Way Too May Feels

The Ultimate Decision

Tony slammed Loki into a wall, and it crumbled. Loki flew though side of the helicarrier and started falling from about 2,000 feet in the air. That was unexpected. The new suit must be more powerful than he thought. Tony nearly giggled. Back to the matter at hand, Loki was falling to his death.

Tony sat down. This was his dillema: let Loki fall and die and save himself and the rest of the universe a whole lot of trouble, or he could save Loki and not stoop to his level. Tony realized that was already pretty much fucked when it came to going to Heaven or Hell, so he didn't get up.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Oh shit, Tony thought, I forgot about Thor. Thor was Tony's only problem with killing Loki. Thor was Tony's friend, but his brother had killed to may people, it had to end.

Tony got up and leaned against the wall, as Thor continued to yell. The yells broke off into sobs, and Tony held his head in his hands.

Regret. That was what Tony was feeling. The feeling was both forgien and familiar to him. It was a feeling that Tony new was going to stick with him for a long time, but it had to be done.

A storm was coming. That was what Loki had said. A storm was coming and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Crisis averted.

Or not.