Okay, so I said I was working on something… this was not it. No, this idea just jumped into my head and demanded to be written; thus, this. I couldn't bear to have to write another chapter fic week by week, so this story is completed, I'll just have to remember to upload the chapters… it has 8, just fyi, and they vary in length.

ALSO I DON'T OWN ANYTHING

I really do hope you like it, and so; we continue…

~~~~~PAGEBREAK~~~~~

They'd waited their hour, put up patiently with the utter absurdity of it all, but now they could go. Now they would go, and they would grab Tony and neutralise Loki in one swift motion…

~~~~~Going Back In Time~~~~~

He heard the thick bass as he rounded the corner, the deep sound immediately appealing to his senses. Instantly he knew where it originated, but that was mostly due to the huge line currently disappearing into the establishment as fast as it was created. He sauntered up to the door, knowing his status as a part of the elite team saving the world – The Avengers – would get him in as it had so many times, should the club refuse him entry in the first place. Practicing his accuracy skills when he was younger had really paid off.

…timepasses…

"Do you believe it?!" Clint screeched to his team mates the following day, which Tony found rather annoying as the sound was surely far too loud for this early in the morning.

"And you told them you were an Avenger?" he asked softly in reply, frankly not buying Clint's story.

"I didn't even have to!" he hushed back, movements frantic as he spread his arms wide in his obvious disbelief of the situation, "They knew who I was!" he spread his arms wide, "They knew! Who knows that sort of thing!" he pointed harshly towards his head indicating knowledge, "How the hell. Did they know. Who I was?" His eyes were wide and displayed utter confusion, "And they knew who I was, identified me, and then rejected me. They didn't let me in because I was an Avenger!"

"Clint, buddy, please," Tony started, really not caring.

"Tony. They didn't let me into a club. Me! An Avenger!"

"Maybe it's just one of those places," Natasha suggested, "I've heard there are quite a few clubs and stuff that don't let authority figures in unless they were called to the scene, to stop them from getting drunk on the job."

"But I wasn't on the job!" Clint argued.

"But there could have been a crisis, and then you would have been unable to help." Steve supplied, Bruce still engrossed in his paper and not really paying that much attention.

"What, are you saying we're not allowed to drink?"

"Woah, woah, woah! Wait up a second!" Tony cut in, suddenly more invested in the conversation, "No-one tells me whether I can or cannot drink!"

"Well then maybe you should tell that to the club owner!"

"I don't understand," Thor spoke up, "Why did you not simply enter?"

"Thor buddy, you can't just do that." Tony explained

"Why not? I am a prince of Asgard, I shall go where I will!"

"No, Thor. Not here okay. If you are told you can't go in; you can't go in. Unless there's a crime going on inside." Bruce finally spoke up.

"But it-"

"Thor, trust us on this buddy; if someone says no, you do not go in. Capiche?"

"What does this capiche entail?"

"Thor it just- never mind – do you understand what I meant?" Tony asked, rubbing a hand on his brow.

"I think, yes. I understand."

"Good. Clint maybe they were full."

"That's what I thought too! But then they were letting in girls-"

"They always do that."

"Shush, I know, let me finish. So then they started letting in guys and girls together and I thought; 'hey that's fine, keeping the ratio steady and not separating couples', but then they let in guys with guys and girls with girls and groups of people and just-! They were letting everyone else in man, I swear."

"Yeah, well, suck it up; maybe they're not a fan of hawkeye."

"You try and get in then! See how you feel when the great Tony Stark is turned away!"

"Yeah right! As if they'd turn me away!"

"Prove it!"

"Maybe I will!"

…timepasses…

"They didn't let me in! Can you believe it!" Tony cried, slamming files down on the counter top the next morning, "Me! Tony Stark! They said no, to me!"

"How does it feel, oh mighty one?" Clint teased.

