Tony Stark wasn't exactly the most punctual man on Earth, and for that Nick Fury was quite livid. The one day that Fury wanted the billionaire to be on time, he decided to go get cheeseburgers (or so Fury's Intel reported). If Fury had had hair, he swore he would have had gray hairs by now from the genius.

"Speak of the devil," Fury muttered then spoke louder as Tony sauntered in, "An hour late, Stark, really?"

In response, Tony merely tossed him a burger with that infernal smirk of his. Fury didn't even want to know how Stark knew his tastes though his stomach growled quietly in appreciation. He still was not happy at the tardy, because he was an impatient man.

"Now that you have graced us with your presence," He continued, his feathers still a little ruffled, "We are in need of your expertise, Stark."

"Because I'm just that awesome?" Stark grinned and chose to ignore the collective glares about the room.

Fury snorted, "Don't fool yourself, Stark, I just want you for the program you created to mimic Xavier's Cerebro to search for psychic activity."

Tony was suddenly most attentive, cheeseburger halfway to his mouth, "Why?"

"Intel has reported that there is a very strong psychic in the West, stronger than even Charles was. But we cannot pinpoint the person's location. We have a feeling that whoever it is does not even know of their own power, that it is hidden from them."

"So you need my handy device, since Xavier's was destroyed, to find who this is, and what? Recruit? Lock away?" Tony had no illusions that S.H.I.E.L.D would use this person as an experiment to poke and prod at.

"To train and possibly recruit, Stark," Fury growled, "We could use that talent for the upcoming battles."

Tony shrugged and walked off to his lab, wolfing down his food.

"Wait, Stark!" Fury barked, "I didn't finish."

Tony paused and turned his head towards Fury and the Avengers, "I'm listening."

"You will have help once you find the person. Someone who is as skilled as Charles in teaching, he will aid you in bringing the psychic in."

"Who?" Tony didn't like the knowing looks in his team's eyes.

"Loki."

Tony took a bite from his cheeseburger as his mind tried to process that bomb shell exploding in his mind.

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What Tony wouldn't give for a drink. If only Pepper hadn't poured out all his alcohol. Damn woman. They weren't even together anymore and she ran his life.

"When did that come about? That Mister-Brain-Full-Of-Cats was not in Asgard?" Tony asked, hearing Bruce snicker.

"I believe I can answer that for myself, Man of Iron," Tony whipped his head around to the location of the deep sultry (and irritated) voice to find him standing a few feet from him, his "heart" nearly exploding from surprise.

And there the God of Mischief himself stood, dressed in modern Midgard clothes. A forest green button up shirt snug on his chest with the sleeves rolled up (even THAT was elegant, Tony mused). Black slacks and shoes flattered his features and every bit of it looking tailored. His hair was still long and slightly curly, looking as soft as a raven's wing. The smirk that graced his lips was as infuriating as ever.

"It is a part of my punishment set upon me by the All-Father," Tony caught the disdain in his voice and the wince from the newly arrived Thor, "In penance for my crimes, I am to be the Avengers' servant until I have learned humility. If I step a toe off mark I will have my power stripped from me and forever banished to this horrid place."

Tony tried not to visibly relax at Loki mentioning his 'leash'. He nodded in acceptance, "Well, Princess, you best come with me so we can start," sarcasm was his way of dealing with shit he just did not want to deal with.

There was a collective snort from the Avengers at the pet name that was instantly cut off by the God of Mischief before he followed Tony out of the door.

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Here is the start of my attempt to write Avengers' Fanfiction. Constructive critics please. By my pretty floral headphones, if you flame me instead of being respectful, I will…well end you. :p Just kinda threw this together for the fun of it.

Currently listening to: Lost in Amsterdam by Parov Stelar.

I will also be saying this once and only once: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BUT MY OWN CHARACTERS! I tip my fedora to Stan Lee and the glorious Marvel.

This is also rated T for swearing, suggestions, and whatever else I plan to include. It might go up later, who knows? Also each chapter will be named after a song that may or may not have been going through my head when I wrote the chapters. Let me know if you recognize any of them. :P

Have a glorious day!