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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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Author’s Note: Hello! Remember me? Thanks for waiting! The upcoming chapters will be longer than per usual because I’m finishing the story at Chapter 15 – not long now!
Thanks to my beta, Paradise!
~*~
A drip from above landed on his eyelid, jolting him awake. As soon as he opened his eyes they burned with such intensity that he had to close them again. Cautiously, he reopened one eye and then the other, letting them slowly gain focus.
For a moment he did not know if he was staring at the ground or at the ceiling. The rocks jutted out in uneven patterns and only when another drop of liquid landed on his face did he realize that he was looking at the ceiling. A shining object that resembled the glint of metal caught his attention. He began to slowly turn towards the object to get a better view.
Fear coursed through him as he immediately recognized the equipment. His hands reached towards his mouth, touching the protruding wire. He attempted to sit up but a wave of nausea overtook him as his mind reeled backwards in time.
He was in Afghanistan.
Mustering up some strength, he sat up using his forearms before he began pulling at the wire in panic. No matter how much of it he pulled out, he never seemed to reach the end. He stopped his actions to briefly register the absence of a blue glow from his chest. When he looked down, he saw an empty black hole that seemed to go all the way through him.
“Looking for something?”
He craned his neck towards the sound of the voice and squinted to see into the shadows. A figure dressed in a white lab coat emerged. Familiar green eyes stared at him causing his skin to break out in a cold sweat. He watched in mute horror as Loki casually threw and caught the arc reactor in one hand.
“My arc reactor . . .” Tony rasped as he reached for the object, eager to dispose of the wires eating into the pit of his stomach.
“No, your heart,” Loki grinned as he stopped tossing the object. When their eyes locked, Loki crushed the object. Parts slid through his fingers and before the pieces had reached the ground they became minced pieces of red muscle.
Tony’s hand remained frozen as it reached for something that was no longer whole. He brought his large eyes to stare into Loki’s.
“You give it away too easily, Stark.”
The figure began to fade as the cave shook and the bed underneath him crumbled.
“Stark.”
Soon there was nothing around him but a black void.
“STARK!”
Tony’s heart pounded ferociously in his ears as his eyes shot open. He reached up and wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead as his eyes focused on the form shaking him. Instinctively, he pulled away from the touch as he sat up on his forearms. His hand reached to clutch the arc reactor and he calmed down at the familiar metallic protrusion.
“Is something wrong?”
His vision blurred once more before Loki came into view. Green eyes intently studied his strange reaction.
“Just a strange dream.”
A silence passed between them as Tony began rearranging his tangled hair, avoiding all eye contact.
“We better move.”
~*~
A column of men marched into a domed grey building as the others took their positions. With guns held tightly, the men eagerly scanned the area for any signs of movement. Tony moved further into the bushes as if the scant camouflage would hide him. With slow movements he kicked his suitcase into a bush. When he turned around, Loki was looking at him questioningly.
“I think it’s better if I leave my suit here. As much as I love loud entrances, I don’t think this is the time,” he kept his voice low, barely an audible whisper but Loki nodded before turning to look at the enemy camp.
Even though he trusted Loki, Tony still tested his bracelet as soon as his companion looked away. The silver bracelet blinked once with a red light that was answered with a faint red glow emitting from the bushes. He released a sigh of relief before shifting slowly and quietly towards Loki.
“What’s the plan?”
“We need uniforms. You speak German?”
“Like a country peasant,” Tony grinned.
“That will do,” Loki nodded as he continued to study the soldiers before him.

~*~
They had probably been there for hours, just watching the guards move in their shifts as they tried to pinpoint one weakness. With almost inhuman precision, the men walked around the base, their eyes never letting a corner remain unattended for longer than a few seconds.
“Tell me you have a grenade?”
Loki looked back at Tony in shock.
“I thought we weren’t making an entrance?”
“We aren’t. It is,” Tony grinned. Loki produced one from his tunic and it was Tony’s turn to look at him in shock. He had only been joking.
