Our many colours.Avengers AU (Tamarose x insanedreamer)
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				Title: <strong>Our many colours.Avengers AU (Tamarose x insanedreamer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>insanedreamer</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 07:41:40</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/_johnnychick_/9586e2d4-2838-42b7-ad78-54ff97dca4cb_zpsbdyij4kn.jpg)</div><div align="center">He had failed. No, he hadn’t just failed, he had laid ruin to all chances of vengeance, <br>of..redemption. As he stood, body weary and drained in the wake of the Allfather, he felt truly <br>defeated. <br>&nbsp;<em><br>“Loki, Son of-” Odin’s voice wavered briefly, remaining eye stormy with unspoken emotion. <br>Despite his dejection, the trickster perked his head a fraction in defiance, stony expression <br>never betraying the turmoil within.”Loki, for too long have I overlooked your malcontent, <br>convinced these were the acts of a child that would grow to something more.” What ever <br>tenderness what made the man’s voice quake a moment prior gave way to new anger as he <br>stared down at the black-haired youth that stood open uncertain legs before him. He hadn’t within <br>him to feel sorrow for the broken boy, not anymore. “You have cost countless mortals their lives, <br>brought shame to Asgard, and have tried to usurp me. For this, you will be punished.”&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>The Allfather rose from his throne, taking slow strides towards the shackled boy he had one <br>called son. The years since the fall of the Chitari had not been kind to the Silvertongue, for he <br>looked weak and weary in light of his imprisonment while Odin had mused upon just what <br>punishment would fit his crimes. In the end, he decided he would take away all the youth held <br>dear, which in reflection, what precious little. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Loki, for your crimes, I strip you of your magic-” Scepter rising, he pressed it against Loki’s <br>exposed neck, and a snap of power locked about the god’s throat forming a dull black band. In <br>that moment, Loki’s eyes blossomed wide, and what dignity he held within his body drained from <br>him in a abrupt sag. “Your rights as an Asgardian-” Another snap of magic locked two similar <br>bands about his wrists, and he sucked in a harsh gasp.”-And your home. You will be placed at <br>the mercy of the mortals you saw fit to try and ​rule​ , and they will do as they see fit. For that is <br>my decision.” By the end of the sentencing a quake had snaked up the graying god’s spine, as <br>disappointment and distaste etched itself in the deep lines of his face. <br>&nbsp;</em><br>Despite himself, Loki gaped, struck speechless as he felt two harsh tugs at each forearm that <br>held him in place as a powerful energy began to brew around the Allfather’s staff. Desperate <br>eyes flicked to and fro, finally landing upon the only set of eyes that held any form of emotion <br>other than hatred within them. Thor stood to the side, gaze slowly lowering as Odin prepared to <br>send his banished child to the realm of Midgard to pass off to the people the god of thunder <br>considered shieldmates.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>As Thor’s eyes diverted, a bubbling rage swarmed the fear within him, and he cast a final sneer <br>of loathing as the magic broke over him with the force of a raging bull.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>A snapping crack sounded, and in a moment of sheer disorientation he wobbled, stumbling onto <br>his backside by a vertigo that had never plagued him so direly before. As his vision adjusted, he <br>became all too aware of just where he was, even repaired and remodeled, he still recognized <br>this as the dwelling of a man called Stark. They were in the tower he had been so close to <br>dominating those years ago, when all was in his grasp. <br><br>“What is the meaning of thi-” A hard jab to his side from the butt of one of the guard’s spear <br>quieted his indignant snarl, a look of shock replacing the disorientation. ‘​Your rights as an <br>Asgardian’​ the words replayed in his head, filling every corner of his mind until they cemented <br>with stony clarity. The guards wouldn’t be reprimanded at all if they struck him, at least in the <br>cells he had been only at the mercy of himself, but now?&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Before he could gather his wits the second guard struck the expensive floor with his spear end to <br>fill the floor with a harsh knocking.”Son of Stark! We bring retribution from Asgard!” The man <br>spoke out to summon whoever was near. A missive had been sent to Midgard details Odin’s <br>decision, yet like most politics from the ‘heavenly’ realm, it had been murky and unclear just what <br>would be taking place in regards to Loki’s imprisonment.