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Chapter 101

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Norman’s face paled at the question and he looked down. It weighed heavily on his heart, the knowledge that he’d hurt his son out of pride. He’d wanted to finish his own projects so badly that he was willing to risk his life for it. But he’d never wanted Harry involved.
“I didn’t mean to I just…I lost it. I wanted to get my experiments done and when it backfired, I didn’t even know what I was doing. Every time I looked at Harry it was like I wasn’t even seeing my son. He was a stranger, but in the back of my mind I remembered him.” Norman felt tears prick his eyes and he rubbed them away and took a deep breath.
"When you were building weapons, what was your purpose for them?" Loki asked. "Why were you building weapons when you knew the man you worked with had something against them?"
“I wanted the money! I wanted power!” Norman slammed his hands on the table as he looked at Loki. There was something surging in his veins, like a mix of adrenaline and fear. He couldn’t stop the words he spoke.  “Haven’t you ever wanted something more than what you’ve been tossed? You’ve never looked up at the stars and wanted them all just because it was possible to have them? That was what I wanted. I wanted control and with the goblin it only got worse. I couldn’t feel anything outside my own skin. Harry was just…” The burst past and Osborn sat back in the chair as if tired. “Harry was in the way at the time. I didn’t realize I was dragging him into this.”
Outside the cell Fury was trying to figure out what he wanted to do with Norman.
"Would you still try and do all that even if it meant giving up everything you hold dear? Would you do it if that meant giving up your son?” Loki asked. "Would you do it if that meant losing two men whom you've worked with very closely?"
Norman looked at Loki and swallowed.
“No. I can’t hear that voice in my head anymore. And I never want to. I’ve always been proud of my work, my success. And I always wanted it to be greater. But if that means hurting Harry again then I don’t want it.” Osborn looked down at his hands and rubbed his eyes. He was tired, especially now. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time.
Tony dried off and got dressed then looked at his tablet again. He’d been listening to the entire interview, and now he simply stared at the screen.
"After what you've done, do you think Stark or even the doctor would ever trust you again? Do you think you deserve their trust?" He asked.
"Where is everyone?" Bruce asked.
"They went upstairs, something about monitoring Loki while he talked to Norman or something. Everyone kept saying his name; the man who took you. I haven't met Loki but everyone says I should wait for a better day when he's in a better mood."
Norman didn’t answer right away. He sat there for a moment and shook his head slowly, letting his body sink into the chair.
“No. After what I’ve done I don’t deserve any kindness anyone would offer me. Not even Harry, and especially not Stark. He looked up to me and I knocked him down hard. I don’t deserve it.” The man ran his hands over his face and sighed out then looked at Loki. “I should be locked up. I don’t want to be, but that’s what I get.”
“No, no it isn’t.” Tony spoke softly as he watched, feeling his heart beat a bit faster. The lunatic he’d had to fight on occasion wasn’t Osborn. That wasn’t Norman. Tony nibbled on his thumb as he watched; hoping Loki would change the tone of the interrogation.
"You should be. But that's not my decision to make." Loki told him. Even Loki had seen cell time for his crimes even when they knew he didn't have control in that time period. "He's all yours." Loki said to Fury as he exited out of the room.
“That’s it? You wanted to have a little chit-chat about whether or not he’s sorry?” Fury looked at Loki perplexed and slightly agitated. “You were supposed to get information that we could use out of him Loki.”
Tony sighed relieved as he stood in the bathroom and he sat on the edge of the tub. He felt happy, at least a little, that Loki hadn’t torn Norman’s mind to pieces as he was well known for. But why hadn’t he? Tony thought for a moment then looked at the other security feeds to get a better look at Loki. He seemed calm. A little too calm.
Guards entered the room and cuffed Osborn before taking him out to and placing him in a holding cell. He’d remain there until Fury decided what to do with him.
"He told the truth Fury. Whatever you want out of him you ask him but he cannot lie. Now if you'll excuse me I have to make sure my husband is alright." Loki left them and made a quick trip to the med bay to check on the doctor. Bruce was propped up in bed and wearing a gown.
"Doctor." Loki greeted.
"Hey Loki." Bruce smiled.
The god produced one of his salves and went to hand it to the man.
"I'm already taken care of." He stated.
