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Tony was busy in his lab. By busy he meant watching Bruce toy with his little trinkets in the base floor of his R & D department. And by watch he meant torment. Currently Tony had a paper casing of a straw and was holding it next to Bruce's ear. Bruce somehow had the patience of a saint in his human form which only egged Tony on more.

Bruce swatted the casing from Tony and smiled, "food?"

"Yeah, whatever greenie," Tony sighed and rose from his chair. "Jarvis, the usual from Pizza Hut."

"Of course, sir." The voice answered.

"Breadsticks?" Bruce ventured.

"Make that a double, Jarvis." Tony called as they entered the elevator. He pushed the button to get to the penthouse. He could use a drink. Tony had recently decimated all of his suits, which suddenly freed up a lot of his time. This was also why Bruce was making more frequent visits. Bruce kept him busy, between actually being productive in his green energy campaign to teasing the poor man.

"I know that look," Bruce ventured.

Tony looked at him and shrugged.

"You're thinking about creating suits again," Bruce stated.

"I'm merely wondering if you could eat a nuclear bomb without dying," Tony smirked.

"I'd probably just toss it at someone," Bruce frowned.

"I'll cover it with syrup or something," Tony sat down on the couch.

Bruce frowned and crossed his arms. "It wouldn't be a bad idea, you know."

"I've told Pepper and I've told you-I'm done." Tony turned on the TV.

"Just because you removed the danger from your chest," Bruce waved his hand where the arc reactor used to reside, "doesn't mean you don't need to have the suit. We could probably use it….in case anything goes wrong."

"I don't need a suit." Tony frowned.

At that moment the TV shut off and Tony felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention. He glanced at Bruce who was staring straight behind Tony. Tony turned around, throwing an arm around the couch to get a good view of whatever Bruce was staring at.

Two men were standing behind him; two men who were dressed in golden armor that looked suspiciously like Thor's armor. The first was a regal looking man that had to be in his 60s with an eye patch over his right eye. The second was an extremely tall dark man with a golden helmet and bronze eyes. He was currently carrying something large on his shoulder, covered in what Tony could only assume to be a fur.

"Man of Iron?" The older man questioned.

Tony gave a short wave.

"We need to speak to your leader," The man told him.

Tony turned to look at Bruce who shrugged his shoulders, "Fury?" Tony looked back to both men but they said nothing.

"Better than Captain Spangles," Tony muttered. He pulled out his cell and dialed the number to reach Fury. At first he received no answer and rather than leave a voicemail he texted 'Emergency-pick up' and then dialed again.

"This better be important," Fury answered.

"I got two guys here looking for you," Tony told him as he stared at the two men. The taller one looked off in a direction and tilted his head as if listening.

"And that classifies as an emergency how?! Stark, I am up to my ass in trying to fix things down here!"

The taller man tapped the older man on the shoulder and whispered something.

Fury continued his rant, "If it's such an emergency then go build you a suit and take care of it, I don't have time to pop in there everytime-"

The older man waved his hand and Nick Fury appeared in front of them. "-you….." Director Fury blinked as he realized he was in a completely different place than he was moments before. He looked around and Tony waved with his cell phone.

"Thanks for popping in," Tony managed.

Director Fury turned to the two men. "Are you the leader of the so called 'Avengers'?" The white haired man asked.

"Who wants to know?" Fury eyed the two men. He pocketed his cell phone but left his hand at his side so that he could reach his gun if needed.

"I am Odin, the all-father and King of Asgard," Odin responded.

"Thor's Daddy," Tony nodded, that explained the armor.

"And you wished to speak to me?" Fury questioned. "Why not your son?"

"To find my son would be to make my presence known in this realm and I do not wish to do that. You will contact him after I have left to make sure that things go accordingly," Odin stated.

"What's so important that the King of Asgard comes here?" Fury asked, not keen on being a messenger.

"Long ago a prophecy was made of the creature known as Thanos. A terrible monster that was exiled into a hell dimension so that he would suffer the rest of his life. The prophecy stated that one day the creature would escape and lay fury to all around him." Odin paused. "The attack on Asgard today is testament that this prophecy is coming true."

"Attack?" Bruce blinked. "I would think that no one would be dumb enough to do that."

Odin tilted his head, "Asgard contains the other realms so that peace can be achieved. We generally do not receive an attack on our own soil. The attackers were imbued with strength uncommon to them and it is my belief that they will attack Midgard soon."
"Why here?" Fury tilted his head. "Didn't we get enough aliens last time?"
"It is believed that Thanos will emerge from the Hell dimension into Midgard. He will want his passing to run smoothly," Odin was growing weary of having to explain this to the mortal.

"So, you're here to warn us?" Tony tried.

"I bring help," Odin told him. "Thanos' strength is well-known and is greater than mine and Thor's. His sorcery is great as well and there are only two that outmatch him."

"I think those two just became our new best friends," Tony commented.

"The first is an Asgardian who will stay with me on Asgard and help to protect our own realm," Odin stated. "We wish not to move him so not to alert Thanos that we are aware to what he is up to. We must proceed with caution."

"And the second?" Fury frowned.

"The second," Odin sighed. "Is Loki, for whom which even Thanos is wary of."

"We've met," Fury bit out. "Sweet kid."

