Summary: The Avengers are shorthanded and the team is falling apart. Tony hatches a plan and Rory could be the answer to their prayers, if a certain Norse God doesn’t get to her first. Choosing sides isn’t easy when the darkness is so appealing. Staying good is hard when you were born to be a monster. Eventual Loki/OC
That was it. That was fucking it. Tony let out a wild whoop, exalted after hours of careful consideration. He drew his hands against the holographic screen, emptying it of everything but his screensaver, and then swiped again, pulling up a web browser.
“Jarvis, call Fury and tell him that we need to talk.” He let out another mad giggle. Oh, he was brilliant. He was so, so brilliant.