Faith In The Deceiver
Tony sat in the interrogation room where so many of the people he himself had brought in sat. His bandaged right hand was cuffed to the metal table in front of him. His face throbbed where he was sure was swollen and bruised, as was most of his body. He knew eventually in the end the outcome would have been something similar to this, but not to this extent. He glanced at the camera in the corner of the ceiling and wondered how many people were watching him. Coming up with theories to help figure out a logical explanation to everything that's happened. Tony looked down at the mark on the inside of his left wrist. It was that of a small green snake. His mind drifted back to the night he was given it.
Tony didn't look up when the door opened, closed, and the man who walked in took a seat.
"I'm going to ask you a question and you're going to give me a straight answer," Nick Fury said as he placed arms on the table. Tony glanced up into the man's single eye. He was in no mood for Tony's usual bullshit he put up with.
"How long have you been working with the enemy?"
Tony couldn't help but let out a strangled laugh. It was the best he could do to not say something that would make the ditch he's in right now a crater. He looked at Fury, whose solid glance never faltered. Tony bit his lip as he remained silent.
"It all points to you Stark. We went through your computers and it was all there. Blueprints, material, everything. There's no smooth talking your way out of this one."
Tony had to bite his tongue to stop the rage boiling up inside him from exploding into words he'd regret.
"This was not me," he said simply.
"Barton's in the ICU because of you."
"This was not me."
"People are dead because of you."
"It wasn't me!" Tony shouted as he slammed his first on the table. The noise vibrated in the room as the two men glared at each other.
"One thing I don't understand, though, is how one God of Mischief fits into all this. Care to explain? Starting with that mark on your arm." Fury eyed the snake mark on Tony's inner wrist.
Tony unclenched his fist and slide his hand off the table.
"You better start talking Stark," Fury's patience was running thin.
"I've already said all I'm going to say."
Fury eyed him and nodded. "Very well then," he said and stood up as two men walked in. "Take him down into holding." Fury gave him one last look. "Lock him up with the other one."
Tony's body ached as he was shoved roughly into a holding container. They could've at least removed the cuffs that encased his wrists. He glared at the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo engraved on them.
"Company? For me?" said a tired voice. Tony looked up and saw Loki sitting on the ground looking exhausted. "Look, you're friend gave me a gift," he said as he raised his arms. His entire forearms, including his hands were encased in the experiment Bruce had been working on for the past six months.
"Completely cuts off my power."
Tony walked over to Loki and could see the bruising on his face. He took a seat next to Loki and sighed. "Right now, I don't think I have any friends."
"Welcome to my world."
Tony let out a small laugh. He looked around the glass container and was happy no one was there, however people could still be watching from the other room. He wondered who was piled around the screen, this was probably much more interesting then the interrogation room.
"So they don't believe you?"
"I only spoke to Fury, no idea how the others are taking it."
Loki turned towards Tony. "He doesn't believe you."
Tony shook his head. "Nope, whoever the hell is framing me knew exactly what they were doing. Got pass all my security, into my files, everything. No matter how you look at it, I am responsible for all of this."
They sat in silence.
"Why don't you suspect me?" Loki suddenly asked. "With all the time we spent together I could've easily done all of that."
If Tony was caught off guard by this, he didn't show it. "I trust you," he simply said.
"Do I need a reason?"
"You mortals usually need a reason for everything."
"How's because I love you?" Tony smiled a little as Loki turned away. Was the blush he saw?
"Love. You humans think that's a reason for everything."
"Sometimes, love, really, is all you need," Tony said as he leaned in and planted a kiss on Loki's cheek.
Loki gestured towards the camera. "Kiss me in front of an audience probably won't help your case."
"I don't think anything can help me."
The door behind them opened. Tony craned his neck to see who walked in. Steve Rogers walked slowly to the edge of the container cell as Tony stood up to face him. They didn't speak at first, just studied each other with their eyes. Except for a few scratches that will probably be gone by tonight and the anguished look on the Captain's face, Tony figured Steve made it out okay.
"How's Barton?" Tony said to break the silence.
Steve shrugged his shoulders. "He'll live. The surgery went well. It's going to be a while before he's back on his feet but he's going to be okay in the long run."
Tony nodded slowly.
"Tony what the hell's going on?" Steve asked. "Bombs going off, systems frying, you being marked as a traitor. I don't get it."
"Neither do I but whoever's framing me really wants to see me crash and burn."
Tony saw it. It was only there for a split second but he saw it. The doubt in Steve's eyes.
"You know this wasn't me," Tony was hesitant, "right?"
Steve broke his eye contact with Tony and shifted in place.
"Trust is such a delicate thing." Loki cut in. "How far could you stretch it until it snaps?" Loki looked up from his seat at the Captain. "Don't waste your time Tony."
"Who the hell are you to talk about trust?" Steve snapped at Loki.
Tony took a step back and turned his back to the Captain.
"If you doubt me," Tony rubbed his face with his cuffed hands. "If you doubt me then everyone does."
Loki watched Tony carefully. He has seen many emotions from Tony. He's seen Tony hurt, but never like this. When Tony turned back Loki could see the hopelessness in his eyes.
Steve was about to say something but was cut off as the power died. In darkness for only a few seconds before the backup lights popped on. However, those didn't last long as they too shut down.
"What the hell?" Steve muttered.
Loki could feel his energy returning to him as he glanced down. Whatever was happening affected all power sources. Gathering magic in his hands he broke free of his binds. He grabbed Tony and did the same for him.
"Let's go," he said. Loki raised his hand and the glass shattered all around them.
The building shook as an explosion went off on one of the lower floors.
"Tony!" Steve shouted as Loki crumbled the side of the building, the sunlight flooded the room. "Don't do this Tony, it's only going to make things worse!"
Tony turned to Steve.
"I'm sorry," he said.
After that, he was gone.