"I am pleased you think so," Odin smiled. Fury could barely contain a shiver, that smile reminded him of the God of Mischief himself. Odin nodded to Heimdall and the tall man took the fur over to the couch next to Tony. He placed it down so that the fur was underneath what was apparently a man. When he pulled back Tony was able to tell that underneath the blood and wounds was none other than Loki.

Director Fury stared at Loki's bloody body. "He's supposed to be dead."

"Loki has decided to conceal his existence from others, which may prove to be to our advantage." Odin continued. "Loki will stay here to attack Thanos whenever he first emerges."

"Here?" Fury nearly yelled. "Oh, I'm sorry but maybe you weren't aware that he is not exactly welcome in this 'realm'!"

Odin raised his brows and pursed his lips. "Loki has made up for his previous mistakes by protecting Asgard and preparing a counterattack. He will stay here."

"I refuse-"

"You refuse?" Odin cut in. "Do you think you have the power to refuse me?" Odin began to step toward Fury.

"Let me guess," Fury raised his head so he looked down on the king. "We're nothing but a bunch of ants to you."

Odin shook his head, "no… An ant would be a compliment."

"My lord," Heimdall cut in. Odin looked back to him. "We haven't much time."

"Ah, yes." Odin nodded. He walked away from Fury without a second glance and walked up to his son. "Heimdall, you will alert me the moment that my son awakens?"

"Yes, m'lord." Heimdall nodded.

Odin looked over to Fury who was glaring at him, "Or if anything should happen to him?"

"Yes, m'lord," Heimdall narrowed his eyes at the Director.

Odin pushed aside one of Loki's raven locks that had made it into his face. Loki's color was off but better than before. Before his tone had a blue hint to it and he had become cold. Odin would have thought him dead if he had never dealt with frost giants before. He looked at Loki's closed eyes and remembered the look that Loki had given him.

Odin had awoken to find a creature above his bed ready to strike. He had grabbed his sword and struck. Only after had he realized his son had been behind the creature. His son who had looked at him in confusion, and then betrayal. Odin had been aware of all that was happening around him, a gift of the Odin sleep, and knew that as much as Loki challenged him and claimed to hate him that it was a façade. Odin only hoped that this did not change it.

"M'lord?" Heimdall called.

Odin straightened up back into the stance of a king and turned. "It is time?"

"Yes, my lord." Heimdall nodded. "The Fury?"

Odin paused, "oh yes." He looked over to Fury and waved his hand and Fury was gone. Odin put his hand on Heimdall and then paused. "Man of Iron?"

Tony jerked his head up from looking at Loki, "huh?"

"Please relay to Loki that 'I did not see him'." Odin told him and then a moment later they were both gone.

Tony stared at where they were and then glanced down at Loki. Mostly dried blood ran along the edges of his face. There was a trail of dried blood that had gone over his eyebrow into his eye implying that Loki had been standing for some time after that particular cut. The blood around the face seemed to stem from four large wounds, as if a claw machine had grabbed him.

Tony remembered how the Chitauri were when they attacked and assumed that whatever had attacked had to be quite as vicious. He looked down and saw glistening on Loki's leather around his midsection. On closer inspection he saw that Loki's left arm had what looked like a tiger clawing all the way from his shoulder to his forearm.

"I'M ON THE HIGHWAY TO HELL!" Tony jerked and fell off the couch as his cell phone went off. He looked over to Bruce who was clutching his heart and was taking deep breaths.

Tony grabbed the cell, "yeah?"

"Romanoff and Barton are coming to you!" Fury's voice sounded.

"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!" Tony breathed heavily and looked at Bruce was taking more even breaths.

"I scared you? Oh, I'm sorry but I'm suddenly on a different continent without a good explanation." Fury yelled. "I explained the situation to Romanoff. They should be there in an hour. Luckily they weren't that far out."
"What about Thor?" Tony asked.

"Get him there. Patches made it clear we need to be discreet about this so I would suggest talking to Jane. She's not exactly fond of me or Coulson." Fury told him.

"You did steal her research," Tony picked himself up off the floor. He noted that the God had yet to move. Tony paused. He stared at the god and waited for his chest to rise. "So what happens if Loki dies?"

"I'm assuming Patches is going to give me the boot," Fury growled.

Tony edged closer and was able to make out slight movements of the god's chest. "He's not exactly breathing well."

"Not my fault," Fury stated. "Romanoff is going to keep Barton in line so that the dumbass isn't killed but that's all I'm offering." The line went silent and Tony sighed.

Bruce watched as Tony dialed a number from his phone. He glanced over to Loki and made his way over. He could hear Tony talking to Jane behind him. Bruce frowned. Loki was a mess. Blood was everywhere.

"Look, I can't tell you exactly what's going on. Just get Thor here when you can but don't let him know something is up…Trust me-he will be happy…it's an Avengers thing…..yes like a surprise party…..then bring them-I don't care." Tony ended the call.

"Tony?" Bruce frowned.

"What?" Tony looked over to Bruce.

"He's really hurt."

"Your point?" Tony sighed.

"I smashed him into the floor repeatedly, and he wasn't anywhere near this condition," Bruce told him.

Tony looked back over to the god, "what the hell are we up against?"

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