S.H.I.E.L.D.
Tony’s POV
Even though Pepper has been CEO of Stark Industries for the past few years she still drags me to meetings. Apparently, she needs my ‘magnetic personality’ or something. So now I’m across an ocean in London, England.
In all fairness, the meeting was short but shorter than my travel time and that pisses me off. Add to that the fact I don't have my Iron Man suit and you have a very board Tony Stark.
To make the most of my time I decided to walk around the city where I’m a little less known so I wasn’t stopped asking for autographs much. Whilst walking past a little café, something or rather, someone caught my eye.
Thor’s little brother, the man who threw me out my window, was sitting at a table for two. A dark-haired man sat opposite. And then I was surprised as Loki kissed the man and then left for the back of the café, to a bathroom, I can only guess,
I quickly reach for my cell and leave the cafes view. Not knowing who to call first, I find J.A.R.V.I.S. was already calling Agent Hill, Fury’s second. She quickly picked up.
“Yes Stark?” she answered with a sigh, she never liked dealing with me, that why I miss Agent.
“Quick question, does S.H.I.E.L.D. know Loki’s in London?” I say and wait for her reaction.
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Loki’s POV
I enjoy sitting next to Sherlock on the sofa since we’ve been a couple – going on dates and hand-holding is our limit of public displays of affection.
Most evenings John will work on his blog or message this ‘Mary’ who he had been dating the last few weeks. Tonight, was the same as always with Sherlock and me on the sofa reading a book each, my head laying in his lap, and John on his laptop at the desks.
Ms Hudson then interrupted us by busting into the room like she was racing someone upstairs.
“Um, Loki there are some Americans at the door for you,” she said.
Before we could respond Director Nick Fury entered through the door with Agent Maria Hill behind him. Both had their hands hovering over their guns.
“Loki, nice to see you again,” the one-eyed man said clearly unfazed by the domestic scene he walked in on.
“Director.” I returned, sitting up straight, putting my book on the table carefully and moving away from the mortals.
“Who are you?” asked Sherlock confused.
“Don’t,” I said to him, his mouth will only get him in trouble here. He just sighed and pulled out his phone, moving to join John by the desks as he noticed I needed to protect them.
Thank the Norn’s he’s smart.
“S.H.I.E.L.D.” Fury responded to Sherlock who just continued to type on his mobile.
“How may I help you, Director?” I ask getting his attention back on me.
“You can start by coming with us to answer some questions,” Fury said cruelly. There would be more than just questions.
“Shall I call the police?” Ms Hudson asked from the doorway. Surprisingly she looked ok with the situation, Sherlock had said she had a criminal past, so she must be used to people with guns walking in. Or good at hiding worry.
“No, just got back downstairs,” Sherlock, told her shortly and she left quickly.
“Loki, don’t think we are just going to let these people take you,” John said to me, ever the hero.
I just smile at him kindly and then turn to the agents.
“How did you find me?” I ask curious, Thor only knew I was in England and not even he knew where.
“Stark saw you in a coffee shop nearby, the owner told us where you lived,” Hill replied in her formal manner.
“Oh and Stark didn’t come in to say hello,” I say playfully.
“You threw him out of a window last time you spoke,” Hill said seriously.
“So I did,” I mutter and Sherlock snorted as he held back laughter at my attitude.
“Will you come peacefully Loki?” Fury asked hand closer to the gun.
“Yes,” I reply shortly and hold out my wrists for him to cuff. I avoid John and Sherlock’s eyes. Fury was shocked for a moment and then looked for a trick.
“Wait who are these people? Why are you just going with them?” John asks he had the need to protect his friends and save the day. Surprisingly his hero side doesn’t annoy me as much as it once did.
“What are they going to do to you?” Sherlock finishes putting his phone away at last.
“We protect the world from threats like Loki, and he is coming with us whether he wants to or not,” Fury explains.