&nbsp; <br><hr> <br>A faint tremor gaze him brief pause, until the voice at the end of the line roused him from his brief <br>distractions. “What? Yes, yes I’m here.” He hurried, swallowing thickly as he sank down into the <br>nearest chair, workout abandoned. The past five minutes had gone by in a blur as he listened to <br>Natasha speak on the other end, doing her best to coax Steve into the proper state of mind for <br>the information she was about to impart.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;It had almost consumed him, knowing that Bucky was alive, and knowing the man he had once <br>considered his best friend barely recognized him. Try as he might, he saw the brief flickers of <br>light with his troubled eyes, and the moment at the river would forever hang over him.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Realizing he had let his mind wander once more, he sprang to his feet to hurry to his gym bag, a <br>new determination brewing within his stomach.”I’m coming, just..just be careful with him.” It was <br>no small wonder to him how Natasha had managed to track him, all things considered. There <br>was so much the red-head had never told him, things he would never ask, but he knew, deep <br>down, she had wanted Bucky found as well. Histories that had never had a chance to settle were <br>resurfacing in a grander way than the Captain could scarcely realize. Come what may, this time <br>he wasn’t going to let his friend slip through his fingers, not when he needed him. <br>&nbsp;<br>The only question was...Was Bucky, ​Bucky​ anymore? Could he be- No, no he wouldn’t think like <br>that. Negative thinking never did anyone any good. He could not, and would not accept that there <br>was no bringing the man back from the brink. Everyone could be redeemed, and everyone <br>deserved that chance. He only hoped Tony would receive the news with some grace, because <br>Steve was going to need the man if he had any chance of securing Bucky, and keeping him out <br>of the hands of the Government- or worse. <br>&nbsp;<br>He noticed a stirring in the Tower as he departed on his motorcycle, but whatever was brewing <br>within would just have to wait until he could meet where Natasha had found Bucky, and bring him <br>home​.&nbsp; </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our many colours.Avengers AU (Tamarose x insanedreamer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 03:26:25</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7d/Tony_Stark_11.png/180px-Tony_Stark_11.png)</div><br>Tony was pouring himself a glass of scotch after another long meeting with Stark Industries when he was rudely interrupted by a powerful "vibrating" sensation through his new flooring, followed by a loud booming voice echoing through his home. Stepping, out from around his bar and down into the living room, he looked toward the windows, and noticed two medieval looking men with a pretty beat up Loki in between. Confused as to what the hell was going on and why Loki was in the middle of his living room floor, he put his glass down on the end table and crossed his arms as he gave the three men a questioning look. "As much as I like company, could you kindly tell me what the hell is going on here? Isn't Reindeer Games suppose to be in a cell somewhere on Asgard? Please, tell me daddy couldn't take care of you!"<br><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/1/1e/The_Winter_Soldier.png/180px-The_Winter_Soldier.png)</div><br>The Winter Soldier was his name and that is all he knew. He had no past and he definitely had no future. He was an assassin controlled by HYDRA and he was meant to kill anyone who got in his way. The man once known as James Buchanan Barnes no longer existed nor did he even know who that person was. He was just a killer with nothing to lose.<br><br>That is why as he sat in the back of a special made armor truck with a red haired female watching over him, he was already going over in his mind as to how he was going to kill her once he was out of his special binds that was keeping his wrists and ankles tied to the bench that he was sitting on.<br><br>It would be a lovely death. One filled with a beautiful girl's precious blood smeared all over the inside of the truck they were riding in. Maybe if it had been a different time and different place he would have thought about chatting her up and maybe taking her out on a date but tonight he only glared at her as the only thought that crossed his mind was dismembering the pretty red head before going after his main target...Captain America.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our many colours.Avengers AU (Tamarose x insanedreamer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>insanedreamer</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 06:41:07</strong>
