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Tony was wiping the last glass when the door burst open. A man with wild, long black hair stood there, framed by the door. His hair was wet from the storm that was shaking the little French town. The man spoke with a sickening British accent, "A beer."
Tony's eyebrow rose, "Excuse me?"
Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the man's slight frame and the uniform he was wearing. Tony recognized him immediately. "A beer," the man said, stepping into the dim halo of candlelight that shone inside the small inn. "This is an inn, right?"
"The bar is closed because of the storm, monsieur Inspector." Tony spoke the last two words with exaggerated emphasis, almost with sarcasm.
"I'd watch my words if I were you. I haven't forgotten your face, you know." Tony looked at Loki with surprise. "You are the man that let Banner get away."
Tony rolled his eyes, "I didn't know who he was." He placed a beer in front of Loki. "Still chasing him?" he asked. Loki nodded. Tony pointed his finger at the Inspector, "Tell me when you find him. I still want my Natalya back."
Loki raised an eyebrow, "Wasn't her name Natasha?"
Tony bit his lip, "Yeah... I was just testing your memory, Inspector."
After finishing his beer, Loki asked Tony, "Do you have an empty room, monsieur Stark?"
Tony reached under the check-in counter and threw Loki a key. "Down that hallway, last door."
Loki started towards the hallway, but suddenly turned around. "Have you seen my pocket watch?" he asked.
"No idea," Tony lied. Loki shrugged and went to his room. When Tony heard the door lock click, he took out a golden pocket watch and started polishing it.
"'Monsieur Stark'," he muttered to himself. "That has a nice ring to it."