It was a normal day for the Avengers, it's been a year since the attack and all most of the damage was repaired. The Stark Tower became an unofficial SHIELD center, although the last few floors are private living space for the Avengers.
Today everyone is busy with something. Tony, in his workshop upgrading his suit. He wants to the blast to be stronger and with shorter waiting period. Bruce is with him but lost in his own work and experiment. On the floor below Clint and Natasha are sparing using a new battle technic that they have been studying. Rogers has been with Fury all morning. So that just leaves Thor and the big lug went back to Asgard to visit his family.
A laud crash broke the silence as the workshop door blasted into pieces, reviling a very breathless God. In his arms wrapped in his red cape an unconscious body.
"Thor, what the hell! You open the door you don't smash to the ground-" Tony's rant gets cut by Bruce. "Thor, is that Loki?" Tony turns to look at the head leaning on Thor's shoulder. Past the blue skin and horrid scares he makes out features of the God of mischief.
"What the hell happened to him?" Tony asked, his eyes not leaving Loki. "I will explain everything later Man of Iron but now I need your help." Thor spoke with a voice unlike his usual strong, confident and cheerful, Thor sounded panicked and worried, very worried.
"Yes, of course, follow me to the medical floor." Bruce lead Thor out the elevator, Tony not far behind. He try's to stay calm, the trail of dark red almost purple blood seeping down from the unconscious God sure didn't make it any easier.
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