Summer Clouds

Mad-People

A/N: There's a reason I love Thursdays. Although, I'm slightly disappointed that May the fourth is gonna be a Saturday. Now I can't irritate the hell out of my uni teachers. Ne'ermind.

Tony's POV: 

Tony was up in his penthouse, watching Savannah. Not in a pervy way, mind. (Okay, just a little pervy, but...) He was watching her for her safety, he told himself, and it was a pretty justified reason. After all, the day before yesterday, he'd decided to check up on her, and hopefully see more of her drawings, but instead he'd been completely horrified by the scene in front of him.

Savannah was sitting on her bed, cross-legged, and holding a knife to her wrists. (A cleaver, really, but now who's being pedantic?) She'd most likely taken it from the kitchen drawers, and it looked as if she was contemplating suicide. Tony had remained frozen for a second, unable to move, as he watched someone do an unthinkable. But then her shoulders had sagged, and she appeared to deflate. Lifting the knife away, she hurled it viciously at the wall, where it was still embedded. He'd tried, unsuccessfully to remove it whilst she was out, presumably to buy more sketchbooks, but he had failed, even with his suit on.

So anyway, he was watching Savannah, purely to make sure that she wasn't about to put herself at risk again. Normally he had the sound off, feeling that audio was an unnecessitated breach of privacy. Then he quashed the whining voice at the back of his mind reminding him that it was a breach of her privacy, and telling him that Loki would not approve.He told the voice, rather harshly, that Loki was gone, now, and that it could go piss off.

Then, because he'd essentially told his conscience (he did have one, after all) to get lost, he had no qualms whatsoever about listening to Thor and Savannah's conversation. He was beginning to wish that he hadn't though.

 And now there's a permanent dark cloud hovering over my head, pissing on my face. So, yeah, Loki means a hell of a lot to me.

Do you care for my brother?

Far more than I fear is healthy, Thor.

Then come to Asgard with me.

Nope.

Not happening, like ever.

So he rushed downstairs, and started ranting and raving like a madman. Then Savannah realised that he'd been watching her, and her mood of apathetic depression disappeared, and she started ranting and raving like a madman too. Er... madwoman. And then Thor, who always got overexcited easily, began waving Mjolnir around like... like... like a madman. And started bellowing for someone called Heimdall. Savannah seemed to recognise the name, and calmed down a little. The name was vaguely familiar, but Tony couldn't place it. And, like a beam of golden light, it hit him. Actually, a beam of golden light did hit him, and when his eyes recovered from the sudden glare, Savannah and Thor were gone.

Shit.