AN: Hello eveyone, this is my first story and I hope you like it :D Here goes chapter 1!

It had been nearly six months since Tony Stark had nearly died saving the planet. He pulled that one a lot. Especially, when Fury was breathing down his neck. Stark found himself in the newly rebuilt Stark Tower. After it had been half destroyed by a crazed Norse God. He had kept the luminous plaque of his last name on the tower, much to the distaste of a number of the Avengers. Okay, all of them. Pepper hadn't complained, as long as her name was on the lease she was happy. Tony had avoided that topic repeatedly. He and Pepper were on the couch- him nursing a glass of alcohol while she disapproved. Their usual banter had been disturbed by an unusual crash outside. Stark dashed out, minus his suit as he was too curious (and/or reckless) to find the time to suit up. Pepper hung back, unsure of which dangerous foe had made an impromptu visit. Stark skidded to a halt as he took in the figure before him. Loki. The God of Mischief lay helpless on his roof. Seemingly lifeless. He tentatively strode over; prepared to make the necessary actions if the trickster was playing possum. He had not moved a fraction. Stark rolled him onto his back. It took more force than usual, as the God had made a Loki-shaped crater in his floor. Tony held back a gasp as he took in Loki's face. Bloodied, bruised and damaged. Loki managed to be paler, thinner and unhealthier then when Tony last saw him. He checked for a pulse. Loki was alive. Figured. Why was he here? Why was he at death's door? And why had he damaged Stark Tower again? "Tony, what's going on out there?" Pepper asked: it had been far too quiet.

"Looks like an old friend has dropped in without the courtesy to call first" Stark mocked. He wouldn't let the sympathy for this villain show. He began to lift Loki up or at least drag him inside. Pepper had now walked into view. "Is that Loki?" she gasped, rushing over.

"Yep" Tony said, his voice strained from Loki's surprisingly heavy weight. He put it down to his outrageous costume. At least he didn't have his helmet on this time. "Is he okay?" Pepper asked, helping Tony lift him in.

"He's alive" Stark replied. They eased Loki down on the sofa. Tony rubbed his forehead. He would have to call Fury or call in the Avengers or at the very least get another drink. "JARVIS, can you inform Fury of our situation. I'm sure he'd loved to know"

"Yes sir" the A.I replied, making the phone call, so Tony wouldn't have to deal with a Fury that would no doubt be living up to his name. "What are they going to do with him?" Pepper asked, looking over the worse for wear Loki.

"God knows, but the sooner he's behind a sheet of toughened glass the better" Stark replied. If they got Loki back in the cage, they could make a calm rational decision about what to do with him. Psh, calm and rational didn't really describe the Avengers-together at least.

Within an hour, the Avengers had been called in, Fury had become furious, Loki was in the cage, but unfortunately Stark was denied his drink. Bar the lack of alcohol, Stark was...about as happy as you could be in such a situation. Worryingly though, Loki was still unconscious. The Avengers were waiting anxiously outside the cage for Loki to wake. Memories of Loki on the helicarrier from last time resulted in painful déjà vu. Thor was not present, much to everyone's dismay. If anyone could have helped at this point it was Thor. Hawkeye signalled to the team that Loki twitched. No one else had seen it, but they didn't argue with the keen eyed archer. After a few moments Loki's hand visibly twitched to all. He was coming round. They all flexed for their weapons; their faith faltering at the strength of the cage. Without
warning Loki bolted into a sitting position. His eyes wide. Not crazed like they would have expected, but wide with fear and confusion. He half stood, backing away from them and then hitting into the cage with a 'dunk'. Loki stared around him, taking in his surroundings. It looked as if his eyes were permanently on the 'stare' setting. Unable to relax and glance around, instead shooting an intense gaze at whatever he stopped to look at. Then his eyes started to dart around, searching for something he didn't find. He stood shakily, attempting to get a better view. After being unable to find whatever it was he was searching for, he slumped back against the glass. His breath coming quickly. He wrapped his arm around his legs, bringing his knees up to meet his chin. Was he scared? "I don't like this. Sir, he's not well" Steve said to Fury, gesturing to the shaking God. They needed to calm him down, but since Thor was not available, they need a plan B. Fury spoke into his earpiece "Get agent Scott up here".

To be continued...