Spooky Action at a Distance | Frostiron

Swear I'm Gonna Make You Proud

Dark. It was dark. Why was it dark? Had it always been dark? No. He remembered light at some point. People. Lots of people. Candles. So many candles. Was that a dream? No. It couldn't have been. It was all too real. It burnt. It was definitely real. The voices were real. He hoped so, anyway. He didn't want to be alone.

Confined. No room. He reached his arms up, but could barely move them an inch. He was trapped. How? Why? What happened?

Oh.

That made sense. The memories came back to him as he felt his heart speed up. That wasn't good. Judging by the density he had three hours of air left. Plenty of time, in theory. Chances are it would only last eighteen minutes, but he had to be optimistic. He couldn't panic. That would take his time down to eight minutes at best.

He felt around, feeling two possible weak points. One would be strong, the other could give enough leeway to open. The left would be the best place to start, he thought. He used all of the strength he could muster to push up, feeling his joints stiff and almost heavy. Was that normal? He didn't know.

After a few shoves the lid ripped open, Tony too shocked to prepare himself for the dirt that came flooding in. He pushed against the soil to stand, spluttering out whatever had managed to get into his mouth.

One hell of a way to wake up, he thought.

As he pulled himself up to the ground, he remembered his will. He was close to Spring Creek, so long as Pepper did everything that they'd planned, which he knew she would have. He trusted her. That meant he was ten minutes away from the tower. Perfect! He could get home fast.

What if something happened?

What if they all died that day? What if the Avengers were no more? What if they didn't want to see him again? What if Loki wasn't there?

Loki...

He had to get home. He had to figure out what had changed. How long had it even been? Things didn't look too different. He could even see the tower in the distance, the big A being visible even from there. Things had to be okay.

They had to be.

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"Peter, stop climbing the wall!"

Loki was about to tear his hair out. How could he child-proof the walls? Why was everything so hard? He thought that the worst years were over, but clearly he was wrong. Clearly a toddler was much easier.

"But Aren-" Peter whined from the ceiling.

"No, Solskinn, come down. You could get hurt," Loki replied softly.

Peter grumbled as he climbed down the wall, winging about how 'unfair it was that he wasn't allowed to use his powers'. Loki cocked a brow as he watched his son, a small smile on his face that he was unable to hide.

"How can I be a hero if I can't practice?" Peter asked, his brows furrowed.

"A hero?" Loki questioned as he crouched down by Peter's side.

"Like dad," Peter replied. Loki's eyes widened, not expecting that answer. "We're learning about him in school."

Loki gently rubbed his sons back, his mind racing over what the best thing to do was. He'd never hidden it. He had never kept it a secret from Peter, but he did ask for Peter to keep it quiet. He didn't want Peter to be shoved into the limelight so early.

"What have you learnt?" Loki asked softly.

Peter shrugged. "Iron Man. How he used his smartness to save people. They said he died in a fight off of Midgard. Is that true?"