"Shut it!" Tony snapped, flipping open the files violently, well really, it's only one file, and a very thin one, but hey, "I even tried to fricken buy my way in! But no!" he suddenly looked up to the rest of the team whom were watching his dramatics, "Tell me, how does one not take a bribe from one of the richest men on Earth! Because I swear, no matter how high I rose they would not let me in!" he turned back to the file, "It's not as though they could be worried about losing their job; I'd give 'em enough money to live on, but nooooo." It was silent for a moment before, "Jesus! I mean seriously! Where on Earth could you get security that loyal? Even S.H.I.E.L.D's security would sooner sell out than those guys!"

"Tony!" Pepper called as she walked into the room, and said man shushed her loudly. "I will not!" Pepper refused walking up and trying to snatch the folder out from under his arms, "Give it to me! Tony! Give it to me!"

"No!" Tony replied, holding onto it tightly, "NO! It's mine! HAH!" he cried jubilantly as the file left her hands and he dashed from the room with it in his arms. Pepper looked after him in disbelief before addressing the remainder of the team.

"Would someone mind telling me why he rang up our research division at twelve o'clock last night and demanded they found out all they could about some club or they'd lose their jobs?!" She ran her eyes over each of them.

"They didn't let him in." Natasha said by way of explanation.

"Oh no," Pepper sighed, "I was afraid that's what had happened." She massaged her temples.

"What do you mean?" Steve asked.

"Tony doesn't really go clubbing much anymore, but if there's somewhere he can't get in, well, he's gonna get in. He still wants to be 'in' on everything." She waited for the information to sink in, "He gets kind of obsessed." She extrapolated, "The last time was when we were still dating, and before that twice as long, back in early 2010."

"And what happened?"

"Well, the most recent ones weren't because he couldn't get in, just that he hadn't yet and didn't like that others had been before him. So he bought the clubs. Being denied access hasn't happened in, well, ever I don't think."

Tony spent the remainder of the day working over and over and over the file, trying to figure out everything about the club and, most importantly, how he could get it. It proved harder than initially thought as he wasn't even provided with a floor plan, and what the hell was with his research division if they couldn't even get him a floor plan?

He worked over his knowledge about the doormen as best as he could, trying to come to some sort of conclusion as to which entrance was more likely to grant him access to the club.

"No." he cried to himself, "The variables are too existential to be able to conclude anything correctly." And soon after that he left for the club, check-book in his pocket and ready to, hopefully, get in the damn club.

…timepasses…

He stood staring at the entrance to the club for a decent amount of time, wondering if his extensive disguise would grant him access. Looking in a mirror he himself could hardly tell who he was looking at, but each accessory was easily removable for once he got inside. Because he was getting inside, and he was getting inside tonight, not any other night, tonight!

He decided he'd go for the left entrance.

"Tony Stark." The bouncer declared as he walked up, causing Tony's immediate reaction of calling; "Fuck."

"Okay, let me play it straight for you buddy." He conceded, removing his disguise, "are you going to let me in?"

"I'm sorry Mr Stark, but I can't."

"Okay then, how much do you earn a night?" he asked, ready to pay his way in.

"$250 a night" he replied seriously and Tony almost blanched. It wasn't much to him, but $250? That was more than double an average bouncer wage! It only fuelled his desire to get inside.

"Okay, I'll pay you triple your weeks wage to let me in." The man didn't reply immediately and Tony knew instantly he was right for choosing the bouncer he hadn't seen yesterday, "That's $5250." He elaborated to try and sway him, "Right now."

"Alright," he bouncer stated with narrow eyes as Tony pulled out his check-book happily and rounded it up to five and a half grand.

"A little something for you." He said as he handed it over.

"If anyone asks," the bouncer stopped him with a large hand, "It wasn't me."

"Sure thing, buddy." Tony agreed, tapping his arm in finality before finally, finally, getting inside the club; his patience wasn't great.

As soon as he walked through the doors the music pounded his ears and he had the definite urge to dance along. But he didn't. Because he's cool.

Instead he chose to check out the place; something in here had to be noteworthy.

