Scarred - StrangeFrost

Septor

•Tony's POV•
What are you supposed to do when a former super villain, one that committed mass genoside and threw you out of a window, breaks down crying in front of you?
Yeah me neither.

I just stood there in shock as Loki started sobbing. It looked like he was having an anxiety attack. But how? He's the goddam god of mischief, I'd expect him not to be a mess.
And yet there I was, watching this murderer crying and incoherently talking about- something.

And as if that situation wasn't weird enough, an orange circle thing (which I thought was a wormhole) appeared right next to me and a man stepped out. He was wearing a large red cloak, and looked liked he had just stepped out of a 90s karate movie.

Loki looked up, yelled, "Strange!" And ran up to the man apparently called 'Strange' and wrapped his arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder.
'Strange' looked shocked, his face turning red and lightly patting Loki's back.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" I yelled.
I stomped over to Strange and sternly asked him, "Strange, if that even is your name, are you aware that that is the same  criminal that caused the Battle of New York? You know, the one who was the cause of the death of hundreds?"

Strange glaired at me. "You act like you've got nothing on your record."

I felt my hands clench into a tight fist and my teeth grit. Who the hell does this guy think he is?
"Look, sir," I spat. "I went through something you can't even imagine. And Loki is the main cause of that. So why don't you step aside-"

"Do you know anything about Loki?"
Loki let go of strange and walked over to the tree he had originally been and sat down on it.
I looked back up at Strange and threateningly hissed, "I know that he attacked New York, killed 80 people in the span of 48 hours and caused me all the shit I go through on a daily basis so tell me, how exactly you find him 'innocent'."

Strange just starred down at me for a few seconds and said, "Well you obviously haven't met him."
He turned around and walked over to Loki, who had his head in his hands.
The hell was he pulling?

I starred at Strange for a second as he leaned down to look at Loki.
"The hell is that supposed to mean?" I started. "This is the same guy that, tight after I had a conversation with, three me out of a fucking window. I've met the man face to face and even offered him a fucking drink. How the hell would you know him better than me?"

Strange didn't look at me when he spoke, "I've spoke to him right after waking up from being stabbed, Stark. Apparently, whatever kind of weapon he was using during the battle of New York could control minds-"

"It's a septor and he's controlled one of the Avengers during that." I spat.

"Yes well whatever it was was also controlling Loki."

I starred at Loki, who seemed to had fallen asleep again, for an entire minute.

"What?"