“I managed to procure one in Jotunheim. I meant to use it against the Giants.”
Tony took the dark blue object in his hand and rolled it over, studying the strange markings.
“Does it do anything . . . special?”
“Yes. See those two guards?”
Tony turned to look at two men guarding the very brim of the camp. He nodded as he waited for Loki to continue.
“After you throw it between them, run for the left flank. It will distract the guards surrounding the tent beyond the fence, giving us enough time to get inside.”
As he held the alien grenade in his hand and prepared to throw, Tony almost laughed at the ridiculous situation. He was about to throw a magical grenade and had only the slightest idea of what it might do. He mentally shrugged before pulling back the small clasp on the grenade and launching it towards the guards.
In a flash the guards were enveloped in a shimmering blue smoke. Just as Loki predicted, the guards on the left side moved from their positions to investigate. As Tony turned to smile at their success, he noticed that Loki had already bolted towards the fence. Quickly following his ally, Tony almost lost his footing as the grenade erupted once more propelling what looked to be shrapnel towards three different sides.
With ease Tony scaled the fence and followed Loki’s green tunic inside one of the tents. When he got inside, he was pulled backward against a warm body and held tightly with one arm while the other moved to clamp his mouth shut. Loki stood absolutely still as the guards outside continued to frantically bring things back into order.
Tony tried to remove Loki’s hand from his mouth only to find that the one around his waist tightened until he found breathing difficult. He emitted a low growl of irritation at the fact that Loki didn’t trust him to be quiet. After attempting to remove himself from the vice grips, Tony stilled his movements briefly as a sly thought crossed him mind.
He began to grind backwards with slow and deliberate movements. If Loki wanted to be an irritating and controlling asshole then Tony Stark would oblige him with his own game. The commotion outside had begun to die down but Tony remained preoccupied with his actions.
After a few more moments, he grew tired at his inability to elicit a proper reaction and began to try to bite his way through Loki’s hand.
With one swift motion, Loki roughly shoved him forward, causing Tony to lose his balance and fall on top of a few crates. The shock of the collision prevented Tony from crying out in pain as his ribs collided with the wood. Before he had a chance to turn around and voice his displeasure, he felt a hand press down on his back painfully, effectively trapping him against the crates.
“Can you be quiet?”
The statement was more of a demand than a question punctuated by Loki’s lips gliding over the shell of his ear. The hand on his back continued to press into his spine.
Shivers ran down his body as Tony nodded and tried to use his forearms to push himself off the crates. The hand on his back roughly pressed him back down. He tried to turn his torso to yell at his captivator but his shout stilled as he felt another hand travel down his back and reach around to untie his belt.
He turned back around realizing what kind of quiet Loki had meant. The hand on his back released him as it moved to untie his pants. Tony suppressed the urge to buck back as he felt a cool hand reach into his boxers and wrap itself around his manhood, moving him gently to arousal.
When Loki seemed satisfied, he pulled down the rest of the pants and deposited them softly on the ground. From behind him, Tony could hear the faint rustling of fabric before a twisting sound.
“You’re my own personal Swiss army knife. First a grenade, now a screw.”
A hand roughly thudded on his back, causing him to gasp in shock before fingernails dug into his skin.
“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?”
Tony should have found the angry hiss intimidating, but it only served to heighten his arousal. A slick finger circled his entrance briefly before forcing itself in. Obediently, he opened his legs wider as one finger became two, easily breaching the tight ring of muscle. Weeks had passed since Tony had been in such a position and he found the sensations overpowering. To keep himself from crying out, he brought his wrist towards his mouth, biting into the flesh.
A third finger forced itself in and he bucked backwards in surprise. They moved fluidly, stretching him as they caressed his inner walls before being removed swiftly. He suppressed a whine at the sudden emptiness before he felt a slick tip gently prod at his entrance.
Instinctively, his free hand moved to dig into the wooden crate, not caring if splinters broke his nails in half. Loki grabbed his hip and moved his ass upwards, allowing Tony’s erection some breathing room before he began slowly pushing himself inside.