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				&nbsp;For a brief moment, one of the guards had a small blossom of confusion scrunch his face as he tried to determine who this 'Reindeer Games' could be referring to. Scowling, he motioned for the other guards to keep a tight hold upon the prisoner as he stepped forward to pull a gilded scroll from his belt."You were sent a missive, Son of Stark, yet here is the official decree if it pleases you." By his tone he didn't give a damn if it pleased the mortal or not."The prisoner Loki will be released to the warriors of Midgard, as determined by the Allfather and his wisdom." <br><br>Loki scoffed audibly at this supposed wisdom, lips parting to make another scathing comment until he noticed the guard holding him draw his arm back for another blow. Sneering, he twisted, knocking the man off guard with a hard twist of his shoulders and hip.&nbsp; Ceasing the opportunity to rise, he sidestepped distance impeded by the bonds still about his ankles. The distance wasn't enough to save him from the guard whirling his spear about to catch him on the back of the knee by the end of it to send him back to his knees with an sharp gasp. Satisfied, the attending guard returned to his post beside of the seething prisoner while his partner finished instructing the Midgardian man of iron.<br><br>Upon the floor, the god of mischief was practically vibrating with anger. His fists flexed behind him, bright eyes cutting towards the short mortal as if he wished to set him aflame. This was utterly insane, surely the <em>great</em> Allfather knew what these mortals were capable of, there was little doubt in the man's mind what horrors would befall him if he couldn't find a means of escape. Escape however, was proving to be wishful thinking for each time he reached into himself for the blooming spark of magic he came up short. With each reach the collar about his neck pulsed, and whether it was imagined or not he did not know yet with each try he felt the band become weighted- a presence about his neck that could not be ignored.<br><br><hr><br>Nerves ate at his stomach as he paced the outer garage. The elated excited of only minutes prior had waned into a soul-deep panic that threatened to pull him under. The look in the man's eyes..Eyes that had once been so familiar to him, so warm, had been utterly void. What if this time around proved to be the exact same? What if Natasha brought back a man that..couldn't be saved?<br><br>&nbsp;Sighing, he rolled his shoulders, working out an imagined knot as he tried to still himself for the arrival of the truck. As it came into sight, he could feel his strong heart thumping within his muscled chest. He hadn't been this nervous in years. Heck, he had faced down men with machine guns pointed at his skull with better grace than he was handling this, but could anyone blame him? It wasn't every day that one came face-to-face with their life long best friend and expected them to try and squeeze the life of out them with their bare hands. Even in the Avengers world, that was cause for concern.<br><br>&nbsp;Finally stilling the frantic jitters, he slowly approached the truck, having decided to forgo his shield in favor of coming to Bucky as plain as he could. Despite it all, he was still Steve at heart, and no amount of height or muscle was going to change that. He was just a boy from Brooklyn, looking for the one person he could still call family in this strange world he had woken in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our many colours.Avengers AU (Tamarose x insanedreamer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>10-06-2016, 23:08:18</strong>
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				"You are joking right? Of course you are not joking. No one is ever joking. Can't someone be joking just once? What am I suppose to do with him? I thought when he went back with Thor's "daddy" was suppose to take care of all of this. SHIT! This is so not happening right now!" Tony walked about the room as he thought about the situation he was just put in. He didn't know what the hell he was suppose to do with the God of Mischief. He was no baby sitter. Half the time he couldn't take care of himself. If it weren't for Pepper he would be more of a wreck then what he already was. Running, a hand through his dark black hair, he grabbed for his glass of Scotch and downed it in one go before deciding he needed another one.<br><br>Walking, back over to his bar, he grabbed the whole bottle of Scotch before making his way back into the living room, in time to see one of the All Daddy's men hit Loki on the back of his knees with a spear, knocking him to the ground. Not liking the way he was being treated even though he was an asshole...but a defenseless asshole at that, he gave the man a glare as he took the lid off of the Scotch and began pouring himself another drink. "Ya' know...for being Odin's soldiers you should have better manners. Don't you know it's not polite where we are from to beat a man when he has no way of defending himself? Down here we call that being a coward!"<br><br>He knew that would end up pissing the guards off but at this point he didn't care. For as much as he disliked Loki...and that was putting it mildly...he didn't like seeing a defenseless dog being ganged up on because he was disliked. After downing, another glass of Scotch he had finally reached a decision on what to do with Loki. He knew he would have a lot of explaining to do when it came to the other Avengers but what could he do when he was basically being given to him? Not to mention he didn't want to think about what they would do to him on Asgard when Thor wasn't around. So, pulling himself together as much as possible, he turned toward the men and gave them his answer. "Sure! Why not? We can hang out and become best buds or something. Leave Reindeer games with me. I'll take care of him.