At the top of the list of things Tony hated was his father, next came magic and now Loki had made back into his top three. He had slipped down the list, since the failed world domination attempt due to the fact no one had seen or heard from him after he had completed his punishment on Asgard.
That was until he appeared on the top of the Avengers Tower, where unfortunately Tony was standing, glass of whiskey in hand enjoying a few moments of peace, before heading off to yet another Gala that Pepper insisted he attend.
"Stark, I had hoped to find Thor but you will do. In fact this could be of much greater amusement."
With that said a bolt of green light arched from Loki's hand to Tony's arc reactor. Tony staggered back, whiskey glass crashing to the deck. A sharp pain flared in his chest and his world went black.
Tony's gradual return to consciousness was marred by pounding in head, the strong smell of whiskey and the fact that he was lying in what appeared to be a puddle said whiskey. Pepper was going to kill him, as he had promised not to have more than two glasses of alcohol a day when he had to attend to Stark Industry business. Since their breakup a few months back he tried hard to not upset her and to do everything possible to make her job as CEO easier.
Gathering his arms and legs underneath him, he attempted to push himself up from the deck only to find that his limbs had a mind of their own and he found himself once more face down in the puddle of whiskey. Lifting his hand to wipe his face he was confronted not by his usual scarred and calloused hand but a fluffy brown paw with small claws peeping out from the fur.