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Snowflake	By : LordStrawberry Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 3323 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Time flew by in a wonderful blur of motor oil, coffee and magic.

When they were not currently working on the Tesseract, which Loki would not leave unattended in Tony's presence, he had plenty of time to fix his suit and enhance it with a couple of nifty gadgets, that his unmagical mind would have never thought of before.

He did not sleep much, but then again, that was always the case, when work had its iron grip on him and every little thing had him motivated to find out more.

He preferred not to sleep. He did not want to talk about it, how it affected him.

He had tried to shower. Once.

He never dared try again.

Loki had not been there and so he had been left to deal with it by himself, which he preferred. Sure, Loki could make it all better, but he did not like to feel weak. He despised it with a passion and vengeance that drove all his resources into the building of his suit. Make me better, make me stronger.

If feeling vulnerable did anything to him, it was helping him in his pursuit of power, which was a good thing. Right?

Loki would always clean them both up after they had sex. An easy gesture to him, just a little ripple of magic and everything would be sparkling clean. He couldn't say if the god actually noticed anything, but if he did, he didn't comment.

All Tony got was the occasional sniff, accompanied by an appreciative hum. Well, if motor oil and sweat were alright for the god, no need to feel bad about it. It would resolve itself eventually, the problem, that is.

And Tony had to admit, whenever they had worked on the Tesseract, the distinct smell of ozone in the air, mingled with the scent of Loki's own magic, earthy and dark like patchoulie, it did turn him on aswell.

He huffed at the thought of motor oil as his very own magical agent, the very scent of his work. It was a nice way of putting it. And after-Tesseract sex was always the best anyway.

After some time, however, they were met with the same difficulties Selvig had faced.

Lack of materials.

"Any idea where we might find some more iridium without juicing someone's eye?"

Loki bristled at that.

He did not seem to like being reminded of the things he had done. Tony was sure, he did not feel the same sort of regret a human might feel, but sometimes it seemed like he was ashamed of the way he had carried himself in the first few days on earth. He liked to blame it on the fear of the Chitauri, he did not seek Loki's confirmation of that theory however. When the god was ready to talk about it he probably would, before that, sleeping dogs and stuff.

"There is one artefact here on Midgard. It is from Asgard originally, but I doubt your people know this. It is a shield, made of pure iridium and able to withstand Surtur's fires. It's called Vindicator's hand and i believe it might be the inspiration behind that Steven Rogers' famed shield, though a lot less flashy. As far as I know it is one of the artefacts S.H.I.E.L.D had gotten their hands on in your World War II. If we are lucky they still have it lying around somewhere."

"S.H.I.E.L.D again, huh."

He could not pretend to be happy about that. Maybe that would be the time of his revenge, but it still troubled him, the mere thought of going back.

"I need to get my suit up and running, if we are going to storm in there and steal it."

Loki flashed an obscene grin at him. Something you really did not see often.

"Is that a hint of murderous intent I see in your eyes, man of iron? It might be easier to infiltrate, you know."

"Tss, who cares about subterfuge when you have firepower to spare. We are going in guns blazing and that's that. And I do not mean going on a killing spree, we just get inside, get the shield and get out. Proving a point, waving our superiority around... you know, the usual. I don't want blood on my hands."

The look on Loki's face bordered on disappointment, but he didn't try to argue.

"Do we include the other two?", he asked instead.

"They can hold their own in a fight, but Thor and Captain are probably going to be there, maybe the Hulk. Better not take any risks. We really don't want to give them another captive."

Loki nodded in agreement and so it was decided.

Clint and Natasha insisted on flying the quinjet, which was actually not such a bad idea, since the Widow was a mean driver and excellent pilot, and the occasional arrow fired from the airlock might help their cause a lot. The important thing was that none of the two got too close.

Tony's mark eight had been ready for days, but still some final improvements had to be made, and so it took them another day until the plan came to fruition.

Which was not that bad either, Natasha did a little recon as she hacked into an institution closely linked to S.H.I.E.L.D and found their security tightened impressively. They would not be as open as they had been last time, but then again, this was no stealth mission.

The biggest problem they faced was the fact, that they had no idea where to look exactly. The helicarrier was huge, and there was no door that was specifically labelled 'treasury' or 'long forgotten artefacts' or anything of the like. They would have to find out where that thing was while they were busy fighting of S.H.I.E.L.D agents and probably Thor and Captain America. Oh joy.

It was no use worrying about that, though. Loki said the shield was a minor artefact, not that much use against today's weaponry and probably dismissed as a curious novelty. Hell, it might hang in someone's office, pinned on the wall as a pretty trinket! Loki would not put it past these people to show such disregard for the one mythical heirloom bestowed upon mankind by the Asgardians.

Whatever the case, it was no use wondering about it beforehand. They had to wait and see. Or rather: Break in and see, and this is exactly what they intended to do.

They got quite far with the quinjet's excellent cloaking device. When Natasha did not dare move any closer, it was Hawkeye's time to shine.

