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They wanted to be sure you hadn’t exposed them to the government, which was bullshit considering a lot of vampires had ties to Hydra’s little club in exchange for easier access to food. What Loki had just done was basically telling the council you had something to hide. This was giving you a headache. Killing the newborn was a test of your skill, but the tracker was meant to see the brutal show and follow behind you to see the outcome. At least you assumed that’s what they wanted. Now you had a trip to make before the news got back about their prized tracker.

Both Loki and Tony watched as the crease between your eyes slowly smoothed out, relaxing into a calm and composed face. The men watched with concern as you took a small flip phone out of one of your pockets and got rid of its packaging, inserting a small chip into its side panel. Several moments later while typing on the phone, Loki looks at Tony and arches an eyebrow in question.

“What is she doing?” The god questions, confused by the scene before him.

“It’s called texting, Shakespeare, get with the times you’re worse than Cap,” Tony quips back at Loki without taking a look at him, his focus was completely on you at the moment. He ignores the glare that Loki is giving him and watches as you stop texting and take out the sim card, wrapping it in what looks like a water-proof bag.

“I have to go, don’t follow me or you’ll mess everything up and get me permanently killed if I don’t pull this off just right,” you say while pulling your hair into a ponytail.

“What are you going to do?” Tony questioned, curious as well.

“Something stupid, definitely reckless. Maybe a tad bit suicidal,” You shrug the tension from your shoulders, rolling and effectively cracking your neck. Both men look at you as if you’d grown a second head. 

“I’m headed to New Orleans, Tony, stay put please. Fragile humans and creatures of the night don’t mix well. Gets a little too messy for me, personally. Loki, fuck off. You’ve done enough damage for two lifetimes, I don’t need you screwing up my arrangement with the council,” Huffing slightly, you see Loki rolling his eyes while Tony is just watching you. There’s nothing more that can be done except get to New Orleans, and quickly. 

“Okay Tones, I need a favor,” You say, grinning widely at the man.

“If I agree, is it a similar concept to fae agreements where I have to carefully word my sentences?” 

“Uh, no. That’s not even remotely in the same realm Tony, but you can ask your questions on the way” You say with an exasperated sigh. Walking away from the bloodbath that Loki had created you turn towards the mangled body and sigh. You needed to feed again soon, you were starting to feel cranky. 

“Loki, I need a body bag. Summon one please,” Gritting out the last word as it left a bitter taste on your tongue. Loki merely grinned and did as you asked but also managed to magic the vampire’s body into the bag without any mess and handed it to you.

“Uh, thanks,” Was all you could say as you grabbed the bag and walked away with Tony to his car that was conveniently waiting at the edge of the port. 

Tony was insufferable. The number of questions he was asking bordered on infinite. For every three questions he asked, he had six more to follow up my answer. He really was dissecting you  at this point. You knew he had questions but at this point it would have been easier to sit in a lab and let him cut you open with how invasive his line of questioning became.You thought he was done when he was silent for several minutes, seemingly focused on the road in front of him. Waiting patiently for whatever question awaited you was nearly torture, but he didn’t keep you hanging forever.

“So, how exactly did you become, well, a vampire?” His voice quieted to a whisper on “vampire” as if it was dangerous to say too loudly. You really didn’t know what to say in response but you figured he was owed the truth.

“I helped the wrong person escape a local witch hunt. I had helped several women escape the burning pires and was attempting to help Loki run before they captured him. He had been injured by something and I’m not too sure of the particulars, however, he led them to my doorstep which resulted in being hunted down.” Taking an unnecessary breath to steady my racing thoughts I continued. “I ran, of course, but I wouldn’t leave him behind. I took a sword through the heart saving him and he couldn’t be bothered to give me a proper burial. An older reclusive vampire took pity on me and turned me. I wish he would have left me dead.” 

Tony stared at me out of the corner of his eye, “You don’t mean that, you’ve done so much good here y/n.”

This time you were quiet. Surely Tony understood how you felt, you had seen him after the wormhole incident in New York. You knew he could feel the perpetual clock ticking. Everything after felt like borrowed time. Something stolen from the universe that you were punished for taking ever since you took your first reborn steps. It felt as though you could never do enough, be enough, for the second chance you were given.

“You know, Tony, I’m not even mad about him bringing the fight to my doorstep. I knew what I was signing up for when I began helping those people escape certain death. I’m upset that he didn't ensure I was dead. I’m glad that I’ve been able to help people, I just wish it wasn’t like this,” the words sit heavily in the air as Tony thinks about the information he has been given.

“For what it's worth, y/n, I’m glad you’re here. No matter how it happened or what you became in the process. You being a vampire has saved enough lives to negate any “bad“ traits you have,” He says softly, yet firm to ensure I didn’t argue with him. Nothing he could say would change the way you felt considering you had more than one lifetime to justify your feelings.The rest of the drive is silent, which you’re thankful for considering you couldn’t give Tony every answer to the questions he asked due to the laws that governed your kind.

Tony was driving you to his private plane, which of course came with a thousand more questions about how you were able to withstand the sun and if it was dangerous for you to be closer to the sun despite the metal can you’d be in. It did some good reminding him that you’d been on missions during the day which included flying to those destinations. Sometimes he could be a real bonehead. 

“Alright, this is me. If I need a rescue, I won’t call. Just know that if anyone suspects you know the truth, you lie good enough to pass a polygraph otherwise you’ll be in deep shit,” you warn him, hoping he has sense enough to listen.

“Peanut,” he sighs in exasperation, “Be careful, get through this and come home. Plane will stay ready for you just in case.” 

Grinning like a mad-man, you hug the father-like figure and let go just as quickly. Stepping onto the plane you get all set for take-off, not bothering to put on the seatbelt. Leaning back, you exhale a short, calming breath as you hear someone clear their throat. Opening an eye to see the fallen god sitting across from your seat, you sit up and glare.