&nbsp; Oh, and when you see the All-daddy again....tell him he is an asshole for a father and that he can personally go fuck himself! Now...get out of my penthouse before I have Jarvis personally toss you out the window." <br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br><br>He didn't know what the hell they had made the straps out of that was holding him down but he couldn't get loose no matter how hard he tried. The most he could do is glare daggers at the red head as he privately prayed for her death. Once he got out of there things would be quite different. He would have her head and when he was done with her, he would kill anyone else that got in his way.<br><br>After that he would find his way out of wherever they were taking him and find Captain America and bring him to his knees. Everything that the man ever loved would cease to exist and he would be the destroy it all...every little single bit of it!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our many colours.Avengers AU (Tamarose x insanedreamer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>insanedreamer</strong> on <strong>11-06-2016, 03:32:51</strong>
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				The dark-haired guard closest to Loki looked as if he might step away to retaliate against Stark's barbed tongue, yet the other guard, wiser and older, merely smirked."Your reputation precedes you, Man of Iron." By the faint sneer of his peach lips, it was not meant a favorable statement."I remind you of what the Accused has done to you and your people, keep that in mind Son of Stark, less you end up dead. The Allfather is wise beyond your comprehension." Satisfied that he had displayed just how little he thought of the Midgardian, the head guard stepped back to rejoin his shield brother. <br><br>"And in the future, I would watch your tongue, mortal. Heimdall's all seeing eyes will be turning toward Midgard now more than ever." The man spared a loaded gaze down at the still-kneeling prisoner, flames flickering within. In a bright burst the guardsmen form were enveloped in a bright eruption of white magic, and within seconds disappeared 'up' by the magic and might of Odin. <br><br>Loki couldn't deny that he had felt a measure of pleasure at seeing Stark's distress a few moments prior. The idea of playing subject to this puny man, who had already begun turning to drink, was laughable. Though- now that he took a moment to consider, perhaps this wasn't <em>so</em> bad. There was an ever present worry of the Eyes of Asgard falling upon him, but he fancied that he could slip himself from the collars that bound him, and depart from this garish Tower long before Heimdall would be privy to his intentions. Stark had already shown his hand defending him(As peculiar as that was), what he expected to gain from that Loki wasn't sure, but the information was stored away all the same. The man could be manipulated, and that's all he cared to know.<br><br>&nbsp;A slow smirk slid over his lips as he straightened to his feet, all but ignoring the blaring discomfort his side radiated from the guard's harsh treatment. The god had seen better days, that much was obvious by tired eyes and a faint bruise left at the corner of his pert lips."I do think you were more eloquent our last meeting, Stark." The shackles pinched his wrists, rubbing where the binding gauntlets upon his forearms met with the metal. He could ask the man to remove them, yet he withheld for now, testing where the man's mindset would take him. Just because he knew the Man of Iron to be a <em>Hero of Midgard</em>- Well, it wouldn't be the first time he had seen men who claimed to be just prove false.<br><br><hr><br>Natasha glanced over at the man contained within five different kinds of safeguards, green eyes carefully devoid of any overt emotion."There are ways you know-To come back from it." She stated flatly, eyes boring into the twin storms that promised death staring back at her. Turning away, she stood as the truck rumbled to a stop and two harsh thumps sounded from the driver's cabin. <br><br>Before the ex-assassin could swing the doors open after unlatching the lock, they pulled open with enough force to create a brisk breeze. Steve stood, hands still tightly gripping the door-handles, first looking at the red-head and then at the man practically swaddled with restraints. He stifled another hard swallow, forcing down the jitters that flipped his stomach like a coney-island fair ride.<br><br>"Hey Bucky." He knew the man would probably deny the name as he had before, but Steve absolutely refused to call him anything else, doing so would only reinforce the fact that the man he knew might be lost forever. Feeling a weight upon him, he resumed looking at Natsha, a frown curling his lips a moment later."Right.." He backed a few steps away as men flanked the trunk to begin a transport of the Winter Soldier to an inside containment cell. The man called Captain America stood by, an anxious tension in his rigid muscles. "Is this really necessary?" He finally accused, stepping forward to brush one of the men out of the way that was busy trying to adjust some of the straps to allow them to transport the assassin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our many colours.Avengers AU (Tamarose x insanedreamer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>12-06-2016, 23:46:47</strong>
