"Tony, go after Loki," panted the Black Widow as she blocked an incoming attack from a Frost Giant. "Hawk and I will deal with this bunch."
"Roger that, Widow," replied Tony as he melted a group of giants by a well-aimed shot of his repulsor beam blaster.
He took off, easily weaving through the buildings and attacking giants. He still couldn't comprehend all the mayhem in New York lately. First the Chitauri, and after their defeat these Frost Giants show up. Tony shook his head to clear his thoughts; his world was becoming weirder and weirder by the day.
"Jarvis. Have you located Loki?"
"Yes, sir. He is currently standing on the porch of the Stark tower."
Sure enough, there stood Loki, dressed in his black and green attire, clad in armour, and his golden helmet glistening in the sun. His luminous green eyes narrowed as he caught sight of the battered red and yellow suit approaching him, but made no sign of attack.
"I see you have quite the liking for my tower, Loki," remarked Tony as he gracefully landed in front of the Norse god. "Didn't get enough of it the last time the Hulk smashed you into my lovely, not to mention expensive, marble floors?"
"Man of Iron," said Loki, drawing out the words slowly. "My last attack was … rather reckless, I must admit. I wished to control a force that did not wish to be controlled," he stroked his scepter admiringly. "This won't be the case this time."
Tony was surprised as a sudden bolt of energy slammed into his chest, pushing him off his feet. "Straight to the point as always," he muttered. "How about we have that scotch instead of fighting, Loki?"
Loki gently declined the offer by hitting Tony with another well-aimed blast.
Tony, annoyed, rapidly got up on his feet and tried blasting at Loki from his palm repulsors, all of which Loki easily avoided.
Loki gave off a chill laugh. "You have got to do better than this, Stark, if you wish to harm me."
"Oh this is just the start", retorted Tony, flying straight at Loki, hoping to tackle the god. Loki was caught by surprise as the brightly coloured metallic capsule flew straight into him.
"Get off of me you imbecile," growled Loki menacingly. Tony couldn't help but chuckle at the pure annoyance in his enemy's voice, which further angered Loki. He slipped from under the iron suit and aimed a powerful magic blast at Tony, eyes radiating an unearthly green and gold, body radiating immense heat. Tony was thrust across the room, and through the walls of another two rooms until he was lying in a heap of rubble.
"Great," grumbled a disgruntled Tony. "Jarvis, how much power has the suit got."
"You are at 64% sir."
"Perfect."
He gingerly got up, getting all the rubble off of him, and walked through the holes back to the patiently waiting god. Tony positioned himself in front of Loki, making sure that his chest repulsor beam pointed straight at him.
"Jarvis, full power."
"Of course, sir," came the reply of the computer as a stream of hot white energy pummeled straight into his target, almost pushing him off the tower.
"I will destroy the Avengers, Stark" snarled the angered Loki. "This world shall be mine."
"Naturally. You're kicked out of your own world, so you decide to take over another. You only want to prove you're worthy ofsomething. Well guess what? You don't belong here, just as you didn't belong back in Asguard. You're an outcast, Loki," spit out Tony, making sure every word stung more than the one before it.
The displeasure and anger plainly showed on Loki's face, warping his face into one emerging from a nightmare. Just as he was preparing an attack on Tony, the Incredible Hulk appeared, letting out an immense roar.
"Hey Hulk!" yelled the genius, receiving a quizzical look from the green mutant. "Smash."
Hulk required no further goading and immediately set out to attack Loki.
Loki's features darkened further as he narrowly avoided the Hulk's fists, then aiming a blast that knocked the Hulk off the building. He turned his gaze to Tony.
"When we attack this pathetic world, you will be the first I kill. Slowly, and painfully. This is not over yet, Stark." And then he teleported away, calling his troops away as he went.
"Looking forward to it," mumbled the exhausted Avenger, wondering what he has gotten himself into.