An explosive arrow, smartly planted on the more sensitive part of the hull, and there they had their opening.

Loki attempted to teleport, but Tony held him back the second he realised what the other was up to.

"That is way too costly, energy-wise. I will carry you in."

The god made a face at that blatant display of pure insolence and disrespect, but even he had to admit that his power was limited and should be used wisely.

That did not change the fact that he despised every second of it, as Tony wrapped one arm tightly around his waist and took flight.

The ants were already pooling out of their little nests as they reached the hole the arrow had ripped into the hull.

"Put your phazer to stun!", Tony shouted against the wind and since he wasn't sure that the metaphor had hit its target: "Don't kill anybody!"

"Yes, I know!", an annoyed god snapped back at him and Tony was very happy, that his grin was covered by an expressionless helmet.

Loki did an amazing job blasting people backwards, rendering a lot of them unable to move, but no one looked seriously hurt, or dead, for that matter.

They proceeded to tackle the maze of hallways. They had to start somewhere, right?

If they were lucky, the ones they were looking for would find them.

But then again, running into an enraged Thunderer or Captain America was more likely. They needed Fury or any other high-ranking S.H.I.E.L.D agent, and those were probably locked up in some panic room the second they heard who was coming towards them.

Hm, Tony knew that was not fair. Fury would fight on the front lines, he just wasn't sure if this time would be the same.

After all, he had come with a grudge.

Loki had taken it upon himself to knock out each and every agent they met, which took up quite some time, but the care with which he did it bordered on 'adorable'.

Something Tony would make sure to never mention, ever.

At some point they decided to split up and go look for the shield seperately. Since Tony was capable of flight and had the better analyzing skills that only made sense.

It wasn't until he entered the bridge, that he found himself confronted with a challenge.

Banner was nowhere to be seen, but Thor was there, hammer in hand, and Captain stood beside Fury, shield readied.

'Crap, this might get ugly'

"Uh, hey guys. Long time no see! I was wondering..."

The booster in his left gauntlet let him jerk to the side to avoid the shield by a hair's width. Now that was not very polite.

"Hey, I'm talking here!"

He barely made it in time to dodge the shield in its return, sending it clattering off to the other end of the room, where it slid under a table.

Then the other god was airborne and with an ugly gnash Tony was thrown against a wall, Thor's enraged face inches from his faceplate.

"Do not trust him, Anthony. Come to your senses! He is bad for you."

That pissed him off more than he could tell.

"He is your brother! You were the one that made puppy-dog eyes when the Chitauri were after him. Now you tell me not to be on his side?"

"He is my brother, aye. But I have known him long enough to be wary of his every word, and so should you. Do not let him into your heart, I beg of you."

"What, jealous?"

He directed a repulsor blast directly at Thor's head, but his aim was diverted by that pesky shield that had been recovered and thrown, again.

Behind the god some tables went airborne.

"It is not jealousy I speak of. Please understand, Loki has reasons for everything he does. Do not trust him so readily."

'Uni-Beam at 98%'

"Wait for it."

The puzzled look on the god's face made the few seconds all the sweeter. In the background Fury screamed for him to get out of the way, but as realization hit it was already too late.

The beam's full blast sent Thor flying across the room, not even slowing down a little bit, as his body tore another hole into the helicarriers thick hull, and off he went. They were flying over land at the moment, he was going to be alright, Tony thought to himself.

Then he send Captain America flying after him the same way he had Thor. He did not think about that too much, as he later regretted.

But Steve had stood beside Fury, and he wanted Fury for himself, that much he knew.

Before he got there, though, a green blur had formed in front of him and Loki materialised. One talon-like hand gripped the man's collar, the other was held high behind his head, ready to strike, as a mean looking icicle formed around it. The look in his burning eyes screamed murder, and Tony could not help but see the sheer beauty, that was the intensity of the stare and the feral viciousness in his features. Divine. Divine and very, very evil, right at this moment.

"Don't kill him!", he shouted, just in time, as he liked to think. He was not sure if Loki really would have killed the man in cold blood, diminishing their chances to find the Vindicator's Hand.

Loki stilled slightly, his hand sunk down by a couple of centimeters, the deathgrip he held on the man's coat, however, did not loosen one bit.

As that icy gaze found Tony's through the faceplate, he couldn't help but shiver.

"You do not want him to feel the pain he made you feel?"

"I am no monster. Fury knows that. Yet he decided to treat me like an animal, or a lot worse, actually. He has to live with that, I'd like to think it pains him enough."

The director looked at him, unlike Loki, he failed to catch Tony's eyes.

No fear laced his gaze, just this weird sense of disappointment, that he really wasn't entitled to. Not after all he'd done.

"Nick, my darling.", maybe if he played it cool, kept his humour in this, he might just end up letting the man live.

