Pretty When You Cry

Chapter 28

A/N:: im sorry please dont hate me for the ending to this chpt. okay you can hate me but please dont kill me >~<

The high lasted for a few hours. Loki enjoyed it. He might as well, he figured. It felt nice to relax, not to worry about his present situation.

Then he began to come down. His body hurt again. He started to feel miserable. All he wanted was an out, to end this pain permanently.

He again noticed the knife, sitting there, almost taunting him.

'Fuck it,' he thought to himself. Tony had retied his restraints slightly looser than he had the first time, giving Loki a bit more room to move. He pushed his arm forward and grabbed the knife on the first try. Thank the Gods! Now all he had to do was hope that Tony didn't come back within the next few minutes.

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"I think I found it," Natasha whispered into microphone. The whole group was maintaining communication via wireless earpiece sets.

Steve was the first to reply.

"What do you see?"

Natasha quietly slipped out of her hiding place behind a bunch of bushes. She wanted to get a better look.

"It's a shack. Two rooms at most. There's a generator hooked up to it."

"That sounds right. Where are you?"

"Six miles East of the Caliente Range. I'll send you the exact coordinates."

"Great. Okay. Everyone meet up there as soon as possible," Steve said, addressing the rest of the group. "Whoever gets there first, help Tasha get in. See if you can get Loki. The rest of us will join in as we can."

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Clint ended up being the first one to get there. He and Natasha took a few minutes to devise a plan for getting inside. They decided that Clint would distract Tony while Tasha went to get Loki. Being the more agile of the two, she would have a better chance of getting Loki out.

Quietly, the two took their positions, Clint on a hill, where he had a clear shot through a window, and Natasha around the back of the shack near the room that looked like a bedroom. Clint knew that he would be unlikely to hit Tony, since he couldn't see through the thick curtains, but at least he would probably catch Tony's attention.

Taking a deep breath, Clint fired the arrow. It broke through the class and flew into the shack, hitting something inside. Natasha then slipped in. Clint got closer, watching for any signs of Tony or Natasha.

A minute passed. There was nothing.

Finally, Clint spoke up.

"Natasha, are you there?"

"I'm here," she replied. "Along with Stark. You'd better come see this."

Confused, Clint entered through the same window that Tasha had broken to get in. Once inside, he found Natasha, standing next to Tony, who was lying flat on the ground, clearly unconscious. Her gaze was focused on the bed in the middle of the room. The one that Loki had been tied too. Except now, the ties had been cut, and Loki was lying there, covered in blood. His throat was slit, almost from ear to ear.

"Oh my god," Clint whispered.

"Looks like we were too late. It must've caught Stark off guard too, because it wasn't a problem to take him down." She patted the tazer that was hooked to her belt.

Clint raised a hand to cover his mouth. The scene was sickening. There was so much blood... it was everywhere, even on the ceiling. Clint briefly wondered how that had happened.

"I guess he killed himself?" Clint asked.

"Yes. I am surprised that Stark allowed that to happen."

Clint sighed. "Maybe he was too caught up in having his fun to realize that Loki was capable of it."

"Perhaps."

The sound of something crashing then caught Clint and Tasha's attention. The other Avengers had arrived.

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