Loki was unconscious. A cut on his forehead was dripping blood down his face, and his cape was ripped and dirty. A pair of agents was holding him under the shoulders and set him down on Tony's workbench, shoving various contraptions out of the way as they did so.
'What the fuck!', blurted Tony. This was not what he wanted today. He just wanted to recover from a particularly nasty hangover, and now there was a fucking demigod in his house.
'This is what happens if you don't answer our calls', replied Fury. 'We caught him down in Washington and needed somewhere close to hold him.'
'Well why're you here?'
'This is the fucking AVENGERS TOWER, Tony. I lost a lot of good men today, so do not go bitching to me about this', said Fury, voice rising and eyes flashing. Tony looked away, not wanting to meet Fury's eyes.
'Well what do you want me to do?', he mumbled, not wanting to admit he was wrong - he is Tony Stark after all - but wanting to move on.
'Look at his magic. See if you can work out something to block it or something'
'What - permanently you mean?'
'If you can'. Fury pressed a finger to his communicator, nodding to an unseen message. 'We've set up a room for him. It should hold him if he regains his magic - for a short time anyway'.
'Wait - "regains"? What did you do?'
Fury didn't reply. Instead he strode out the door, signaling to the agents to bring Loki with him. Tony sank back into a chair. 'Jarvis. Coffee. Now.'
'It's already made, sir'. Tony walked over to the coffee machine where, sure enough, there was a delicious black coffee waiting for him. He cupped his hands around it as if drawing strength from the warmth and slumped into a chair.
'It's too early for this shit'
'It's two in the afternoon, sir. No one but you would consider that "early"', came Jarvis's slightly mocking voice.
'It's always too early for a homicidal demigod in your workshop, Jarvis', replied Tony, and a sharp edge to his voice signaled that Jarvis shouldn't reply. Tony sighed and took a long sip of coffee, not caring if it burnt his tongue.
'I can imagine that it would be. . . disturbing, sir'
'Shut up, Jarvis', said Tony wearily. He didn't want to admit that Jarvis was right. Didn't want to admit how unnerving it was to have Loki show up again, just when the nightmares were stopping, just when he was beginning to feel safe again. No one knew that of course, not even Pepper. 'I'm Tony fucking Stark', he whispered to himself, 'I'm Iron Man. I'm not scared of anything'.