"A little bird told me, you had some old relic lying around. A shield, known as the Vindicator's Hand. We need that thing and as Loki informed me, you don't. It's probably buried deep in some old store room of yours."

Loki shook the man once to get his attention.

"It would be dark silver, shaped like a giant hand. Rather unsightly, if you ask me."

A spark of recognition flashed in Fury's eyes.

"Iridium. That thing is made from pure Iridium."

"Yeah, and we need it. Give it here."

An iron gauntlet was directed at his face, wrist angled up to show the pretty little light circle, that was so very capable of blowing a man's head clean off.

Fury only laughed at that.

"And you want me to aid you in acquiring something, that would help you utilize the Tesseract, which you stole from me?"

"Yes, something like that. Thing is, we will find it anyway. With the two big guns out of the equation, we have all the time in the world to go looking for it, right? Might aswell tell us where it is. It would be a pity if any more of your men got... in the way of our search."

The suggestive tone did not go by unnoticed and it certainly did not fail to provoke the wanted effect.

There it was, that flicker of fear on the man's face.

Tony could not help to respect him in that moment. Threaten his life and he spits in your face, threaten his men and he falters.

But the look of doubt was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

"I cannot allow that. He can't be allowed to wield such a power. Tony, you must realize what he's doing to you!"

A hollow laugh was heard from inside the helmet.

"Don't you dare call me by my first name, after all you did... don't you dare tell me what to do!"

"Anthony, we have guests."

Loki's voice sounded like breaking ice, as he motioned over to the slender frame of Maria Hill, rocket launcher heavy on her petite shoulder and a look of deadly determination on her pretty face.

"You wouldn't...", Tony muttered

"Blast 'em away, girl."

Fury smiled.

"Taking one for the team, huh? Not a smart move."

The weapon was his design, bastardized by those half-wits S.H.I.E.L.D called head-engineers. Easy.

His signal jammed the weapon without a problem, causing it to overheat and threaten to explode, as Maria let it fall and jumped aside, turning her body against the explosion just in time.

Fury twitched in Loki's grasp, obviously wanting to check on his second in command, but the god would not let go this easily.

"What's her life worth to you then?", Tony asked as smugly as he could manage to and despised himself for it.

Judging from the look on Fury's face his voice had sounded convincing enough and he shook his head in disbelief.

"Stark, you wouldn't! You are not one of the bad guys, just snap out of it already! To fall in league with this freak, seriously.. you have more sense than tha-"

He was smacked across the face, his head violently thrown to the side by the impact of the blow.

He chuckled at that as he spit some blood to the ground.

"Go to hell, Loki. And take that iron bastard with you. That shield is...sublevel B, storage 398. It should be around there somewhere. Don't-", he took a deep breath, avoiding their glances, "Just don't hurt anyone on the way."

They didn't. Well, unless knocking people out counted. Fury had announced their passage should not be hindered, yet there were still those few egg-heads that thought they were smarter, for not falling for Loki's tricks and... oh well... A couple of bodies did litter the way to the storage, but no one was seriously injured, that's what counted anyway.

They did find the shield and Loki confirmed it as the real deal after a quick inspection.

It took them another half an hour or so to find their entry hole and left for the quinjet, that still hovered in the air, anxiously awaiting their return.

Natasha took off the second they both had entered, cloaking device on, and took them back home.

No one spoke a word most of the ride.

"Did you... did you throw Steve out of the helicarrier?", Clint asked at some point and Tony nodded. "Do you think he survived that?"

"The guy was frozen solid for seventy years, I think he'll be alright."

That was not the truth, but he'd rather not think about Steve right now. He'd rather not think about anything that had happened on there right now. Fury was the enemy, he had made that very clear on more than one occasion. There was no turning back, and why should he? Because Thor said so? Because the man, that had driven him to the brink of insanity had said so?

Fuck them. Fuck them!

He did not need that.

Suddenly he could not stand his suit anymore. He began ripping off the pieces until he sat there, dressed in only a simple dark longsleeved shirt and his usual slacks, and he felt small.

"Do NOT trust him, Anthony!"

The words rang in his head, they needed to go away.

Loki was right there, sitting beside him and eyeing his break-down with something akin to interest. Tony did not care what emotion he portrayed. He grabbed a handful of long, black hair and kissed the man, deeply.

I made that stuff up. I looked up some artefacts and shit, I even read the whole wiki-article about the Tesseract.. but fact of the matter is, movies and comics and cartoons, they all use very different definitions of the 'cosmic cube' or whatever. So I am not going to care about that and go my own way with this aswell. I am not that good with science-talk, but I'll try my best to keep it sensible. ^^

ALSO: Two chapters in one day! How did that happen? Well... I was about to hit the 30k and since I failed at Nano this month I wanted to get the 30k at least... I started writing this fiction 10 days ago. Not a bad quota for me ^^

Thanks for the review by purpletrees, btw! I am always happy to receive some feedback. More feedback! Make me happy! Or not! I love constructive criticism, too!
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