"Very well Doctor. See you in a few days." Loki answered as he left the man just as Lizbeth was coming back.
Bruce sighed through his nose with a smile and relaxed back against his pillows. It was nice to get so much attention from everybody, especially when it wasn’t because of the Hulk. It was a nice reminder that they cared, not only for him, but for everyone as a family.
Tony nibbled on his lip as he thought. And since he thought better in the dull quiet of his lab, that’s where he was. He sat there thinking and trying to sort everything out in his mind. Why would Loki ask the questions he did? If the whole point was getting information out of him, then how did those questions help? Tony had a theory, but he didn’t want to jump ahead of himself. But what else made sense? Maybe Loki was trying to understand himself in a way. To see why Tony had forgiven him so quickly even when the others believed him so purely evil. Then Tony’s thoughts were pulled to young Harry Osborn. What if Loki was upset about the way Harry had been dragged into his father’s madness? It could have been anything. Tony shook his head and ran his hands over his face.
Lizbeth set the tray down in Bruce's lap. "I got you what I could." She smiled. "So I'm guessing that was the famous Loki?" She asked.
"Yup." Bruce answered.
"I kind of met Tony, not officially." She smiled.
"Don't worry. In a few days when everything has calmed down everyone will get together so you can meet them." Bruce smiled.
"Fenrir come on, we're going home." Loki called to his son.
The boy shifted again, ready to follow Loki from shield to the tower.
Reaching the balcony, Loki let them in. "Jarvis where's Anthony?"
“Mr. Stark is in the lab sir. He’s been there for quite some time now.”
Tony tinkered mindlessly with a few machines he had in the lab. An engine sat on one table, and several other odd looking devices sat elsewhere. They were all old projects that he’d started and never really finished. He wasn’t even sure what some of them were or where he’d put the notes for them. But that didn’t stop him from messing with them.
“JARVIS, what is this thing?” Tony held up something that looked like it was supposed to be a gauntlet of sorts. It certainly fit well.
“I’m not quite sure sir. You dropped that project.”
“Then let’s pick it up again. I think my suit could use a spare set of hands.” Tony sat there for a moment, thinking of what else he should make his suit do. There was already so much it did. Then he got it. The inventor darted between computers and pulled up different files before he got to work on the glove.
"Thank you Jarvis." Loki went to their bedroom changing his clothes first before going down to his husband. He watched Tony work for a few minutes before punching in the code and letting himself in.
"Anthony? Anthony, are you alright?"
The inventor didn’t hear Loki, but he felt the cold air coming off the god. He stopped his experiments and took off his safety goggles.
“Oh, when did you get back? JARVIS why didn’t you tell me he was back?” Tony frowned up at the ceiling as if it affected JARVIS then looked at Loki. “How did it go with Norman?” Tony tried to act as if he hadn’t been watching the interrogation and was, therefore, clueless. But when it came to lying, Loki was not only the expert, but the god of it.
"Sorry Sir." Jarvis cut in.
"Anthony you really need to learn to lie better." Loki shook his head. "He will survive. How much of it did you hear?" asked keeping his eyes off his husband and looking back over the work on the table.
Tony opened his mouth then pouted at Loki. He nibbled on his lower lip and sighed.
“All of it. I hacked the cameras in the interrogation room to hear what you two were talking about. I was just worried. I mean, the guy isn’t horrible. I didn’t want his mind to be torn into little pieces.” Tony had seen what Loki was capable of in the interrogation room. He’d seen that with Toki’s mother and several Hydra agents.
"Anthony his mind is already a mess. I just wanted to be sure he had no further intentions of going after you or the doctor." Loki explained hoping Tony remembered how ruthless Loki could be when it came to people he cared about.
"Whatever Shield does with him now is out of my hands but Anthony he will have a sentence. It may not be death but he will have one." Loki explained. "I'm sorry."
The inventor nodded though he didn’t like the news. But he knew this would happen. After everything Norman had done it wasn’t right to let the man go free just like that. Tony sighed and tapped the table he’d been sitting at before looking at Loki and smiling a bit.
“I’m glad you didn’t turn his mind into mush though. But why’d you ask such weird questions?”
"Because depending on how he answered I would have done what you didn't want me to do." Loki explained. "Now stop stress working and come eat something and then come to bed while everyone else is still sleeping."
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