Avengers Preferences and Imagines

Scars are Beautiful (Tony Stark)

**Edited and Revised on 01/26/21**

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Prompt: Imagine the reader telling Loki out of sympathy that they believe all scars are beautiful. Tony overhears this, jealousy ensues, causing an argument and a breakup. 

Chaos. It was the only word I could use to describe what you were seeing on the streets of New York right now. Never in my life had I thought I would see a supernatural war break out on the streets in front of me. And yet, here I was, witnessing a day that would change everything going forwards. I wasn't surprised when Fury called me into his office to devise a plan. I was one of his most proficient agents, and no task had proven itself beyond me yet. All I knew at the present time was that Thor's brother had brought an alien army down on earth to wreak havoc. After slaughtering 80 people in two days, S.H.I.E.L.D had finally managed to apprehend him. "Agent (l/n), I'm glad to see you got here in one piece." I nodded and raised my eyebrows questionably at that statement. "You have an assignment for me Sir?" I asked wondering what in God's name he could need me to do. "How are you at babysitting?" I shrugged a shoulder. "Alright, I guess." Fury nodded. "Good. Loki is in your charge now." I sighed and ducked back into the hallway.

I walked slowly up the staircase to the containment chamber biding my time. I wasn't excited about what I had been assigned to do but orders were orders and I followed orders. "The perfect soldier". My perfection in my work happened to be one of many reasons that me and my boyfriend Tony weren't getting along right now. He couldn't understand that it was my job to follow orders and that not everything could be how I wanted it to be. I love Tony, I do. But at the end of the day, we were two very different people from two very different worlds. Shaking my head, I pushed all thoughts of Tony and our rocky relationship out of my mind so I could focus on the task ahead of me.

When I had finally reached the containment chamber what I saw gripped me with pity and sympathy, despite the fact that it shouldn't of. Loki was sitting on the floor against the glass wall and he looked miserable. His face showed visible signs of exhaustion and his eyes seemed sunken into his skull. I stood watching him for a minute before he even took notice of my presence. When he finally looked up at me his empty eyes reflected hate and disgust in my direction. "Mortal," he growled. After a few minutes, it became very apparent Loki had no intention of speaking to me beyond that. The silence settled uncomfortably between us.

When Loki saw me approaching the next day, he didn't bother to insult or degrade me. "Loki. What's bothering you?" I asked him out of curiosity as I took a swig of my coffee. When he didn't answer, I took a chance and sat down in front of the glass wall that divided us. I contemplated my words for a minute before speaking. "Loki. You're hurting. So I can't help but wonder what's got you all messed up." I said twirling the now empty coffee cup around in my hands.

For the first time since Loki and I had "met" he looked up and met my gaze. I couldn't help but notice the broken look in his eyes. "You mortals are imperfect. You face suffering and pain every day. It scars you. And yet you are resilient to it. And it does not bother you. You move on and you keep going. And yet here I am scared by things out of my control AND THEY'RE HIDEOUS!" He finished off his sentence screaming and panting heavily. I was shocked. Blown away. Loki for the first time since he had been in our captivity and my care had shown a sliver of emotion. And for the longest time, I didn't know how to respond. I frowned slightly before finding the right array of words.

You sighed gently. "Loki. Everyone has scars. It's part of living, part of being. You can't avoid them. You're going to get them one way or another. You're going to have scars on your body and scars on your heart and there's no escaping it- for anyone. But scars are a memory of something past. Something you defeated; something you were bigger than. They show that a person won. They fought and they won. And winning is something to be proud of, and so is fighting. It's okay to have to wake up and fight every day. Scars are beautiful. I know you think poorly of them and frown upon them but your scars truly are beautiful when you come to accept them. They show so much. They show what you've survived, the battles you've fought; physically and mentally. And they show how you prevailed. Don't be ashamed of your scars. Loki they're beautiful. Scars are a parallel for beauty; if you choose to let them be one. " you finished mindfully.