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The cold was piercing, the wind cutting through the thin layers of his clothing as flakes of snow blinded him when they flew into his eyes. He wasn't even sure how he got here. All he knew was it was freezing, there was no wood nearby to make a fire and he was without his suit.

He'd long since given up trying to find any hope of civilization. He had trudged through the snow for hours and only succeeded in tiring himself out. It was nothing but emptiness and frost here. Eventually, he had settled himself in a divot in the earth under a large rock and just curled in on himself, trying to conserve body heat where he could. It was there he eventually, somehow, feel asleep.

Sometimes, Loki wondered if he did not have a sixth or seventh sense, or if perhaps it was some sort of fate that pulled him in a certain direction, to a certain place or time. There was, at least not that he could see, a reason for him to be out in such bitter cold, yet wanderlust had driven him there. There, where there was nothing.

Nothing but an Iron Man.

For a time, the sort-of-god, might-be-alien, could only stare at what he had found tucked away beneath a rock. Curious, he leaned in, checking for signs of life; they were there, but faint, and the body no longer so much as shivered. After several seconds of internal debate regarding the issue of whether he wanted to be morally decent and provide aid or toss the notion of morally decent to the wind and let the man die, he shrugged out of his fur-lined cloak and laid it over Stark before setting about the task of building a shelter around him to block out wind and snowfall. Akin to an igloo, walls of packed snow, and once the shelter had been formed, a fire was lit.

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It wasn’t often that Loki was allowed outside of New Asguard.  He was only allowed to leave on official business.  In this case, he had heard word about a training program for those who were young.  The next line of heroes.  There was an exceptional child in New Asguard who had powers much like his brothers, though their element was Fire.

It was breathtaking to watch and Loki had been cheering them on for months before finally coming with footage of their training in the courts of the small Kingdom.

“So, we meet again.  This time, on better terms.”

He offered a shy smile to Tony before holding out a small chip.

However that didn’t matter right now. Bruce had also realized he did not need to be.. Professor Hull. There was nothing wrong with Bruce Banner no matter what he had heard. The team had suited up. Steve was present, Clint.. what was left of their original team with a few extra members. For this event, Doctor Strabge had even been called in.

.. “ uh guys? “ The rift, the rip started to vibrate. It started to shift, it expanded in some ways. “ My sensors are going mad.. it’s getting bigger.. stronger.. “ It was glistening in a unique way. But Steve shouted to the Sorcerer Supreme. “ Strange, can you close this? What.. “. But Strange seemed to sense something. He raised a hand. “ Wait.. there’s.. something is coming. “

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Being captured was unfortunate, not being able to escape from his new prison was just frustrating for Loki. There had been so many times he had been caught and somehow figured out a way to escape but this was not one of his most successful missions. The god had quickly figured out early on that his cell was in one of Tony Stark's buildings. The structure was interesting, they were on Midgard but some of the technology was Asgardian. Loki couldn't figure out if the cell was build especially just for him with Thor's help or if it was a cell just in case they couldn't control the God of Thunder himself. Time had passed, people rarely came to visit him, the guard's were robotics which made them impossible to manipulate. Loki couldn't go anywhere, there was no one to talk to, he wasn't even allowed to pick the food he was given. he would have thought they would have guess by now that he didn't eat meat and just would pick around it eating a few vegetables. Illusions were a huge theme with Loki, it was hard to know what was real and what was just a manipulation, a lie to protect himself and his agenda. Months must have passed, it was evident the cell was not going to break, the cameras didn't react to his screaming and threats, no one was here. He was sure of it, he was alone. It had only taken him a few days to compose his next biggest lie. It would be tiring and exsaughsting but Loki had to find a way to survive on his own in this cell, he wasn't even sure if he would ever be allowed out of his new octagon home. He had been careful to make the transition seamless so no one would suspect anything. Through the windows and cameras the view of Loki was a scowling seething and relentless God, dressed in his full leathers of green and gold, staring the cameras down and ready to fight at a moments notice no matter now much time would pass. The reality was a complete contrast. Behind his shield of illusion Loki had allowed himself to go through waves of anguish and depression before he had settled on producing his books from nowhere, flicking through pages and losing himself in stories and tales.

He would bathe and comb his hair that grew past his shoulders over time. He formed new clothes with his magic, loose fitting sweater and baggy trousers. If he was going to be living in his cell for the rest of his life he would make the best of it. The truth was that Loki was used to being Lonely, hiding behind a mask of rage and vengeance that protected him. He would never show this softer side of himself to anyone, he vowed to never make himself this vulnerable. All he could do was hope that his illusion was strong enough for Tony's ever advancing technology, that no one would never see him so off guard.

It had started out as a test of some of Einstein’s theories... Howard had stopped by Princeton for a chat with him, and they’d swapped ideas about stretching space and time.  It struck Howard as a potentially useful way to get somewhere.  You didn’t need rockets when you could just fold up the space between you and the moon.

When he turned it on, something immediately caught fire.  Howard grabbed the extinguisher, but when he turned it on, the device gave off a flash of light that blasted him backwards.  He hit a wall, hard, and for a moment he could only sit there seeing stars.

I’d been roughly a week since the battle against Ultron and Sterling hadn’t seen Stark since finding him injured on the ground. It wasn’t exactly the ideal time to meet him and at that point it was almost a detriment to his own character to be counted amongst SHIELD despite being there to help. Stark was never one for authority, SHIELD least of all, but Sterling had done his best to help. 

He hadn’t done enough, he felt. 

So despite his embarrassment over their initial meeting and how absolutely useless he had been, when the time came for someone to run the delivery of Stark’s suit back to him he had volunteered before thinking. Saying they had a rapport, saying he wanted to see it through after having found him there, anything he could to be given the assignment. It had worked. Sterling only slightly regretted it. 

He’d been on the run for the better part of four months. Running and hiding from the Government and their enforcers. It was just a part of his fight against the Accords and his job of releasing those from the raft and protecting Barnes from custody and death.

The problem was he had been shot through the shoulder and the bullet had been lodged inside of him. He needed help and there was a fever building on his brow as he slid onto Stark’s property.