The hall he had entered in through the door opened up to an open bar space, not extremely large and rather dark compared to the bright coloured lights; mainly purples, coming from the dancefloor. The bar he was now at was all painted black, no doubt highlighting the allure of the dancefloor he would explore in a moment. The bar was on the right and to his left were a few seats that remained available in favour of the seats on the floor below. The only colour that seemed to be up here was the drinks being handed out.

In front of him and to the left of the room the wall opened up and six or so steps led down to the dancefloor which vibrated with life. The walls were a rich brown with cabinets on them, displaying an array of items he had no interest in, and the floor he could see (mainly around the stairs as people fought to become part of the crowd) was a checked white and purple. The roof too was purple, the lights up there shining in gold fittings. In the centre of the roof, however, was a large hole, surrounded by gold barred glass showing a second floor of patrons dancing. The second floor was like a large balcony that surrounded all sides and looked down upon the crowd below. He couldn't really see much of the second floor though, so he returned his attention to the one just below him. Along the back wall stood another bar, drenched in the warm brown and blending into the wall, accented with gold as was the rest of the room. Stairs could be seen beside the bar leading to the second floor, and beside that a corridor leading to amenities.

The last thing he observed, and probably a good thing too, otherwise he would have never looked around the area, was the DJ table.

It was on a raised platform, coloured in that same pinky-purple to about the patrons chest height, and above that the DJ table, about another waist height on top of the pink. In front of the DJ table and surrounding it on all sides of the square was glass, and this too was filled with objects of various size and shape, as though they'd been dropped between the space.

And standing behind the DJ table, blasting the beats out to the crowd, was the man of the hour. Or night as it may be. The man who's skills were making everyone in the room currently dance in sync and those outside shake with anticipation of entering. Of course, maybe he should say being as opposed to man, because there was no way he could mistake the male up there wearing green shutter shades and a way-too-large white shirt that, with being mostly unbuttoned, showed a heck of a lot of chest before being tucked messily into skin tight leather pants which disappeared behind the desk. The male continued to work away even as Tony made his astute observation with narrowed eyes.

Loki.

And immediately he didn't know what to do. Storm the trenches and just grab at him? But he was without his suit and there were a lot of civilians around. Shut down the club? Call the others? Not that they would be able to hear him over the music. He'd finally decided to text the Avengers when a sharp voice stole his attention.

"Why don't we take a seat, hm?" it insisted, steering him into one of the black leather stools with a grip on his arm this close to being threatening and just surprising enough that he allowed his phone to drop back into his pocket.

"Who are you?" he asked immediately as he focused on his feet to make sure he didn't trip into the stool.

"Angie," she replied, "I own the club." Tony finally looked up to her as she took the seat next to him and between himself and the dancefloor. She had blonde hair that fell in soft waves down past her shoulders and deep blue eyes that pierced his soul and made him feel as though he were the one in the wrong, and not the god in the middle of the floor. "Who let you in?"

"The left bouncer" he ratted out his in and she alerted someone to ensure the man was fired. "You do realise that's Loki out there, don't you? The same Loki that tried to take over the planet and destroyed half of Manhatten?" He asked with incredulity.

"I know its Loki, yes. As do all the people out there." She gestured widely to the two floors and all its occupants, "The same Loki? No."

"No?" he asked, "What do you mean no? There is only one God of Mischief and he is currently smack-bang in the middle of your club; I'm going to have to count that as a hazard issue."

"Look at him." Angie instructed after a pause with a hard sting in her voice and a strong look on her face, gripping his jaw and making him focus entirely on the deity. "Does he look like he would try and take over the world?"

"Well the fact is he did try and take over the world." He argued, eyes not leaving the entertainer.

"No," she insists, "Look at him." He focused on the God for a good long moment before replying.

"I'm not sure what you're getting at-"

"He's not that person dammit." She told him, "I've known him long enough to know he wouldn't do that. Ever. If you knew him, you'd know that too." She sighed as Tony gave her a look like she'd just grown another head, rightfully so, he thought. "Just wait, till the end of the night, please." He gave her a nod, mostly due to the sheer desperation she exuded and settled himself into the chair for the night. "You'll see." She promised as she too turned her eyes to the DJ.