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				"If the All father was so smart why was he so easily outsmarted by his own son? Also, I haven't forgotten what he has done. Neither has anyone else. He will be punished. Just not in the sick sadistic way you Asgardian's do things."<br><br>When the man mention Heimhall...Heimendall...or whatever the hell his name was about being able to see everything that goes on on the other realms, he just snorted and gave a middle finger to the air as the two guards disappeared into a rainbow of colors. "I knew there was a reason I hated rainbows!"<br><br>He hated that he had just defended Loki. If anything the last thing Loki needed was defending but he couldn't stand there and just watch him get kicked and beat when he couldn't even fight back. It was like watching a dog get kicked while it was already down. Still, now that he had opened his big mouth and said he would take care of Loki he didn't know what to do with him.<br><br>Looking, over his shoulder at the fallen God, he let a loud sigh escape his lips, before running his hand through his hair one last time before going to Loki's side and helping him to his feet. "Come on princess. Let's get you cleaned up and a room. Seems like you are going to be here for quite a long time. "<br><br>JARVIS...can you adjust the shower for Loki and get some clean clothes set out for him?"<br><br>Not even a minute later after Tony spoke a voice came over of nowhere and began speaking to his "master"! <strong>"Yes, sir. Would you like me to order dinner from several of the menus as well, seeing as we do not know what our guest eats?"</strong><br><br>Tony, giving Jarvis a small "yes" walked over and helped Loki to his feet, taking him by the elbow and leading him to the elevators to take him to one of the other floors that could contain the God while Jarvis kept an eye on him in case he tried to do something stupid. That way he could at least take the shackles off of him and let him move around his own secured level like a normal human being while making sure he wouldn't try and get out to kill any of them. Plus, it might make him let his guard down, so the others could find out as much as they could about the God. Either way Tony was starting to believe that this was actually a good idea and that the other Avengers would stand behind this once they got over being pissed off. "We'll, get the shackles off once we get to the other floor. The dog collar I am assuming is permanent, thanks to daddy dearest though! Hope like hell it's water proof!" <br><br>Once Loki and Tony arrived two floors down from where his penthouse was, Tony, led Loki into his own little slice of heaven before giving Jarvis the go ahead to make the level secure with the nod of his head. When he knew everything was locked down, he took the shackles from Loki's body and let him walk around as he pleased. "If you need anything ask Jarvis. He will get you anything you need. If he can't he will let me know and if it's within reason I will take care of it. Until then you don't leave this level. I need to talk to the other Avengers about you. Now go get cleaned up and I will be back with bandages for you wounds." <br><br>Without another word, Tony left Loki to himself but not before making sure the floor was again secure so he couldn't get out.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Bucky, only gave a sly smile as the red head spoke to him. He didn't know why he would want to come back from anything or why anyone would even care but he was quite content with who he was at the moment. The less he knew or remembered the better. It was all about feeling nothing and doing his job as an assassin that mattered. Besides, making any kind of connection with another human being would just deter him from his mission and that he didn't need.<br><br>Feeling, the truck come to a hard and abrupt stop, Bucky swayed back and forth in his seat before finally coming to a rest. Just waiting for them to open the door and get him out of his restraints long enough to move him to some other confined space, he stared at the door, waiting for his chance when he saw a tall blonde blue eyed man fling open the doors to the truck and look at him in recognition. <br><br>As he stared at Steve a.k.a Captain America, he had a feeling go through his body as an image flashed through his mind, letting him know that he should some how know this man in a way other then for the man he was suppose to kill....but why...how? <br><br>Staring, at him in confusion until a bunch of men jumped into the truck and descended upon him, he quickly forgot about anything or anyone else. Instead, he began to struggle and butt men in the head with his own, knocking a few down as he tried his best to get to the others and do the same. <strong>"Ill kill all of you!