It was the middle of the night; Tony shouldn't have to deal with this. The one time he actually went to bed at a decent hour, he got woken up. He shot up in bed, looking around wildly, not quite sure what exactly had woke him up.
"JARVIS," Tony said to his AI. "What the hell is happening?"
"Sir, it seems to me that something has landed on the tower." Replied the melodic British voice.
Tony looked out the window in time to see a bright flash of light coming from outside. Swearing to himself, he jumped out of bed and told JARVIS to get his suit ready. In an instant, one of his suits, the Mark 7, was in front of him, opening up around his body. Since Pepper had left him, Tony had taken to keeping at least one of his Iron Man suits in a special case in his closet. She had never liked them being in the bedroom, but now that she was gone; he liked keeping them all over the tower. You know, just in case.
A window opened up, allowing Tony to fly out and up to his roof. Whatever he had expected, it wasn't this. Loki, the crazy God who had invaded New York and attempted to take over the planet, was standing on the roof, cursing the sky. Tony gently landed a few feet away, trying to suppress his giggles. He found it funny because, while there was no doubt in his mind that it was Loki, it didn't look like him.
Instead of the long, raven locks Tony remembered Loki having, there were short blonde curls. The eyes that had previously been a strong shade of green were now a light shade of blue-gray. Loki's features were also less sharp. His cheeks were a little fuller, his jaw line more rounded. They were only minor changes, but the overall effect made his face look softer. If that made any sense at all, which in Tony's head, it didn't.
Then Loki seemed to focus on Tony, realizing for the first time he was no longer alone. If it was possible, his expression became even madder. It was a bit bizarre to see this expression on Loki's 'new' face, since it looked like the type of face that should only hold smiles.
"You!" The Norse God snarled, diving for Tony's throat.
The billionaire sidestepped, roughly grabbing hold of Loki's arm. He heard a loud snap as Loki cried out in pain. It made him freeze. The snap had almost sounded like a bone breaking, but that couldn't be right. Loki was a God. He had been smashed into the floor by the Hulk, for Christ's sake! No way could his arm be broken.
But as he looked down at the arm in his grip, he realized he was dead wrong. There was no doubt in his mind that the arm was broken, he could practically see the bone sticking out of the skin. Tony immediately let go, and backed up a little, not quite sure what to do. Looking up at Loki, he realized he had to help, no matter how much his brain was shouting 'NO!' at him. Loki looked pale as fuck. His eyes were wide, and he was hyperventilating, obviously trying to ignore the pain. It didn't work because next thing he knew, Loki was falling face first onto the ground. Luckily, he was still close enough that he caught him before Loki got anymore injured from a face plant.
So, against his better judgment, Tony threw Loki over his shoulder, mindful of his broken arm, and flew back down to the tower.
"JARVIS, clear the medical ward."
"Yes, sir. I will notify the staff immediately." Said the AI in his helmet.
"Thanks, JARV. I've got work to do."