#vn2

Europe again. He didn’t came here since... Well, the beginning of the war, since too many major events he was tired of. The castle, his not-really-alive-dad, the trident, Strucker, then his heart condition, the suit of armor and all the heroic titles that came after. Yes he had chosen whether to follow in his father’s footsteps to obsessive madness or become the hero he was meant to be. Tony couldn’t see himself as a hero, he actually killed what was left of his dad, of Gulietta even though she betrayed him, and brought more question in the main conflict. Hitler had a true target on him now, and that General Fury was getting restless about Latveria and that team of his.

But Tony needed one man especially, one he found in Norway. After everything he saw the past year, for some reasons he knew he needed him more than anyone else to do that. He did arrive in his back. “Here you are. Do you have a bar membership card or something? ‘Cause this is litterally the second time I find you in one of those.” He smiled at Loki when he turned to see him with a ‘yeah that’s me’ face.

Behind the curtains