Bruce moved slowly over to Loki, wondering if the Asgardian was even still alive. He had seen torture in his years of traveling running from the Army, but never so close up, hot and fresh. He couldn't see the wounds they had inflicted, but he could smell blood strong on the air, hear Loki's struggling breaths. Maybe it was better he couldn't see - couldn't see that his own hands shook as he struggled himself to take it all in.

Torture, no matter the crime, was never something he could ever approve of, even on this man that had tried to kill them all and had killed so many. Torture wasn't justice, never would be. It was a crime itself.

"Loki?" Bruce said quietly, feeling the room spin. Whatever they had doused him with was powerful, too powerful, and it felt like lead in his veins.