
Chapter 8
Stupid Loki, goddamn Loki, putting ideas of a future were Steve and Bucky were Happy with him, Where he didn't fuck up at every turn. Stupid Fucking Loki, Thor's Brother along with the worlds villain population sucked, just fucking sucked.
And Tony couldn't get drunk, his life was just unfair, so fucking unfair. The universe knew he would fuck-up this child, this was it warning everyone.
Also Howard apparently hated him because he wasn't STEVE, wasn't goddamn fucking Captain America. It was a few hours after Loki left that he had found the tape.
Howard was drunk (No surprise) sitting at his desk muttering to himself when he said it "If Anthony if my present and my future ... and Steve is my past, I want to Stay, I want to Stay in the past, they future is just a disappointment with no hope of outshining my past. I hate my future for that, the future is meant to, is meant to be ...AMAZING, but no it's not" Howard had passed out at that point.
Cold claimed his bones, he couldn't compare, never had a chance of making Howard love him, of making him proud and if he couldn't even make Howard happy how was he meant to make Steve and Bucky happy, it was Official;
Anthony Edward Stark was a hopeless failure.
The villain community was fucked, doomed to spend the rest of their days having the absolute shit beat out of them by fading Super-soliders. They stood silently waiting.
Loki was lost, he wasn't good at repairing relationships, not one little bit.
The medieval doors of Doom's castle opened, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
"Someone knows how to make an entrance' Loki thought to himself bitterly
Then the RedSkull walked in like he owned the place, all the hydra goons saluted out of respect or fear.
"I hear you have a problem with some certain Super-soliders?" The outdated 40's villain asked, seemingly addressing it to Loki.
So maybe Loki had a little smidgin of dislike for the RedSkull, but really it wasn't his fault that the man was so fucking up himself.
"Do you have a suggestion?" Dr. Doom asked, hoping to avoid conflict in his home
RedSkull nodded "You tried talking to the Cat Yes?, it failed, Capt. Rogers is stubborn in his mission, if you give him a clue, say as to Starks location, the soldier will fix our problem for us" he offered, a smug smirk gracing his lips.
Agreement filled the room causing Loki to sigh, he wasn't in the mood to be punched by Super-soliders.
"Fine, Wish me luck" He said sarcastically before opening another viewing screen.
Steve and Bucky sat in the gym, destroyed punching bags laid around them, Steve's shield still covered in blood from the last fight sat heavily in his hand. Loki then decided to appear. Steve couldn't find himself to feel guilty about hitting the demigod with his shield.
"At least you didn't punch me" Loki joked weakly before Bucky punched him, causing the trickster's head to snap backwards violently
"Fuck off" Bucky offered in greeting "If it wasn't for you Tony would't have disappeared"
Loki chuckled "He also wouldn't be in a relationship with you two"
Bucky pulled back to Punch Loki again, only to find his arm's progress halted by a certain super-solider
"What do you want Loki?" Steve asked, voice devoid of any and all emotion
Loki studied them before answering "I know where Stark is, I assumed you wanted the information"
Steve lunged, pinning the demigod to the closest wall by the throat "Don't you dare lie to me about this Loki, because not even Thor will be able to stop me snapping your neck and carving out your liver" The Captain growled
"Tis is no Lie or trick I assure you Captain, your bond mate is at his childhood home walling in self-hatred and assuming you and Sargent Barnes had moved on" Loki answered honestly, for what may have been the first time in his life
Steve dropped Loki, before both him and Bucky ran from the gym without a backwards glance
"What did I tell you?" RedSkull chuckled, as Loki rubbed his neck enjoying the others pain "Now we just sit back and watch"
All the villains turned to the magic screen that showed the two super-solider driving recklessly towards their missing piece, silently praying that the three would reunite with much strife.