#lostshieldandhammer

My muse has just returned from your muse’s funeral when a knock on their door drags them out of their grieving - in front of it stands your muse.

Looking up when he saw Steve coming down the hall, Bucky pushed off the wall he’d been leaning on. “My rooms or yours?” he asked with a slightly raised eyebrow. 

Bucky was coming to rest from his round on watch when he felt the phonevibrate. Seeing the .message made him groan, missing the blonde quite a bit.

[to; Stevie] You're gonna kill me, baby. Why you gotta tease?

Loki's ears were ringing. The Hulk had, not so kindly, tossed the God around like a rag doll and every inch of Loki's body hurt but it was nothing compared to the ringing. His head felt like it was full of cotton and most of his senses were muffled. His vision swam, his balance was non existent and there was an odd mettalic taste in his mouth. Even his magic bristled under his skin.

Loki managed to dislodge himself from the dent in Stark's floor and crawled to the shattered window to asses the situation. It seemed Dr Selvig was no longer under his control and the Black Widow was getting ready to close the portal. But where was the other? In his race to conquest Loki had managed to enslave one of their best, Captain America, with the scepter. Where was the captain now? Loki needed a getaway but it looks like he lost his best asset too. Loki's train of thought stopped dead at that. How did he know Selvig or the Captain? Why were there so many aliens on earth?

Not wasting any more time the God summoned what magic he had left to teleport himself to the first floor and into more presentable clothing. Thankfully the humans didn't pay too much attention to him in the chaos. The ringing in his ears raged on as pieces of the last few days resurfaced. It seems Loki lost a lot of memories and as he looked around things finally started to click into place. He fell from the bridge, he floated, he was captured, he was tortured. It wasn't a few days that wee missing, it was a few months. Yes, it made more sense now. He was brainwashed, forced to do other's bidding. But why was this city on fire?

The memories of the last 24 hours hit him like a ton of bricks. He was the reason everything burned. He was the reason Stark flew into the portal with a deadly missile. He was the reason so many were dying around him.

Loki had steadied himself against a wall as his vision and balance returned. The pain subsided and his magic went to work healing the wounds but nothing stopped the ringing. His mind felt like it was scrubbed clean only to be filled with poison. Is this what being under mind control was like? He felt sorry and guilty for those he did the same to but now was not the time for it. He needed shelter, food, a place to recover and rebuild his plans. Truthfully he never expected to survive the fall from the Bifrost and the future overwhelmed him a little.

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Stephen pulled Steve onto his chest and gave him a kiss. It was going to be a long week.

Whenever Stephen wasn’t treating a patient, he was remodeling that back porch to be screened off to preventing bugs from coming in as well as adding in light traps. He installed a couple of fans, bought a mini-fridge as well as an automatic ice chest in case they got too hot. The weather for his heat was supposed to be mild, nothing outrageous. As part of his finishing touches, Stephen set up a card table, littering it with incense and candles. The alpha also strung fairy lights from the roof of the patio to give some light when it got dark. This was going to be the best nest that Steve ever had.

On top of his project, he snuck out pillows, a thin sheet, and a comforter that he had rolled in when his husband wasn’t looking. Every ounce of love he had for the man was being poured into this for him.

On the morning of Steve’s scheduled heat, a warm feeling overcame the alpha. It was as if his body was telling him that it was time. Stephen had instructed his alpha to just call the closest neighbor to watch their kids. He had visited them a time or two on his way home and they were nice folk.

With the kids out of the house, Stephen blindfolded his mate when he wasn’t looking. “Come on, I’ve got a surprise.” As he led the omega out to the back porch, the alpha was slowly undressing with a smirk. The man had dowsed himself in his husband’s favorite cologne, so it wasn’t subtle it was that time once again to fuck like rabbits. 

But it was different this time, Stephen had now fully bonded with Steve upon the realization that they were soulmates. What other omega, who wasn’t even in heat, would you immediately have sex with, in a library of all places? 

Tony went with no back up, guards and high ranking members shutting down the large property while some waited the alloted time before following. They didn’t argue when it came to Tony being in such a rage. 

‘Dear Mr. Stark, We do hope this message finds you well. 

The words were burned into Tony’s brain as he drove at a speed inhumanly possible to survive, but he didn’t care. There was going to be blood, and lots of fire for the arrogance. 

By now you will have noticed some very important assets to your operation are missing. We’ve got them, and they are alive, but for how long is up to you, Mr. Stark.

He clenched the wheel hard, hazel eyes refusing to look at the passenger seat where the two photos lay crumpled from his rage. He didn’t need to think about what could have happened, his goal was the end of anyone who had dared to touch them. 

The blonde has done well, protecting the little one. But his refusal to cooperate is becoming tiring. So we’re going to take back the throne of New York. You will come and give yourself to the mercy of the Stane family, and we will let you and your abomination of employess go.

The blonde. The little one. Employees. The remaining members of his now dead god father’s family refused to acknowledge their captives for what they were. Steve and Peter were not assets to the Stark operation. They were barely involved with any operation Tony was involved in. Steve was his husband and Peter was their son. The Stanes had made their final move against him and he was not going to show anymore mercy. 

We’ll see you soon, Anthony.

Tony sped into the drive and parked, knowing that by this point, the firs wave of backup would be leaving. Not that he would need it. HE stepped from the car and slammed the door, moving towards the door and taking down the two men at the entrance, then kicking the door in and taking out more, vision tinted red as he fought and snapped bones on anyone who dared to come at him. As he made a trail of wounded and some dead bodies, he made his way through the house. When he found the eldest daughter, smiling wickedly as if her family had won, he snapped her arm and pressed a gun to her neck. “Now then, pretty thing. You are going to tell me where my husband and son are, or I’m going to kill you and use your body as a trophy when I get them home.” His voice was a low growl, his grip bruising as he squeezed at the wrist wrapped behind her back. She led him to the room, and when they walked in, Tony fought the urge to throw her at her two brothers when he saw his family tied back to back on chairs, Peter gagged and unconscious, but Tony could see the streaks where his son had been crying. Steve was beaten badly, bruises on his husband’s face and he frowned. “Steve, honey, are you alright?” he asked, knowing Steve would know he was asking if they’d hurt Peter. They had sworn they would take anything - even death - if it kept Peter safe and unharmed.

The pickings were really slim here.  Bucky was just starting to feel his whiskey and already, he was about ready to pay his tab and leave.  He’d try his luck somewhere else, maybe that place down the street, and hopefully, he’d have better luck.  But then in walked a new guy he hadn’t seen before.  The guy was young, probably too young to be here.  Bucky knew the type.  They showed up from time to time, but not this guy.  He thought he’d remember him if he had.  Smirk in place, Bucky, who had only moments before been ready to pay his tab, instead ordered another whiskey.  Glass in hand, he meandered over to the boy.

“What’s up?  Your first time?”