The tip of the staff touched his chest where his heart is and he felt his mind losing control of himself. He still didn't open eyes, not wanting to see his last few moments of his free will staring at Loki. He felt something at the back of his mind, taking control and it felt so wrong.

It felt like another person was in his mind, pushing him into a corner and saying he wasn't needed anymore. That they were more capable than him to deciding what he should or shouldn't do and it just made him feel so sick and wrong. It wasn't alive, it didn't taunt him in any way, but it had something close to a living being that made him want to be sick.

With a last thought of this whole process feeling wrong and still trying to fight back, he felt the thing move his body to get up and dust off his outfit. Izaya then faced Loki and gave him a smile, like the God was everything he had ever wanted in the universe.

Which of course wasn't true.

He would not be a puppet for anyone and that included the God of Mischief.

So he continued to struggle against the thing that was keeping him from controlling his own body. It was stronger than him of course, but it couldn't focus on two tasks at the same time for over a long period of time. Izaya did want the Avengers to have some chance of keeping the world safe. 

He need to the world to be safe enough for him to mess with it.

A vehicle floated towards the edge of the building and the two of them got on. It felt like riding in a car and Izaya was mildly impressed even with being tapped in his own mind. Loki drove the vehicle towards the Stark tower planning to have some sort of confrontation with either the whole team or part of it.

Their journey was cut short a few feet from the tower when Clint shot an explosive arrow at them. Both Loki and him flew off from the vehicle and were falling. Feeling the air rush around him, he still struggled against the whatever was in his mind. Izaya wanted to be free in his last moments and was willing to push it with all his might.

There was air and suddenly he was being carried upwards. He didn't bother to look at who it was, Izaya grateful for being saved. When he was put down gently, the thing took one of his knives and shoved it into the person. When actually taking a look at whoever it was, all he was met with was Thor looked betrayed. A few moments later, the tall blond's face changed showing that he saw that Izaya was under Loki's control. I

It was at that moment he felt the control lessen in his mind and he took the bit of freedom he was given. Izaya's body started to crumble from the abuse  and fell onto Thor.

"I'm under control. Don't know why. Just get him and make sure he's beaten,' He quickly said, trying to make sure he wasn't going to black out,' As much as freedom is irrational sometimes, I like to at least control my own body."

Thor nodded and helped him somewhere in the building where the battle wasn't taking place. Izaya started to go stiff, his body screaming that he had to lay down and rest.

It was only a few feet to a soft surface when he felt whatever was controlling his body started to return. He could only get out a few pained sounds to warn Thor before he was pushed back in his mind. Izaya could only watch as the thing in his mind attacked Thor with another hidden knife. The tall blond tried to attack him without injuring him further, but it proves useless when he just kept getting back up.

The fight went on for a few minutes with Izaya finding every place where there wasn't armor on Thor and jabbing a knife in. Thor either barely felt the pain or was trained not to react to pain. Still Izaya went on, figuring the God would have to give out soon.

As he was about to stab again, there was the sound of heavy breathing. Twisting his head to the side, Izaya saw Steve looking a little beaten up with spots of blood and rubble on his face and uniform. He gave a smirk as he stabbed Thor once more before backing away from the two of them.

"Well I guess I was waiting for a party to happen. Figured it would happen later on." Izaya said with a casual tone. Holding his knife in front of him, the thing in his mind waited for whatever the two would throw at him.

Steve then threw his shield and it bounced from one wall to another where it would have hit Izaya if he didn't move. Swiftly he went to another part of the room, throwing a knife towards both blonds. Steve tried to get closer to him, still throwing the shield any chance he could.

Thor got sidetracked with Loki when the other God made a reappearance. The two of them left the building onto the balcony, with the both of them yelling about something that neither Izaya nor Steve understand. Letting the fight between the two brothers leave his mind Izaya felt himself throwing a knife at Steve, distracting the taller man from seeing what he would do next.

With Steve grabbing the knife out of midair, he didn't see the other knife when Izaya stuck it into his chest. Close to puncturing a lung, Steve saw the other man quickly back up.

Time to be a bit rough.

Steve then tried to do anything that would get him closer to Izaya. The raven was obviously under control and needed to be stopped before he injured someone other than the team.

It was when he got close enough and disarmed the raven was when he got the chance to knock him out. Using the shield, he made the move quick to the back of Izaya's head where it would knock him out. Going slack the raven fell to the floor, his head bouncing slightly when hitting the floor.

Steve took a few moments to gain back his breath and cheek his wound before kneeling close to the raven. Gently picking up Izaya in his arms he looked at the wound his shield caused when knocking him out. Wasn't too deep, but it definitely needed stitches. Blood was still falling out of the wound and it started to worry Steve that he was going to lose too much.

Quickly as he could without causing any further injury to the smaller man, he walked towards Tony. The man was talking to S.H.I.E.L.D agents that had made their way to the tower to check out what damage that the building had received. One of the agents saw Steve and who he was carrying and quickly assembled a few other agents at the scene to take Izaya somewhere to get treated.

Steve was left to wonder if Izaya would be fine and was dragged by an unknown agent to say a few words to the reporters and civilians that had started to swarm the building. He didn't remember much of what was asked of him or what he even said afterwards, worried about the raven. Tony saw the distress and somehow got him away from the crowd.

The both of them ended up in a hospital room where the raven was quietly asleep. The bandages had grown from earlier and the young man looked like he had held the world up with the way he looked in his sleep.

Still Steve stayed with him, even long after everyone else left.

Someone had to care for him after all.

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It was a day before Izaya woke up from what seemed like a long nap. There was a struggle to keep his eyes open before he gained some control and stayed awake. The lights in the room were dimmed and he quietly took in his surroundings.

Steve was sleeping in a chair beside his bed that looked uncomfortable, slumping forward slightly. The man was wearing his uniform that still had dust and blood on it from the battle. The memories of what happened came back to him and all he could do was sigh. It was an interesting situation he wanted no part of again.

Well except he might want to be on the Avengers again, even if it would only be for a consultant.

Shifting in his bed to become more comfortable, he saw Steve twitch in his sleep. It was only when Izaya delibriatly made noise as he moved into a different position did Steve wake up. The blond's eyes widen before realizing that Izaya wasn't in any way being controlled.

"Must be nice to be able to sleep like that Captain Rogers. Tell me your secret so I can have my fun." He said in a teasing tone. All Steve could do was give a soft laugh at the answer before going silent again.

"You probably won't see me again. Why are you here like an old friend?" Izaya asked, his voice quiet.

Steve stayed silent. All Izaya could come up with was the man was searching for an answer. After all Izaya Orihara was not known for making friends.

Clenching the bedsheets in his hands he asked Steve the question once more, wanting the answer.

It was quiet for a few moments before the blond answer him.

"I was just worried. That's what friends are for."

Quiet graced the room before Izaya showed a smile.

A smile worthy of someone who felt loved.

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That's the last chapter for this story. But don't worry I have a sequel in mind!

I already have the first chapter done for the sequel and will put it up when I have the chance.