Standing beside Captain America and Black Widow, Fury frowns as they watch the feed on the large screens in front of them. Tony’s arms move around Loki’s narrow waist, hands smoothing out over the back of his suit and cloak. “I’ll be damned.”

This isn’t the Tony Stark he nor Widow have come to know. This vulnerable man, clinging to an enemy, looks almost human.

“This is going to be a problem. Get Rumlow in here as soon as he gets back from the tunnel crawl.” STRIKE hasn’t found anyone yet. It’s worrying.

Tony, though, soaks in the comfort. “Don’t hold this against me,” he tells Loki, “but I’m starting to see the appeal of this soulmate shit.”