The burning sensation almost caused Tony to cry out. Instead, he continued biting his wrist in a twisting motion, feeling the strain of his skin. He screwed his eyes shut as he waited for the hardened member to breach the last resistance his body had to offer.
Loki used both hands to grip Tony’s hips as he fully sheathed himself. He moved one hand to wrap itself around Tony’s neglected cock as blood flowed down Tony’s wrist. He soon forgot the pain as Loki began to stroke him in tune with his slow thrusts.
Fingernails dug into Tony’s hips as Loki began speeding up his pace until he was slamming without resistance inside the submissive body before him. Tony shifted his position slightly to aim the thrusts towards the one spot inside him that made his vision blur.
After a few more angling attempts, Tony gasped around his wrist as Loki locked on to the angle and began relentlessly pounding away as he stroked Tony’s cock. The feeling of the two simultaneous actions combined with the possibility of the guards discovering them in such a compromising manner caused Tony’s face to flush and he barely suppressed his moans.
His nails dug into the wood and he felt splinters break through the skin between his fingernails but he no longer cared. His whole body tensed as a jolt of pleasure ran through him. Above him Loki panted as he sped up his ministrations and the sound was enough to send Tony over the edge. He felt himself release all over Loki’s hand as his scream was muffled by shards of his own flesh.
With a shudder he collapsed onto the crates completely boneless and out of tune with his surroundings. A small yelp escaped his lips as he felt Loki move his other hand to grip his hips in a bruising motion. Loki used his full inhuman strength to thrust into Tony with wanton abandon, uncaring if he ripped him in half.
The pleasure had since disappeared from Tony and now all he could feel was pain. He tried to claw away from Loki, only to feel the bruising grip tighten and roughly pull him back. He closed his eyes as he waited for Loki to finish. Loki let out a strangled cry as he continued thrusting through his orgasm.
As soon as he finished, Loki’s movements stilled and Tony breathed a sigh of relief. A hand gently massaged Tony’s back side as Loki slowly removed himself with a wet pop and fell to the ground with a heavy thud. Tony removed his wrist from his mouth and noted his shredded skin, watching the blood stain the crates. The dull pain in his other hand returned and he looked at the splinters embedded in his fingernails.
With shaky movements, he removed himself from the crate and turned to reach down for his pants. He was caught in a moment of vertigo and fell to the ground next to the panting god. While lying on the ground, Tony put on his pants and refastened them as he turned to Loki with a grin.
Loki moved his hand through his sweat drenched hair and grinned back as he moved to straighten his tunic.
“You seemed to forget your silent rule,” Tony smirked as he lay on the ground, calmly watching Loki brushing off the creases in his clothes.
“You seem to make me forget all my rules, Stark.”
~*~
With a heavy thud, Thor landed in a clearing deciding that he had put sufficient space between himself and Amora. He massaged his temples begging the throbbing headache to leave him alone. Maybe leaving directly after waking up had been a bad idea but the shock of being naked in bed with his childhood friend had left him no other choice.
He heaved a sigh as he ran an anxious hand through his golden locks wondering what he should do next. Obviously he needed to get back to S.H.I.E.L.D.’s headquarters but his lack of familiarity with this realm rendered him incapable of simply flying there. A whirring sound caught his attention and he began to sprint towards the curious sound.
After he easily cleared a few trees he saw a helicopter with a familiar logo. The men around were chatting as they smoked their cigarettes. One of them spotted him and after saying something towards the others, began walking towards him.
“Are you Thor?”
The man looked him up and down, observing the strange armor.
“I am Thor of Asgard,” Thor jutted out his chest proudly.
“What a perfect coincidence!” The man beamed as he reached into his pocket and began dialing. After exchanging a few words, he handed the phone to Thor who scrutinized the device in mistrust.
“It’s Director Fury.”
At the mention of the familiar name, Thor’s eyes beamed and he grabbed the phone eagerly.
