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Tony was injured. It was... really bad. The avengers were kind of panicking, and it didn't help that Thor went off world to Asgard saying that he knew what to do. His vitals were dropping at an all too rapid rate and it was a miracle that Thor managed to pull his shit together and get back to Earth in under half an hour. Unfortunately, when he came back the avengers saw Thor's "solution" came in the form of Loki, ya'know, just the guy who tried to take over Earth.
Loki stayed standing in the silence for a minute, but eventually rolled his eyes and broke the silence, "Thor, are you going to give a reason why you dragged me out of PT for this?"
"You know why, Loki. Use your eyes, we are in a hospital with someone dying."
Loki's cold exterior dropped, replaced with burning anger. He hissed to the taller man, eyes never breaking contact, "You know I cannot help with that. This is why I always tell you to actually explain why you need my help, before dragging me to a person who I cannot help-"
His voice was slowly beginning to rise, but Thor, being borderline stupid and unable to read the room interrupted Loki's rant. "I saw you save that elf a few years ago, what are you talking about, of course you can save him." He thought for a sec, "and it is the least you can do considering you almost killed him a two years ago."
Loki raised an eyebrow and then brought his hand up. It was obvious how shaky it was and even when he used his other hand to try and stabilise it, the avenger were able to assume that this is why the man mentioned and brushed over the topic of “PT”.
“Nerve damage, Thor, I can’t do what I could and I definitely cannot do a healing spell unless you want a dead avenger.”
It was an understatement to say that the avengers were confused. Loki, the man who tried to take over the earth, was unwilling to kill Tony Stark? It was very strange and uncharacteristic. And why did he need PT? The last time he was on Earth there were no signs of… well whatever was wrong with him. Natasha assumed that it was all fake and that he was only using an excuse like this to let the alpha die without taking any blame. Clint was unsure. He had saved Natasha herself from being an assassin for fuck’s sake, and he knew that there was something weird with Loki when he was last on Earth. He hadn’t said anything, but he was unsure that the god’s actions were his own-although he hadn’t shared that with anyone. He knew it could be a ploy, but this was a man with an ego, someone who wouldn’t want to be weak, he was not someone to play dirty. No one else looked as deeply as the spies, and everyone except Bruce took it for face value.
Thor may or may not have gotten very drunk one night and told Bruce everything. From the suicide attempts to Odin stealing Loki as a baby. Bruce knew. He knew that Loki was more than he seemed and all he wanted was to find out why some who committed suicide and disappeared for a whole two years and came back with an army, hoping to take over a planet he had no attachment to. Bruce Banner was not a doctor, and certainly not a psychiatrist, but he was interested in the workings of the brain. And he was going to find out what happened to Loki.