Rehabilitation (a tony x loki fic)

Slipping into conflict

The explosion was devastating, tearing apart the entire storage section and engulfing anything near it in excruciatingly hot flames, instant death. Anyone even near the storage area was dead by now, their bodies burning to a black crisp of nothing. Shit was about to get crazy. Loki did his best to keep up with Tony despite the fact that his body was weak and fear was pulsing through him like lightning. They had come for him, they were here to take him back to Odin and show no mercy. He didn't want to go home. "Stay close, Fury's going to be hunting you down with a loaded rife around now, and I doubt that he won't shoot." Tony huffed urgently, running through the halls frantically, trying to get to his suit as fast as possible. Loki said nothing, he only ran. His body was feeble from the deficiency of food he was dealing with, only making the pain in his legs worse than he expected it to be.

He didn't know how to react when Fury jumped out from the corridor ahead of them with a rocket launcher, rage painted on his face. Tony skidded to a halt, causing Loki to slam into him from behind as he was unable to stop fast enough. Tony paid no attention to the contact however. "Hey, Fury, the fuck is going on?!" Tony hollered, trying to shift his attention away from Loki as fast as possible. Tony was expecting a shotgun, not a rocket launcher. Fury was definitely going to shoot, and he couldn't have that right now. Fury only advanced towards the two in a blind rage, aiming the rocket launcher at Loki furiously. "Open your eyes Iron Man! Is it not obvious that you were fucking stupid to let this monster stay on board!? Now look what happened! Look around!" Fury yelled, his enraged glare stabbing straight through Loki, watching as the panicking god froze in place, unable to move. He was going to shoot, he was insane. "Hey, hold it! He didn't do anything!" Tony argued frantically, standing in between Fury once more. "And you have proof of that!?"

Tony gulped, he had to spill the beans or get blown to tiny bits of burning flesh, and option one sounded way better than option two. "He was with me when the explosion occurred, he's not at fault! But he knows why they're here!" Tony was trying way to hard here, and he couldn't catch himself that time. Loki knew he had to say something to get this under control; he needed them to know what they were up against and that there was no reason to blow him to bits, more importantly. "I-I am being hunted, Odin wants me back in Asgard, he is trying to force me back- I have no involvement in this!" He stuttered desperately, his words almost impossible to make out through his shaking voice. As if the God of Lies was to be taken seriously, though. Fury was having none of it though; his finger was still placed firmly on the trigger. "Christ, Fury! Don't you freaking dare-"

Before Tony could finish, an arrow whizzed past his head from behind, barely missing Fury's arm by a few inches. He spun around to see an armored elf with a violent expression painted across his face, a loaded bow pointed directly at Loki's head. Loki looked as if he had just seen the most horrifying thing in the existence of the universe, frozen place and sporting a horrified expression. "Wretched son of Laufey." The elf mocked, moving closer towards the three. 'Okay, shit. This is a real ambush here' Tony thought as he ran forward, pushing past Loki and suddenly found his fist in the face of the attacker with a sick cracking noise, knocking out the elf and nearly breaking his fist. "Can I get my suit now?" Tony asked as he turned around to find a bewildered Loki and a poker faced Fury staring at him.

Fury was silent for a second, probably considering the logic of his next decision and if it was worth it or not. "Both of you get the hell out there right now! Stark, you watch his every move and if he even looks hostile, kill him."

Loki wasn't how to react when Tony had him by the wrist and running towards the room that contained his suit, he just followed without a word.

Natasha was already up on the landing strip with a blade embedded in an elf's spine with Clint letting lose arrow after arrow as another archer came at them, receiving an arrow through his skull before he could fire. "Tell me how we got caught up in this again?" Natasha asked quickly, grabbing her knife from the elf's spine and stabbing it through another's head moments later. "Beats me Nat, but something tells me that we're going to need help sooner or later." Clint huffed, taking the sheer number of enemies into consideration, they were outnumbered and they couldn't keep this up forever.