Young Love

please

Stephen's POV
Everything wasn't going to plan. Tony was missing again, Steve and Natasha were somewhere fighting aliens. And me, well I was trying to find Loki. I needed to find him because I was told to distract him since Thor was already sick and tired of doing that part.

I teleported myself the roof of Stark Tower was face to face with Loki, this time I was angry. "Well hello there Stephen", Loki acknowledged as he examined my face. "You look...angry...?", he said as he watched me furrow my eyebrows in deep rage. "I trusted you, and you and I were good friends", I started to say. "You betrayed my trust, manipulated me, took control of my mind, and made me hurt the ones I care about most", I continued. Loki looked down at the ground. "Of course I'm angry", I finished, my cloak used it's collar to pat my face as a way to calm me down. "Not now", I mumbled to it as it stopped. "I see your cloak is still as fascinating as it was last", Loki said. Stephen knew what Loki was doing. He was pretending to be his friend again, to regain his trust, but that wasn't working, why would it be? "Enough!", Stephen said as he levitated Loki in the air, his sceptre falling to the ground. Loki was having trouble breathing thanks to my spell that I conjured. I heard a loud roar behind me. I turned to see the Hulk, I dropped Loki and started walk off. "Here you go Hulk". I watched as Loki started yelling at the Hulk.

"I am a god, you full creature, and I will not be bullied by a", Loki couldn't finished as the Hulk started smashing him around.  I started to walk off and teleport myself to where Steve was.

"Guys!", we heard Natasha say into the comms. "I can close it...THE PORTAL", she explained. "Do it!", Steve and Bucky said in unison earning a blush from both. "Wait, there's a bomb coming and I think I know what to do", Tony replied as he passed us going a different direction. "Tony, are you going to tell me what your planning", I realised what he was going to do.

I widened my eyes in a mix with fear and worry. "T-tony, you're not going to go in, are you? What are you thinking, your going to die trying!?", I asked scared of what he was going to. "Just, keep on talking to me, please", Tony pleaded as I looked at the ground. My scarred hands were shaking, my eyes were watering and my heart was beating too fast. "After this, why don't we go on a proper date? Maybe a fancy dinner?", Tony said changing the subject, noise in the background indicating that he has the bomb. I looked at the sky, seeing a small iron figure. Tony....please...