Avengers Headquarter.

It was early, barely five in the morning. Tony walked lazily to the kitchen, tired from staying awake all night and working – this time on something utterly extraodinaire.

"'Morning Jarvis," he said as he opened the refrigerator. When he got no answer, he slightly rose his right eyebrow, but went back to the task at hand – finding something edible. He found an apple seconds later and grabbed it. Still no answer from Jarvis.

"Jarvis? Wake up sleepyhead." He took a bite of the apple, waiting for an answer. He put the apple down, walking to the center of the room. Jarvis still not answering him.

"… Jarvis, answer me, now."

So… Maybe Jarvis was broken? Tony couldn't believe that. Jarvis never broke down. Maybe… Tony spun around, just in time to see a green flash in the corner of the kitchen. A small laugther filled the darkened room.

"Ah, it's a shame you noticed me this early, mortal." A voice that could only belong to…

"Jarv-" Right. Jarvis wasn't answering him.

"Fancy, right? I did a few magic tricks and your fancy machines let me in, and shut it self down."

Well wasn't this amazing. The god of mischief had him exactly where he wanted him. Out of his armor, trapped in a dark room without the help of Jarvis. The god walked slowly towards him, and Tony backed two steps.

"Now, Mr Stark. Why don't we sit down, for a cup of … What is it you mortals call that awful beverage… Ah, coffee." He smiled, a big and what seemed like a glowing, loving smile. Tony knew better, though.

"Enough with the jibber jabber. What have you come for, Loki?" Tony said, voice loud.

"Just… A small talk." The god smiled once again, a suspicious glint in those green eyes.