had my way with you first,” Loki smirked as he placed the cards on the table.
Bruce rolled his eyes but could not hide a smile as he stood up to stretch.
“So what now?”
“You go back to your headquarters. The others, minus the captain, will be there to greet you.”
“I can’t teleport or fly. How am I supposed to get back?”
“I believe this will provide some assistance,” Loki retrieved a credit card from his tunic.
Bruce reached for it and looked it over.
“You sure he won’t mind?” Bruce motioned towards Tony.
“He has several,” Loki stood from his arm chair as he walked towards Bruce.
“What about –”
“I already spoke to the staff. I don’t understand much Ukrainian, but I get the idea that they’re happy to see you go.”
Bruce laughed as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Thanks,” he put out his hand. Loki eyed it slowly before taking it. “I guess I will see you when you get back,” he smiled.
“I don’t really have a choice.”
Bruce nodded as he looked around. He spotted a pair of shoes in the corner.
“Do you mind?”
Loki shrugged and Bruce took that as an affirmative. He put on the sneakers taking a last glance around the room, nodding towards Loki before walking out the door.
Movement from the bed caught Loki’s attention and a very groggy Tony sat up.
“Did you have a nice sleep, princess?”
“Usually a princess is woken up by a kiss,” Tony yawned.
“Don’t push your luck,” Loki smiled as Tony stood up and stretched.
“I guess it’s time we finally check out of the Canary asylum.”
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