Father Fury {Discontinued}

Chapter Eleven

Tony shuffled around the room he now shared with Loki, not saying anything about his distaste in the vibrant lime green colour of most things, and dark jet black of the others.

His things lay untouched on his bed on which he sat huddled up against the headboard. Loki stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

"Well, I hope you like it here. This is just my colour scheme, but you can change it a little I guess." Loki muttered, trying to break the silence as he sat cross legged on his own bed.

Tony shrugged. "It's fine," he whispered. If there was one thing Howard had taught him before giving up on his child, it was that arguing with others, disagreeing with them, would just make them dislike him. Feel disappointed in him. Tony didn't want to feel like that again. If Loki liked green and black, then Tony would have to learn to like green and black too.

"I know you don't like it just say something." Loki huffed. Tony shrugged. "I never said I didn't." Loki rolled his eyes. "But you don't. I can read people - Hela always used to lie." Tony stared at him in confusion. Despite Howard's poor teachings, Tony's curiosity got the better of him. "Who's Hela?" He asked. "Thor's sister - my old adopted one. She found out that she legally cared for us so she threw us out. She was a real bitch." Toy bit his lip to keep from the simple bad from going to his head, the way Howard used to use it towards him.

Without much warning, Steve burst into the room. "Hey guys, I just came to check on Tony." He stepped into the room and moved towards Tony's bed, gently sitting down on the edge.

Tony smiled slightly, looking down, by noticing Steve's hand edging closer. "You sure?" He asked, Tony's mute answer to being too reliable. Tony glanced at his hand which was now enveloped in Steve's much larger one, looking up to face the older boy and gave an even bigger, albeit fake, smile and said: "Yes Steve, I'm fine. I appreciate the concern." The teen didn't seem convinced, but nodded, and pulled Tony into his body.

In silence, Loki left the room.

XX~•~•XX

It was getting late, and still Bucky hadn't returned, and the other kids had yet to turn up.

Shuri had been excitedly putting everything around her room, filling her wardrobes and drawers, excitedly waiting for Wanda, her newly destined best friend.

Sam and Rhodey has spent their time trying to get to know each other, sitting on their beds and just talking before Thor and T'Challa entered and they began playing spin the bottle with one of Thors empty hair gel bottles he'd never gotten round to recycling. Let's just say they knew a lot about each other by the end, which wasn't for a while.

Scott and Bruce has settled for a game of uno, happier keeping to themselves in their room then anything else. And their original one game? Yeah, that turned into about twenty. Then Peter came in and joined them for another ten.

Steve had stayed with Tony, trying to comfort him, recognising the panic and worry and fear in his eyes. Tony wasn't a very trusting person, and this wasn't really working out for him with all these people and the only person he truly knew was Rhodey. However, Steve seemed to be growing on him, and T'Challa had grown on him he first day they all met, especially after holding him in his lap.

Tony was small, unusually small, and thin due to the lack of food. It wasn't that he wasn't fed, it was just when he lived with Howard, Jarvis was still a butler and had to work around Maria and Howard, so any food Tony ate he had to supply for himself. Then there was Sharon who would always put the wrong amount of food on his plate, whether it be too little or too much. After not too long, Tony had developed a few eating disorders, ones he wasn't comfortable sharing about. They were anorexia, pica, and rumination. Thankfully, nobody knew about them, or they knew and just didn't care, so it wasn't part of his files or anything.

Loki had joined Phil in the kitchen, helping make lunch and later tea, as the time soon drew close to seven o'clock.

Nick had been waiting on the drive, the whole entire time.

Eventually, the dark skinned man turned around and went inside, glancing at the pile of plates sat in the sink from lunch.

"Hey Nicky, can you do rounds and get everyone down for tea? Hopefully the other kids will come around now since me and Loki made far too much curry." Phil called from the dining room, setting the table. "And tell them to write their names on a piece of paper - Scott and Peter want them to choose their forever assigned seats." He chuckled.

Nick smirked and began walking towards the stairs, first headed to Loki and Tony's room. He swung open the door and stared silently at the scene in front of him: Steve had his arms wrapped around Tony's middle and the boy was crying softly into his shoulder, Steve's empty plate beside them on the floor, his own plate of lunch food long forget at the foot of his bed, teetering on the edge. Nick flew to grab it and tapped the youngest on the shoulder making him look up.

Solemnly, he began to talk. Pointing to the plate, he said: "Tony, why haven't you eaten this?"