“Greetings!” Thor bellowed into the receiver as if shouting would carry his words further.
“Thor – good to hear from you. Are you alright?”
“I am well. Unfortunately, I am alone,” Thor stated, wracked with guilt at leaving his brother and ally behind.
“I would expect you to be. Loki and Stark are on their final mission and will rejoin the group shortly.”
“That is good news!”
“Indeed. Since you’ve somehow managed to find one of our helicopters, why don’t you take a ride back to base?”
“Splendid!”
“Natasha and Bruce are already waiting here. See you soon. ”
Thor nodded as if Fury could see.
CLICK
Thor had begun to say his appreciation and excitement but he noticed the other line was a series of long beeps. In confusion he took the device from his ear and stared.
After looking from Thor to the phone and to Thor a few times, the pilot retrieved the phone. As he began walking away, he motioned for Thor to follow him.
The other agents had discarded their cigarettes and had made their way into the helicopter. As Thor approached them, he noticed one of his allies in a cage. Immediately, Thor retrieved his hammer as he glowered at the men before him.
“What is the meaning of this?”
His piercing glare caught the other agents off guard as they stammered an explanation.
“We were only informed that he is under some sort of spell by a woman named Amora.”
Thor turned to look at the man who was gripped the bars of the cage in an attempt at making the iron bend to his will. Upon closer inspection he saw a gleam of pink and fastened his hammer to his side with a sigh.
“It is a love spell and extremely common in my realm.”
“Can you remove it?”
Thor shook his head at the anxious question.
“Not I, but only someone who possesses magic.”
The agent nodded as if such a thing was commonplace on Earth as well. As soon as Thor entered the helicopter, another agent shut the door and the vehicle began to hover above the ground as it gained momentum.
Thor took a seat watched his ally struggle aimlessly and rant about the love of his life. As if noticing Thor for the first time, Clint glared before he began shouting at the man who stole his beloved. For the duration of the ride, Clint shouted obscenities at Thor who only shook his head with pity.
~*~
From atop his perch, the commander barked and watched men run to their positions in an almost choreographed manner. The whole event seemed like organized chaos because none of the men bumped into each other as they took their places in neat evenly spaced lines. Tony watched in fascination at the discipline before turning his gaze to look at Loki.
His hands gripped the metal bar in front of him as his green eyes took on a dangerous shine. His face broke into a grin as he watched the scene before him unaware that Tony was watching him. For the past few weeks they had been working together as partners. Not until this moment had it ever occurred to Tony that Loki was still an enemy. After all, he had descended on Earth with the sole purpose of assembling an army and assuming dominion over its inhabitants.
Tony continued watching the scene before him as fragments of his dream flashed before his eyes. He shook his head quickly before moving closer to Loki.
“What’s the plan?”
“Let’s split up. See if you can find the main control room and locate the Captain,” Loki released his grip on the iron bars as he walked away.
In a trance, Tony continued to watch the guards below before he realized that Loki didn’t mention what his side of the plan would be.
~*~
As soon as the helicopter landed, Thor raced down the gangplank, eager to stretch his legs. As soon as he exited more men climbed on board and began moving the cage with a screaming Clint.
“Thor, I’m glad to see you arrived here safely.”
Thor turned to see Fury walking towards him with a smile. After shaking hands the men continued inside the rebuilt headquarters. Thor quickly glanced back to watch agents move the cage with Clint onto a small truck.
With a sigh, he followed Fury inside. They continued along a corridor until they entered a chamber that held a round holding cell composed completely of glass. Nearby, Bruce was eagerly tinkering with a computer, stopping a few times to look at the cage.
“Dr. Banner.”
At the sound of his name, Bruce adjusted his glasses with a squint. As soon as his eyes fell on Thor, he smiled as he got to his feet.
“Director Fury, I see you found Thor.”
Bruce held out his hand to Thor who promptly embraced him in bear hug, lifting him off the ground effortlessly.