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our many colours.Avengers AU (Tamarose x insanedreamer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>insanedreamer</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 01:51:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;It was a close call, battling his first instincts down to allow the mortal to touch him so casually. He wanted desperately to rear back as soon as his wrists and ankles were free and attempt escape. It might have even been easy, the human wasn't a match for him physically without his metal suit. Even without his magic Loki was still a fros- The thought derailed him, swallowing hard as he flexed his aching hands. The restraints had left deep indents, raw and irritated from his constant urge to try and break free of them.<br><br>The disembodied voice gave the 'Asgardian' pause, nose crinkling faintly as he surveyed the area for the being. There was no one else in the room, which meant it must be one of the mortal's <em>technologies</em> he was so obviously fond of. The question was, just how much power did this bodiless thing have, and would it hinder his plans any?<br><br>&nbsp;Try as he might to play the part, a sneer still pulled Loki's lips at the mention of a 'dog collar'. His fingers itched with the desire to pull at it, to test the limits of the device that sealed him from his magic. Instead he steeled himself and followed after the Man of Iron, ignoring the twinging discomfort his body gaze as he took a languid, uninterested gait. He would absolutely not let this miniature man see just how rattled he was from the day's events. Even without his magic, he could conjure the illusion of confidence upon his face.<br><br>&nbsp;He waited until Tony departed before he began to test his limits, only taking a cursory glance about before he addressed the most pressing matter."Jarvis?" He ventured, figuring since the mortal had told him to ask for him if he needed anything the being must be a bit like Heimdall- all seeing. <br><br>The desire to cleanse himself of the feeling of captivity, he ventured towards the bathroom. He had spent enough time on Midgard to be mostly familiar with everyday aspects of mortal life, but a few things still gave him pause. "What manner do you serve the Man of Iron?" He added after another moment's consideration. If this being could see him, hear him, did that mean Tony could by extension? Suddenly the desire for a bath didn't seem as desirable as it had a few moments prior as suspicion and paranoia took hold.<br><br><hr><br>For a moment, Steve had actually thought he had seen some recognition within Bucky's eyes. He had barely enough time to hope before it was dashed, replaced with a growing panic as the Winter Soldier clicked quickly back into place. The guards did a steady job in the wake of the man's sudden outburst, but he knew he needed to step in before anyone could get injured beyond repair.<br><br>"Wait!" He held a hand out towards Natasha, who looked ready to join in."I've..I've got this." He offered a strained smile as he stepped forward, hoping the first round of restraints of the man's right arm would be enough to hold him in place while he wrangled the rest of Bucky into place.<br><br>&nbsp;He narrowly avoided a bone-shattering punch to the jaw, ducking swiftly left and surging his heavy frame forward to lock his arms about Bucky's artificial arm and shoulder. It wasn't the safest option, he knew, but in the close confinement of the truck and with as many people about as their were, he couldn't risk anything else going south.<br><br>&nbsp;"You know me Bucky. I know you do." He ground out as he planted himself in place with all the determination and stubbornness Steve put into any reckless decision."No one is going to hurt you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our many colours.Avengers AU (Tamarose x insanedreamer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>17-06-2016, 17:15:52</strong>
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				As soon as Jarvis heard his name, he quickly responded with a <strong>"yes, sir"</strong> before going quiet and waiting for the next question or command from the Asgardian God. For the most part Jarvis was almost like a human being...except he was way smarter and a machine. He was Tony's faithful and loyal friend and he was always there when Tony needed help working on any of his machines. He was the one that could break into SHIELD'S files just as easily he could order his master his favorite drink. He was one of a kind and he was all Tony's. Never would he ever turn his back on Tony or leave him like his father had. To Tony Jarvis was actual family.