We begin our tale in a room shrouded by darkness. Two unconscious figures laid on the floor, unaware of their situation, one being the billionaire, the other, his less flamboyant companion. They were in the center of the room, which was not too large and not too small, just big enough to be considered a 'master bedroom' if it were to be in a house, which they certainly were not. The air was also neither hot nor cold, kind of what one would expect from a room such as this one. As the duo slowly awoke, the billionaire spoke.

"Goddamnit Bruce!"

The scientist turned to his companion.

"What did I do?" he asked, giving his friend a confused look.

"You're the one who got us into this mess in the first place!"

"Tony, that was you."

Tony sweatdropped as he frowned at Bruce, who glanced around the room, observing their surroundings.

"Tony, I'm going to go find the lightswitch."

Tony's expression conveyed Tony's thoughts of "Seriously, bro." Bruce rolled his eyes and lifted himself off of the floor.

The scientist brushed off his pants legs and tried to find his way over to the nearest wall, which hopefully had the switch to illuminate the room. Feeling along the smooth surface of the wall he had stumbled upon, Bruce's fingers ran over a switch-like texture. He flipped it, waiting briefly for the lights to turn on, but he had no such luck. He sighed and was about try again on a different wall when Tony's screams forced him turn back to his friend. Standing tall in front of him, was his greatest fear: Loki Laufeyson.