POV: Tony
I'm five cups of coffee into a work session when I get a call from Clint. Thinking nothing of it, I hold my phone to my ear.
"Hey, what's up Clin-"
"TONY IT"S HYDRA THEY"RE AT THIS LAB PLACE STEALING FANCY WEAPONY THINGS," Clint yells through a crackle of static and glass.
"Hey, slow down. You need help?" I asked, talking loudly to be heard over the battle that I assume is happening.
"Why else would I call you?" he shouted. "Come fast. Bring everyone else."
With that he hung up. I assume its as urgent as he says it is and grab an iron man suit on my way out the door.
"JARVIS, can you get everyone at the Oscorp lab in five minutes?" I said, running up the stairs. "Ask Stephen too. He's probably not busy."
"On it, sir," the AI replied. I spammed the up button on the elevator until it finally came. Loki looked up, notebook in hand.
"What's the hurry?" he asked, watching me spam the helicopter pad button. No other buttons were lit up, for some reason. I guess the elevator was his hiding spot.
"HYDRA again, mass chaos, Clint's incompetence," I list, tapping my fingers on the railing.
"Do you want my help?" he asks slowly.
"No," I said, "Not really."
"You needed it last time," he said.
"That doesn't mean Stephen won't kill me," I pointed out.
"I have a tracker-taser on," he persisted. "I promise I won't run off. You can- turn me over to Asgard if I do."
He looked me in the eyes sincerely. It's a trick, I know it. I know it's a trick.
"Tell Stephen that Thor let you come," I said dryly. Loki allowed himself a smile.
"Of course."
The elevator doors open and I step out to the helicopter pad, putting on the suit. Loki raises his eyebrows incredulously.
"Am I supposed to fly there?"
"Catch a ride with Nat," I said, leaving. It was particularly windy today, making it a little hard to control my flight path, but I could tell by smoke where the building was. Well, not the building. A car crash right next to it.
A car crash involving a black van that crashed into a parked Camry. Emphasis on the van.
I walk in, and it seems Clint underestimated the security. At least fifty dudes in suits and guns try to fight off a few dudes in suits with laser guns, which is kind of confusing especially with the swarms of kids hiding behind random objects except for one who's trying to film the whole debacle.
I fire up a few laser blasts at the weapons, and Clint pierces the colorful orbs of energy on their guns with arrows. That makes small explosions that result in a couple burnt-looking suits, broken lab junk, but not much else.
Nat and Loki storm in (very dramatically) and start breaking the guns and getting the kids to move out of the way. An arrow whizzes past my ear and I whip around, expecting Clint just saved my neck, but it's embedded in a phone on the ground. The kid that was filming stares, shocked.
"Get down!" I said to him as lasers started shooting all over the place. The HYDRA dudes figured out how to use the guns, I guess.
"On your left, Nat!" Clint yelled. Natasha rolled her eyes and took out the HYDRA agent behind her.
Loki is fighting with a kitchen knife I guess he picked up on the way.
Eventually the security guards are handing them over to the police some smart kid called and the four of us are chilling in a corner while the teacher calls roll.
"There's explosion soot all over my armor now," Loki grumbles, handing over his knife.
"You wanted to come," I said as Natasha hid it away somewhere.
"Where's the Spiderling?" he said, looking at the crowd of kids from the field trip. "He's not there."
"What?" Clint asked, paling.
"He's not there."
"Not that kind of what," Natasha snarls, glaring at the group. "He's right."
"I was supposed to watch him," Clint said, slightly freaking out. "Where is he? Is he still-"
"Mr. Everdeen?" The teacher asked. I'd laugh if it wasn't serious. "Where's Peter?"
"I-" he started, turning a circle like an idiot. "I was-"
"He got injured. Stark took him to the tower for treatment," Loki cut in smoothly. At their confused faces, I added.
"He's got an internship with me... not sure if he told anyone?" I said, keeping the lie moving forward. The teacher looked pretty confused, but eventually she just turned around and kept taking roll.
"We have to go back," Nat said, eyes narrowing. "Regroup."
"I'll stay and find him," Loki volunteered.
"And never come back?" I asked incredulously.
"No. Tracker, remember? Plus, if Peter's in more trouble then I can handle, you can all come help," he explained. The fact that it made sense put me off.
"Seems reasonable to me," Nat said.
"I-"
"Look, I'm sorry I mind controlled you, okay?" Loki said, cutting Clint off. "I don't know how else to say it, but I'm trying to help you right now and I'd appreciate it if you'd let me."
Clint glowered at him, not breaking eye contact for a few seconds.
"Fine," he finally said, snapping his bow into a folded travel position. "Not my problem, so long as you don't kill the kid."
"I'm not killing-"
"You killed 80 people in two days," Nat cut in.
"That was a lifetime ago," Loki protested.
"That was three months ago!" I pointed out.
"Stop. Alright?" he said. "I'll go. You'll go. I won't kill anyone today."
"Today," I repeated.
"Yes, the whole day. 24 hours. You're welcome," he said. "Go to the tower and take care of Peter."
This is definitely a trick.
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