“Will you let him come back?” Sherlock asks. I feel upset at the worry in his voice, but John and I are the only ones who hear it.
“No, he will be returned to Asgard or placed somewhere he won't be a threat,” Hill explained in her level tone.
“No, he’s not a threat now, in fact, he’s been helping,” John argued.
“Helping who?” Hill said sounding interested.
“The police, I’m a Consulting Detective,” Sherlock said more relaxed and composed than John.
“Sherlock, be quiet,” I say, still not looking at him.
He stops and I can feel his eyes on the back of my head.
“Fine, but I don’t know why they think they can just walk into my home and make demands,” Sherlock muttered, not being able to resist the last word.
I smiled softly at his words, causing Hill and Fury to exchange confused looks. Fury then locked the handcuffs around my wrists.
“Oh, but before we find out if Asgard wants you back we’re going to punish you Earth style. After all, Asgard’s had its chance. You’re going to a cell in S.H.I.E.L.D. until a trial,” Fury said with a cruel smirk.
I feel my lips curl in a grimace.
“A fake trial arrange by the same people that wanted to send a bomb into New York City, probably,” I say.
“Or not,” said an English voice I have never heard before.
“Mycroft!” John exclaimed.
As Sherlock said,
“Took your time brother, I know you are never too far from Bakers Street.”
“Well I have to keep an eye on you, little brother and the traffic is to blame Sherlock dear. Hello John and you must be Loki,” Mycroft said looking at each person in turn.
“I would shake your hand but…” I say and hold my shackled wrists up.
“Yes, quite,” he said sounding disappointed as he walked around the room touching and judging things, generally annoying Sherlock.
“Mr Fury, you will remove them things and then remove yourself from Britain. The British Government is dealing with Mr Odinson here and unless you want to start a war with Europe I suggest leaving now,” the man all but ordered, turning the face Fury, leaning on his umbrella and giving the director a fake smile like Sherlock’s. It’s the smile that says, ‘I’m the smartest person in the room’.
“Mr…” Fury started.
“Holmes, Mycroft Holmes,” Mycroft’s assistant finished from the doorway not looking up from her phone.
“Mr Holmes,” Fury continued clearly recognising the name, “This is a problem for S.H.I.E.L.D….”
Mycroft held up a hand to silence the man.
“But Mr Fury…” Mycroft started.
“Director.” Fury corrected getting angry.
“MR Fury,” Mycroft said sternly, “S.H.I.E.L.D. has no power here so unless you want me to get the British Secret Service involved I suggest you leave now. This is not an American problem and I have informed the CIA so please don’t send your heroes, they are more trouble than they are worth,” Mycroft finished.
There was silence for a moment as Fury considered his options.
“Very well,” Fury agreed, “Hill take the handcuffs off Loki,” he ordered.
The cuffs were removed and Mycroft’s assistant led the agents out the room and drove them to the airport.
I rub my wrists where the cuff had rubbed and was surprised by Sherlock hugging me. My arms soon wound around his neck in response.
“I’m going to check on Ms Hudson,” John said leaving the room so we can have some privacy.
“Thank you,” Sherlock said into my shoulder but it was aimed at his brother.
I see Mycroft's eyebrows rise in surprise at being thanked.
“Loki you must be better for my brother than I thought,” he comments as Sherlock released me.
“Alright?” I ask Sherlock, my hands on his cheeks.
“Yes,” he replies and smiles softly.
I turn to Mycroft, “Thank you for helping me,” I say, “I’m glad you think I’m good for Sherlock, it means a lot.”
“I like to keep my little brother happy, but if you go all, ‘king of the world’ again I will let S.H.I.E.L.D. do what they want,” he replied seriously.
“Understood sir,” I say and feel Sherlock wince.
“Don’t call him sir,” Sherlock said.
I just roll my eyes and Mycroft looks away and eventually leaves as I kiss Sherlock if only to stop an argument. And partly because I didn’t think I would get to do this again when I saw Nick Fury’s face.
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