Tony is shocked when he does something and the villains say thank you. No one's thanked him before.
This is a great prompt…and an incredible sad one. Thank you, darling!
“Here.” Tony throws the package a little harder than strictly necessary, not that it matters. These days everyone seems to have faster reflexes than normal people possess. Rumlow catches the bundle inches away from his face.
He doesn’t even bother with Loki, the demi-god will just magic anything wherever he damn well pleases. Also Tony is convinced that the guy is constantly surrounded by an invisible bubble that doesn’t let anything through without Loki’s conscious permission. He denies it of course but that doesn’t matter—it’s what Tony would do as well.
Madame HYDRA smiles pleasantly at him when it’s her turn, and Tony isn’t stupid. He knows that smile. He petulantly kicks her package into her general direction.
Sure, they all have to work together because in truth none of them want to be eliminated by Thanos. The enemy of your enemy and all that. Still, just because they have to work together doesn’t mean Tony has to like it. And he definitely doesn’t have to play nice. It’s not like there’s any Captain around to give him a disappointed glare—
Tony very determinedly stops that thought right in its tracks. The last thing he needs is to go down that road in front of witnesses, these people in particular.
“What’s this?” Rumlow asks curiously. He eyes the package like he expects it to come alive and try to eat him any second now—admittedly a tempting image.
But Tony can be an adult. And besides, it’s not like he’s got a lot of people lining up, willing to fight by his side these days. Allies have been in short supply since the breaking of the Avengers—the destruction and death caused by Thanos as a “warning” didn’t help matters.
“Stark’s not-yet-patented Survive The Apocalypse Caused By A Psychotic, Death-Obsessed Alien Kit,” Tony answers drolly.
“Huh.” Rumlow peers into the shapeless bag. “This could be…”, his voice trails of, and when he continues a moment later the word is laced with heavy implication, “useful.”
Tony smirks, cocky and challenging and deadly. “It’s designed to be,” he says in a voice that promises death and mayhem. Exactly the kind of thing his audience will go for.
Loki raises his brows, looking intrigued despite himself. “This has potential,” he admits, which is pretty much the highest compliment Tony has ever heard him give anyone.
Tony’s smirk widens but Loki isn’t done.
“Thank you, Stark,” he says, and for once his tone lacks the eternal sense of mocking Loki usually eludes. “Your aid will not be forgotten.”
It’s startling on so many levels, most importantly because Tony’s gut is telling him that Loki actually means it.
“My thanks as well,” Madame HYDRA chimes in. “When we survive this, I might just keep you.”
It should be a threat, but the self-assured way with which she says “when” instead of “if” displays a sense of optimism Tony appreciates. Or would if he wasn’t too stunned to process her words properly.
“Yeah,” Rumlow nods distractedly, still going through the contents of the bag, “what she said.”
He says the words like they’re easy, natural. They all do.
Tony—doesn’t know what to do with that. Luckily there’s a mad Titan to focus on instead.