June 07 2012, 10:12 AM
the avengers | cop drama au
A series of murders of influential people in different cities across the country is the reason why Colonel Nick Fury, a decorated ex-army man consulting for the FBI has assembled a team of skilled detectives to solve the murders and stop the killer before more deaths occur. The investigation takes a personal turn when the brother of one Detective Odinson is implicated in the murders.
A tense silence falls over the room, each man standing rigid for different reasons. The only sound heard is the clock ticking on the wall; menacing, oppressive. Counting down until the eventual blowup. It’s coming, they can all feel it.
For once Tony doesn’t toss out a careless, snarked comment—maybe he’s learning, or maybe he can tell how wound up tight Thor is and doesn’t feel like being punched in the face again like last time. Things are different this time. His eyes tear away from the various papers and threads pinned to the wall in front of them and he looks at Steve.
His gaze is already there, waiting for Tony as if he knew. It’s there in his eyes, the reprimand if Tony so much as dares says anything in the wrong direction.
Then they both shift to Thor. He looks like a wild tiger about to strike—everything about him speaks deadly except his eyes are wide with disbelief. This can’t be true. It just cannot be true.
“Odins—” Steve begins but immediately cuts himself off. It’s just the three of them, it’s after hours and they’re friends. This is something that requires a more delicate touch. “Thor,” he begins again, lifting a hand to place on his shoulder. “We have to—”
But he’s cut off, Thor’s hand coming up to smack him away. “No.”
“Don’t do this, Thor. It’s just going to be harder if you fight this. I know—”
“You don’t know. Neither of you do. He is my brother. He wouldn’t…” He doesn’t think he would, but he can’t say for certain. Thor doesn’t want to believe that Loki would, but…
“We have to turn this over to Fury, Thor.”
It’s not that Steve wants to do this, he can’t even begin to imagine what Thor must be thinking, feeling. But… he has a job to do. He pulls his cellphone out and begins to place a call to Fury. A hand covers his to stop him though.
This is insane, it’s wrong and he knows he shouldn’t do this. Steve starts to shake his head but he catches Tony’s eye. He just shrugs and gives him a look. “Why not? It’s not like Thoreal over here can hide from us.”
Steve looks back at Thor and sees it there in his eyes, the hurt, the upset and something bordering on pleading. He knows that somehow, someway he’s going to regret this. Detective work is no place for sentiment. But he already knows if he doesn’t allow this short window of time, Thor will do something brash all on his own and they can’t afford that. “Fine.” The phone is pocketed and he thrusts a finger at Thor. “Twenty-four hours and then I’m calling Fury.”
There’s no reply given but that pleading in Thor’s eyes is replaced by determination. He turns, grabs his jacket off the back of the chair and slams out the door, already knowing where he’s got to go.
“This was a mistake.”
“Nah.” Tony’s already at the computer, punching in things Steve can’t even begin to dream about and the picture on the screen flashes and changes to something all too familiar. “We’ll know right where Thor goes and can have agents waiting there. You know. Just in case he decides to do something stupid. Which he will.”
Steve slumps down into the seat beside Tony and rubs his eyes. “This was definitely a mistake.”
sorry this isn’t my writing tumblr but ahfaklsjdf i needed to get this out before i forgot. someone remind me to come back to this asap.