They watched the entire night as the club went through a series of routines, different actions being called into play as time went on, all of them increasingly fascinating and odd. Angie didn't leave his side once, probably to make sure he didn't run off to call for backup, and continued to speak in Loki's favour.

Finally the night petered out and the occupants left the club, surprisingly without a single injury. And somehow, after all the odd things he'd seen during the night, watching Loki pick up a cloth and start to wipe over the surfaces, cleaning them, was the strangest thing. Angie grabbed his arm and led him down onto the dancefloor, now alight with normal globes and showing the grandeur of the room.

"Loki," Angie called as they approached the manic Norse, who was currently cleaning a table and facing the opposite way, "I have someone here who watched the show tonight." She announced as Loki straightened and turned with a pleasant 'yes?'

The smile instantly fell from the God's face as he saw the Avenger, and a small 'oh' of recognition left his mouth before he turned a sad gaze, still below green shutter-shades, to Angie with a soft 'sorry.' Before he sat down on the chair beside the cleaned table and looked dejectedly at the cloth in his hands. Angie walked away as Tony took the opposing seat.

"She's tough," he observed as he took the seat, looking over as the God twisted the cloth between his fingers.

"She's kind." Loki corrected, "If you are on her good side. She was displeased the last time I left, I wonder how she shall feel this time."

"Why, you going somewhere?" This seemed to take Loki completely off guard, his head snapping up to stare at the billionaire.

"What?" he asked quietly.

"Take off your glasses." He instructed and Loki complies, pulling off the shades with a slight flick of his head that ensures his hair stays out of his face. Loki put them down on the table and stared at Tony with confusion he's sure he's garnered. There is only one thing about the stare though that has him considering leaving the establishment without Loki in cuffs. "She was right."

"Huh?"

"Your eyes; they're green. They were most definitely blue when you threw me out of my window." Loki ducked his head in shame before lifting it with a suitably baffled expression.

"You believe her?"

"Well sure. It makes sense with all that Thor's told us about you. I think the question is why didn't you tell us?"

"You wouldn't have believed me." Loki said as though it was obvious.

"Well I'm believing you now."

"Only because she vouches for me." He countered, looking over to Angie who was watching them from the bar.

"Yeah, well…" a long pause, "How long have you been here?"

"Eleven years," Loki explained surprisingly, "Although I did skip one with the… invasion… so this would be my tenth year."

"Wow, really?"

Loki let out a soft laugh before his answering "yeah," as he looked across the dancefloor. At that moment Angie decided to join them again.

"Murray's been fired." She said, resting a comforting hand on Loki's shoulder.

"I don't really think such high security will be needed anymore; you'll have to hire a new bouncer." Loki spoke up to her.

"I'm more worried about finding a new DJ," she explained as she pulled the god to his feet before hugging him tightly around the waist, her small frame being cocooned by the trickster, "People were looking forward to your album release." Came the muffled voice from the face pressed against the god's chest.

"I have an album release every night," Loki chuckled to her, "They will have to be content without a record release."

"Wait, wait, wait," Tony cut in once he figured out exactly what was going on, "You'd come with me willingly?"

Loki uncoiled from the woman as he spoke, "Well yes. I must atone for my crimes, no?"

"I thought we established you were mind controlled?" Loki just looked confused, "So it wasn't your fault? You know, like Clint wasn't arrested because of what he did?"

"You're letting me stay?"

"Well yeah." The utter amazement that flooded Loki's face was worth the almost heart-attack he'd had coming through the door.

…timepasses…

"Did you get in?" Clint asked from the couch when Tony finally made his way out of his room the next morning; he'd gotten home close to 5am.

"Yup." Tony confirmed, grabbing at some food before turning and making his way to the elevator which would take him to his lab.

"Really? Anything interesting?" Clint plied, sitting up higher in the chair. Tony paused, contemplating, before he gave his answer.

"Nah."

~~~~~PAGEBREAK~~~~~

And there is the first chapter, please tell me what you think, because a very large part of me thinks its utter crap.

Okay.

Stay tuned and Stay awesome.