“Happy to see you, too,” Bruce wheezed out before Thor released him.
“How is it coming along?” Fury asked as he turned to look at the gleaming cage.
“It will be completed any day now.”
Thor turned to look at the see-through cylinder of a room. Inside there was a bed and even a table with a chair, but nothing else.
“What is this?”
“It’s a holding cell that’s capable of securing the most dangerous of men.”
Thor crossed his arms as he took in the marvel in front of him. As he mused on Fury’s words, his normally bright blue eyes darkened.
“When you speak of ‘dangerous men’ you mean my brother,” he turned towards Fury with a hardened stare.
“Yes. I understand he is your brother and you have an instinct to protect him. However, he did raise an army to invade Earth,” he answered calmly, clearly expecting Thor’s angry reaction. “Have you not forgotten the fact that he used the tesseract to banish you?”
Thor shifted uncomfortably as he turned his eyes away from Fury and back to the holding cell. Bruce looked between the two men in anticipation as the air around them suddenly became heavy.
“Where’s Lady Romanoff?”
“Training and recovering from her ordeal.”
Thor shifted his gaze back to Fury, a flash of concern overwhelming his features.
“Is she not well?”
“She has been getting better. She has always had an impeccable recovery rate,” Fury breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to move his gaze back to the glass cell. “There’s someone else here who would be overjoyed to see you – a certain Jane?”
Fury laughed as Thor’s eyes lit up and the glass cage was momentarily forgotten.
~*~
The complex was an endless maze of corridors with doors that seemingly went nowhere. Tony cautiously rounded another corner as he walked behind some guards, trying to hear their conversation.
Without his suit and Jarvis pointing the way, he had little hope of finding the control room without some type of luck. He eavesdropped on guards as they passed him, hoping that one of them would mention the control room.
As he crossed a hallway, he felt the blunt force of an object knock him to the ground. He fell face first, his eyes closing and opening as he willed the black spots to escape his vision. For a split second he wondered why he was still conscious and why the assault had stopped.
He used his hands to push himself from the floor to a kneeling position. As soon as his gaze travelled upward, his heart stopped and a sickening feeling began brewing in his stomach. In the middle of a cluster of men, Loki stood with his arms clasped behind his back.
“What’s going on?” Although his voice remained even his nerves were on edge. He hoped that this was some sort of ploy and part of Loki’s overall plan that involved rescuing the Captain. Green eyes flashed with a mania Tony hadn’t seen since Loki invaded Earth.
“I’m merely pointing out a traitor within our midst,” Loki took a few slow steps, never breaking eye contact with the panting man kneeling on the ground.
Tony had hoped that Loki was merely acting but the darkened determination in those once fascinatingly beautiful emerald eyes told him another story. Panic swelled inside him and Tony began rambling without abandon.
“The past few weeks – the trials we shared –”
“Everything we shared was a lie.”
Tony felt his heart sink as he tried to reconcile the man that had saved him from the Hulk and the Jotuns and the manic-eyed man before him. Part of him clung to the ridiculous notion that Loki was possessed. Loki must have caught the drift of his thoughts because he crudely kicked Tony’s shoulder with enough force to almost cause it to dislodge from its socket.
Hissing in pain, Tony clutched his shoulder as he glared up at his attacker.
“The journey I embarked with you was but a means to an end,” Loki crouched next to Tony, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling his face towards him. “Thank you for reuniting me with my ally.”
Feeling humiliated, Tony angrily pulled back his hand and managed to land a punch to Loki’s face. The force of the punch would have knocked a weaker man to the ground, but had merely snapped Loki’s face to the side. A grin formed on Loki’s face before he retorted with a punch to Tony’s abdomen. Instantly, Tony doubled in pain and felt bile rise towards the back of his throat.
“I will show you mercy . . . by not killing you,” Loki laughed as he clasped Tony tightly on the injured shoulder. He stood up to rejoin the group of men.
“Take him to a cell below,” Loki barked his order before walking away.
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