I obviously own none of these characters.


Loki sat alone in his cell in Asgard. He hated the lowlife. Doing nothing, that's the one thing Loki cannot do. He tried to meditate, nope, he tried pacing, nada, heck, he even tried his hand at art, well, that was as least entertaining when the guards found out about it and had to move him to another cell whilst they attempted to clean the wall. Loki watched in meek amusement as they scrubbed the wall covered in Loki's own specialized paint formula.

He starred out the little, barred up window, wanting to be able to walk more than five feet without having to turn around and do it all over again, and again, and again. Then, he sat up straight; an old memory aroused itself from the deepest corners of his mind. He couldn't physically escape from these bars, Odin himself made sure of that. Loki remembered that he taught himself to dreamwalk when he was a little boy.

Dreamwalking gave an individual the power the access another's mind when they are sleeping, to be in their dream. It was very difficult to master. Loki used it sometimes on Thor when he confused about something Thor had done that day. The elder gods dreams contained little clues that Loki grew very good at piecing together. After so long, he wondered if he could still do it.

The full moon shone on his sunken face while he sat in the middle of the cold stone floor of the dark, dank cell, and closed his eyes. Who shall I visit tonight? Loki thought. His 'brother'? No. No way. He ticked off people with his fingers that just wouldn't work right now. The soldier, the scientist, the spy, and the archer.

That leaves one left. Perfect.

Here I come, man of iron.

~oOo~

Tony Stark sat alone in his tower. He had all the free rein inside here, but didn't feel at all free. Cooped up in here, most would be fine being locked up in Stark Tower, with all the stuff that he has. But Tony feels dead, he misses the excitement of living life, fighting. Fury told him not to leave the tower under any circumstances. And, naturally, Tony ignored those words until JARVIS told him why. Tony Stark is wanted in more countries than the number of girls he had hit on in the past. Ok, that might be a bit of an exaggeration. There aren't that many even countries in the entire world.

So now he stayed put like a good boy. He glanced at the clock. 10:45. He usually goes to bed later, but there was nothing to do, so entered his room, changed, and climbed into bed.

Tony was in a clearing in a forest. That's weird, I'm in a forest, I'm not supposed to leave, oh, it's a dream. I haven't a dream in months. The clearing was bright, full of grass and wildflowers. The surrounding forest was dark and mysterious; Tony sensed that there was something in there, watching him, waiting to attack. "Who's there? I-I know you're in there, show yourself!" He was getting panicked, he hated suspense.

From the dark, a figure peeled itself off of the shadows. It was clad with gold armor, green cape, and an evil, devil-grin. "Hello, Stark. Miss me?"


I apologize for the giant gap between this and my last post. Ive been working on a couple bigger stories, wanted to get those done. Ha, not even close on some of them. Me and my family are going on a vacation in a little more than a week and I really wanted to get something out there, even if its a tiny chapter. More will be posted soonish. Hopefully.