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x. dirty work

x. dirty work

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AVENGERS TOWER - New York City - 2014

"Remind me again why Tony's here?" I ask Bruce, watching the billionaire mosey around the room, getting things ready for my third memory session with Bruce.

Stark busies himself around the lab, humming to himself as usual, the glow from the computer monitors casting blue and green light onto his irises. Meanwhile, Bruce is adjusting the chords and wires that will be plugged into my body, all serving the purpose of resurfacing memories I've lost. I lift my arm up and watch as Bruce attaches a wrap that looks a bit like a blood pressure machine, to my bicep, decrying it tightly.

"He's here just in case something goes wrong," Bruce explains, not looking up from his work as my eyes dart back up to Tony. "He's more well versed in this kind of science than I am anyway."

"So...he doesn't have to be here is what you're saying?" I lift an eyebrow.

Bruce pauses for a minute. "....yeah...."

Once again, though I refuse to admit it out loud, I feel a comfort in Tony's presence, no matter how infuriating he can be sometimes, he truly does mean well as he's certainly proven time and time again that he cares about me. Though a part of me wonders how much of that has to do with the fact that I literally saved his life by breaking his fall when he disposed of the missile during the battle of New York.

"Have you heard from Thor lately?" Bruce asks me, peering at me over the rim of his glasses.

My shoulders sink. "No...I haven't..." There's a rush of guilt that accompanies that statement. No doubt, he's been working to clear Loki's name back on Asgard as well as forge a new path for himself without his brother. A brother he would still have if it wasn't for me. I've caused him so much pain and so much strife, it's a wonder he even talked to me again after it was all over. But considering I haven't heard from him in weeks, it's safe to assume our good terms have soured.

"I'm sure he's just busy," Bruce steps away, shoving his hands into the pockets of his lab coat. As usual, he's wearing a plum colored button up shirt beneath it. "He's a good guy, he wouldn't just leave you wondering."

"Maybe...but that still doesn't change the fact that Loki would still be alive if it weren't for me." I drop my gaze to my lap, fidgeting with the strap of my watch, handing it to Bruce for safekeeping while I'm under.

"He'll get over it," Tony inserted himself into the conversation, bouncing a pencil on his palm as he sauntered over to us. "Especially when he remembers that Loki tried to obliterate Earth and all that."

"He was still Thor's brother you know," I frown deeply at Tony, eyebrows knitting together out of displeasure. "And that does nothing to erase my guilt."

"Thor will figure it out. He always does," Bruce rubs my shoulder, gently giving me a push to guide me down onto the examine table. "Are you ready?"

As Bruce adjusts the machinery above me, my eyes dart up to the ceiling, counting the tiles like I usually do when I'm trying to calm down. I give him a nod, biting my lip. Tony's face appears above me, obstructing the lights on the ceiling. "Just relax, Amers."