<br><br><strong>"I am Tony Stark's AI. I take care of everything that has to do with the Stark Towers and Stark mansion. I am able to do something as simple as order dinner for Mr. Stark or help him in creating his armor. I am everything and yet nothing. If there is anything you need or want to know just ask me...but be aware that Mr. Stark has given me clear directions on what I am allowed to say to you and what I am not. I am afraid Mr. Stark does not trust you!"</strong><br><br>Again, he went quiet and didn't say anything. After all there was no reason to speak to anyone when he was not needed.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>Tony, had spent almost an hour going over in his head what he had just agreed to. He couldn't believe he had accepted Loki into his home with open arms. He even agreed to bathe, feed, and take care of him like he was his child and Tony was definitely sure reindeer games was not his child...nor did he have any children anywhere else on or off this planet...at least not that he knew of. In either case, he should have had his ass marched to Asgard and have let them send him to outer space...or any place that was nowhere near him or any other kind of race. Yet, he could not do that. Odin had sent him directly to him to fulfill his punishment and if he didn't do just that he would have Thor's father up his ass...not to mention Thor himself. Speaking of, where was Thor at a time like this?<br><br>Oh, well. He would have to talk to him later because the food had arrived and he needed to get everything plated and put on a cart, seeing as had ordered from several different restaurants, since he didn't know what a God like Loki ate. After everything was ready to go, he would take it up and leave it with Loki to pick through while he had his dinner alone in the garage with Jarvis. Maybe then he could figure out what he should do with Loki or maybe as to where he could send him so he wouldn't be a problem to anyone.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br>Bucky was determined to get the hell out of that truck and finish his mission. He didn't care who he killed along the way. Yet, for as much as he wanted to kill Captain America and everyone else, he couldn't help but become angrier as images of the man in front of him flashed through his mind. Why was he having thoughts about someone he didn't even knew? Was he playing with? Did they have someone there that knew how to make mess with his mind.<br><br>Not knowing what was true and what was not, he again swung at Steve before he had a chance for the blue eyed man to lock his arms with his and hold him down. <strong>"Who is Bucky?"</strong><br><br>Even though Bucky could have easily used his special made arm to unlock both him and the and kill the Captain instantly, he couldn't help but feel something strange course through his body as the man held him down. There was a warmth and a familiarity that he couldn't explain. It wasn't sexual but it was...nice, yet...strange.<br><br>Not liking how he was feeling, he again began to struggle but not hard enough to actually hurt Steve or even force him far enough away that they lost connection. <strong>"I am giving you the chance to let go before I kill you!"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our many colours.Avengers AU (Tamarose x insanedreamer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>insanedreamer</strong> on <strong>21-06-2016, 02:45:31</strong>
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				The god licked his lips, thinking. This AI(what ever that was) was in a sense-, everywhere. Whether or not this unseen being was his jailer or not was still unclear to him, yet he figured that what ever mischief he wrought would be brought to the man of Iron quickly. He stood a moment longer, mulling over the situation while trying to resist the urge to rub at his aching wrists.<br><br>"Can Stark see me through you?" He inquired next, glancing up at the ceiling. Loki felt ridiculous talking to thin air, but then again Midgard was full of ridiculous things. All of their technology and weaponry and they were still pathetic little beings, only tough in numbers. Like <em>insects</em>. Even Stark would have coloured the pavement red had it not been for his metal suit all those years ago. When he almost-<br><br>He swallowed, jaw tensing slightly as he halted that particular line of thought once again. It would do him no good now. <br><br>Glancing back at the ceiling he moved into the washroom to strip off the ugly set of commoner clothing they had forced him to wear in his cell. He was lucky in a sense, that his status- or rather, his old status, had afforded him that. Still, he found it hard to be grateful all things considered. Still-healing bruises littered his body, some from mishandling, some from his own rage. All would have been glamoured easily had he been in control of <em>all</em> parts of himself, but as it was he would be forced to withstand the unsightliness until they healed in a few days. <br><br>"Are you recording me?" He then inquired, pitching his voice a little louder as he held his hand out to test the water. The heat of the water made him blanch at first, an odd tingle spreading over his skin just underneath