You can be damn well sure I'll avenge them.

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Blast to the Past // CLOSED

[starkofthecreed]

“The enemy?” he repeated wearily as he stared at the man wide-eyed. The words ricocheted around in his mind like ballistic canon balls, but he listened intently nonetheless.

“Not an accident… coming after me… who are they? Please tell me! I promise to do as you say! Please help me avenge them!” Tony demanded, trying to fight back the tears.

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“I will, some day, but not right now,” Loki insisted. “This is for your own good, Anthony. Believe me, I’m your ally, probably the only one you’ll have in this war. Damn it! I’ve said too much and time is running out. Do you want the name, yes or no?

[starkofthecreed]

“Yes I want it!” Tony said firmly, staring right into the mysterious man’s face.

As the idea of knowing the culprit’s name festered in his mind, he came to realize soon that keeping the promise to him of not doing anything until it was okay would be a difficult task.

His parents wouldn’t be there in the morning to make him breakfast. No one would say good night to him from now on. He would be alone in the world with nothing but a name and promise.

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Blast to the Past // CLOSED

[starkofthecreed]

“Wh-what are you talking about?” the teen mumbled through a yawn. “They went to a show…”

The mysterious visitor’s last words hovered above his head. “Killed? By who? Why? Don’t leave… please!” Panic was beginning to set in then, and Tony questioned whether he was still dreaming or not.

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“I can’t stay, Anthony, I’m the enemy now,” Loki said quickly. He sat down next to Tony, gripping his shoulders. “Listen now, and listen closely. No matter what people tell you, what you read or hear, remember that this was not an accident. Someone wanted your parents dead. I’m telling you this because one day they may come after you. Now I have a name, the person who orchestrated all this. But if I give it to you, you have to swear to me that you will not go after him until I tell you it’s okay. Understand?”

[starkofthecreed]

"The enemy?" he repeated wearily as he stared at the man wide-eyed. The words ricocheted around in his mind like ballistic canon balls, but he listened intently nonetheless.

"Not an accident... coming after me... who are they? Please tell me! I promise to do as you say! Please help me avenge them!" Tony demanded, trying to fight back the tears.

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Blast to the Past // CLOSED

It was raining when it happened. The rain is what made Loki just a few seconds too late. He slipped on a branch and Mr. and Mrs. Stark were killed. He knew what the Templars would put in the papers, that it was an accident. There was nothing accidental about it. The entire thing was staged just to get two big threats out of the way.

He couldn’t save them, and it wasn’t from lack of trying. Howard died on impact. Loki figured good riddens to the traitor. He would have been executed anyway. But Maria, poor Maria, he tried to save her. She was barely clinging to life when he found her. She just made him promise one thing, to keep their son out of all this. She died right after he swore.

Now it was time to tell said son. Despite the promise, he was going to make sure this teenage boy knew the truth. What he did with it was his business.

Which is what led Loki to climbing swiftly up to the boy’s balcony. He got the door open and rushed over to the bed, shaking the boy awake.

“Anthony, wake up, this is important,” he hissed. He had made sure his hood was still up to shade his face from view. After all, he had no way of knowing how much Howard’s Templar ideals had infected him.

[starkofthecreed]

A sudden violent shake jolted the child out of his innocent dreams. The heavy drops of sad rain outside cast an eerie, sinister atmosphere over the dark room as Tony opened his eyes and rolled over.

He was frightened by the sudden appearance of a hooded man standing over him. His face face was completely hidden, and he was soaking wet.

“Wh-who are you?” he yawned, trying to focus on the stranger.

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“Who I am is of no importance, but you need to listen to me. I can’t stay long,” Loki said, the urgency clear in his voice. “In the morning, your butler is going to come in here and tell you that your parents are dead. That is true, but the circumstances are not. It wasn’t an accident. They were killed.”

[starkofthecreed]

"Wh-what are you talking about?" the teen mumbled through a yawn. "They went to a show..."

The mysterious visitor's last words hovered above his head. "Killed? By who? Why? Don't leave... please!" Panic was beginning to set in then, and Tony questioned whether he was still dreaming or not.

[thefirstassassinloki-blog]

Blast to the Past // CLOSED

It was raining when it happened. The rain is what made Loki just a few seconds too late. He slipped on a branch and Mr. and Mrs. Stark were killed. He knew what the Templars would put in the papers, that it was an accident. There was nothing accidental about it. The entire thing was staged just to get two big threats out of the way.

He couldn’t save them, and it wasn’t from lack of trying. Howard died on impact. Loki figured good riddens to the traitor. He would have been executed anyway. But Maria, poor Maria, he tried to save her. She was barely clinging to life when he found her. She just made him promise one thing, to keep their son out of all this. She died right after he swore.

Now it was time to tell said son. Despite the promise, he was going to make sure this teenage boy knew the truth. What he did with it was his business.

Which is what led Loki to climbing swiftly up to the boy’s balcony. He got the door open and rushed over to the bed, shaking the boy awake.

“Anthony, wake up, this is important,” he hissed. He had made sure his hood was still up to shade his face from view. After all, he had no way of knowing how much Howard’s Templar ideals had infected him.

[starkofthecreed]

A sudden violent shake jolted the child out of his innocent dreams. The heavy drops of sad rain outside cast an eerie, sinister atmosphere over the dark room as Tony opened his eyes and rolled over.

He was frightened by the sudden appearance of a hooded man standing over him. His face face was completely hidden, and he was soaking wet.

"Wh-who are you?" he yawned, trying to focus on the stranger.