the glamour Odin had cast upon him. Why the old man had allowed him to keep the illusion he didn't know. Something else he refused to feel grateful for, it most likely benefited the decrepit King anyway. After a few moment's search he figured out how to lower the temperature before stepping in. <br><br><hr><br>Steve held strong, knowing that the man could retaliate at any moment and send him flying with that arm of his. Another moment's hope was dashed, thinking in that brief window he might have talked the other down at least a little bit, yet his struggles continued. His arms tightened a fraction, not enough to bruise but enough to lock them firmly together to not allow interference. "You're not going to kill me Bucky." Another lie, for he had no idea if the man would or not like this..But he had to at least believe his old friend couldn't be capable of it so easily.<br><br>"Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. That..that might not mean much to you right now." His voice wasn't as sure and strong as he would have liked, but he always had a hard time lying to Bucky since they were kids. Somehow the slightly older man had always been able to call him on his fibs.<br><br>"Look at me. I'm not Captain America, not right now. I'm Steve..That's got to be in there somewhere."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our many colours.Avengers AU (Tamarose x insanedreamer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TamaRose</strong> on <strong>21-06-2016, 05:47:28</strong>
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				<strong>"At the moment Mr. Stark has me recording your every move until he tells me otherwise. The only place I do not have permission to record is the bathroom and that is to give you privacy. Even Mr. Stark likes his guests some dignity.<br><br>Yes, Mr. Stark can see you. All he has to do is ask me and I can pull your image up with the video camera. Although, as I said you are being recorded for Mr. Stark to watch later when he has the time. Therefore he is not watching you live. He just wants to make sure that you will not end up trying to harm yourself or anyone else."</strong><br><br>Jarvis on his own fibbed a little as to why he was being watched but he figured the less Loki knew, the better things would be. He was still very much loyal to Tony, even though he seemed to have a mind of his own. <strong>"Mr. Laufeyson. Mr. Stark will be arriving with your meal in 2 minutes and 33 seconds."</strong><br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>As Tony made his way to Loki's "private" penthouse with a cart full of food, he practically kicked himself in the ass for catering to this man when he should be kicking his ass. Since when did Tony Stark become the enemies bitch? To be honest how the hell did he get in this predicament? Most of all how was he the "chosen" one to babysit the mischief maker? This was bullshit. In fact if he knew Odin or Thor wouldn't fry his behind with Mjolnir he wouldn't be doing any of this. Damn it. He really needed to talk to someone about all of this. If it wasn't so damn late he would call Pepper but he knew her and Coulson were having a romantic night alone. They would both have his hide if he called right now about Loki. Everything, would had to wait until tomorrow. He just hoped nothing odd or weird would happen until then.<br><br>Arriving, at Loki's door a few seconds later, he unlocked the door by punching the code in and went inside. Once he knew the door clicked tightly shut behind him he moved the cart into the dining area and called out to Loki whom seemed to still be in the bathroom getting cleaned up. "Dinner is here princess. Come and get it!"<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>It was in there but only bits and pieces along with moments of images flashing through his brain. He didn't know what was real and what was made up but when the man above him kept mentioning certain aspects of their lives together, it seemed to click with some of the images in his mind. Still, how could he be sure that those memories weren't fed into his brain like everything else? <br><br>He wasn't sure if he truly wanted to know what was made up and what was not but the curiosity got the better of him and he again began to speak. <strong>"James Buchanan Barnes was killed in action...I...I think."</strong><br><br>Usually, he was pretty dead on about his mission but now he didn't know what he was supposed to do. This man knew him and apparently he knew Steve but with the way his mind was working he wasn't sure. It felt like his brain was nothing but electrical wires and they were all misfiring all at once. It was irritating and annoying but most of all it was making him doubt himself when it came to whether or not he wanted to kill Captain America.<br><br>With the look of a kicked puppy written across his face, he looked up into Steve's eyes and made a slight connection, only Steve was smaller then what he was now and much weaker. What had happened to him that he changed so much? <strong>"Steve!"</strong>
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