The Doctor threw down the arm of a Cyberman onto the glass floor of his TARDIS. He heard the engine turn over and pilot away from Berlin, Germany. Apparently Cybermen really liked to annoy the Germans. The Last time Lord sighed as he slumped down into the seat next to the control panel, another failed mission at finding his Amelia. The Doctor let his head hand back as he glanced at the ceiling of the TARDIS. He closed his eyes, enjoying the peace for a few moments but it was cut off abruptly when something crashed into his TARDIS. The Doctor was thrown off of the seat and when he tried to stand he slipped as the TARDIS shook from side to side. The Doctor grabbed a handle on the edge of the console and pulled himself up, he ignored the pain of the scratches he had received earlier. The Doctor grabbed a lever that would stabilize the TARDIS and pulled it but as he did the TARDIS crashed into something, sending him flying across the console, only to bash his head against the railing.
The Doctor opened his eyes and managed to stand up as smoke-filled the TARDIS, he covered his mouth and nose with a rose-colored handkerchief and pushed his way to the door. He kicked open the door and stumbled out, only to be blasted back inside by a strong gust of wind. From the taste of the air the Doctor could tell he was on Earth in New York City, 2013 to be exact. He stood up, taking a lungful of the poisonous smoke sent a jolt of pain rippling through his body as he clambered his way to the door. His stomach flipped when he saw that he was at least, two hundred feet off of the ground with the back of the TARDIS facing the inside of the building he had crashed into.
The Doctor blinked, his vision was beginning to spin as the lack of clean oxygen took hold. But he managed to see through it, he backed back into the TARDIS console room, his fear of heights taking over. After all, he had died during his fourth regeneration by a fall lesser than the height he was at now. He coughed as he felt a copper-tasting liquid rise in his throat, until he felt blood leave a trail of crimson from the corner of his mouth.
"Well, it's definitely a police box." said a new voice as The Doctor saw a form hover outside of his ship's open doors, red and gold-plated armor "Now when I find the basket-case that wrecked a freaking box into my tower they'll be on fire for sure."
The Doctor blinked, eyes wide when the man's voice set in. The Doctor stumbled to the door, he could feel one heart falter in beating and then stop causing him to scream in pain as he hit the floor of the TARDIS. The man outside flew in through the open doors and said "Banner, there's a guy in here. I'll bring him in, I don't want a lawsuit."
The Time Lord felt metallic hands grab his arm and heft him over the shoulder of what appeared to be a man in a suit of iron armor. It took a second for realization to kick in when he remembered which tower he had crashed into in New York. Stark Tower, Avengers Tower, he had crashed into that very specific tower. The Doctor felt Iron Man, or who he hoped to be Tony Stark, fly him outside and through the open window above them. The last thing the Doctor saw before losing consciousness completely was a man, who he to be Bruce Banner, kneel down next to him on the floor.
"Two hearts?" Stark asked, a look of disbelief on his face as face Banner who was telling him of their very strange patient. "Oh you've got to be kidding me! What is he some alien?"
Banner raised an eyebrow and gestured to the floors above their heads "Tony, he just crashed a police box into your tower. I think he's an alien. Remember, Fury gave us a profile on an alien who traveled with a police box and how we needed to find him. Well, whatever alien tech you were messing with brought him here so you explain the whole 'Loki's back and we need your help to him'!"
Tony sighed as he glanced back to the medical unit he had set up earlier for their 'training sessions', the man was lying perfectly still as if dead but there was something that told him it would take a lot more to kill him. "Fine, I'll do it. Fury's on his way here anyway to give him an 'inspection'. So this'll be fun."
Banner smiled and he turned just in time to see the stranger sit up quickly, eyes wide in panic as he tried to find out where he was. Stark walked in through the door and when the man saw him he pulled out something that he wasn't sure of. The man pressed a button and tip lit up green, he appeared to scan Tony and then read what it said.
"Tony Stark eh?" The man said with a smirk as he swung his legs onto the floor, he stood up and crossed the room until he came face to face with Tony, who was debating whether this man was friend or foe "You're quite important in human history, a big evolution in earth to alien defense."
Stark nodded a look of confusion spreading across his face before saying "Okay then, well you crashed your box into my tower so that's that. Um, want a drink?"
"No, not really a fan of drinking." The man said with a shrug before turning away and straightening his bow tie. "Well, you know who I am Mr. Stark, I'd imagine your Director Fury told you about me eh? I always knew S.H.I.E.L.D had a tab on me but never expected them to go on it."
Tony nodded, he was just agreeing being the stranger was rambling on leaving him in the dust for understanding. Did time travel mess with your mind or something? Tony turned away towards a cupboard where he grabbed a glass and poured himself some liquor. He turned back towards the Doctor and sipped his drink before continuing,
"Well then Giraffe," Tony said, smiling at his newly given nickname "tell me about yourself. Fury said you're a pretty big...traveler? From the records I saw, you've gotten yourself into conflict...big time. So tell me, what have you seen exactly? And why is your head on the chopping block for some planet called 'Gallifrey'?"
The Doctor's head shot up, and he said flatly, voice ridden of all emotion "I'm the Doctor and Anthony...I've seen more bloodshed then you could believe...I've shed more blood than every war hero could have, a lot of it was innocent and completely my fault. That's why I'm a war criminal for Gallifrey...I'm the last of my species."
"Last of your species?" Tony asked with a roll of his eyes "Come on, people really believe a sob story?"
Tony never expected a reaction like he got, let alone prepared for one. In an instant he felt the Doctor's hand close around his throat in a vice-like grip causing the glass to fall from his hand and shatter against the tile floor. Tony's hand grabbed the Doctor's wrist, trying to pry the angered alien from his throat but the Doctor didn't let go. Tony saw stars dance before his vision before the Doctor said the next words. Tony remembered this...it was like Loki had his throat again but there was something more predatory this time...as if the Doctor was looking to shed blood.
"Don't you ever, ever accuse me of lying." The Doctor snarled coldly, eyes like ice as he throttled Tony more. "You hear me? You think I'm lying that everyone and everything I've ever loved is dead!? Well Stark, lucky for you Time Lords are telepathic so...have fun."
Tony's eyes widened when he felt memories that weren't his invade his conscious, flames tearing at ever inch of his eyesight and screams of the dying filled his ears. Loved ones dying alone in flames. And when the Doctor let go, Tony was hanging onto the counter top for dear life, heart racing when he felt the Doctor rip his conscious form his. Tony looked up and from the other side of the glass door he saw Banner look confused and horrified, a dangerous mix.
"How are you alive?" Tony breathed, his mind wandering to the memories that were already fading but he knew he'd remember them soon enough "If I were you, I'd have a noose around my neck soon enough!"
The Doctor gave a sad smile as he looked at the floor "Yeah, I'm a Time Lord, I don't die I regenerate. So trust me Stark...I've tried."
Suddenly Bruce came running in, a look of worry flashing across his face as he ran in "Tony! You aren't going to believe this! It's Loki's scepter!"
The Last Time Lord's eyes widened in surprised. That battle, the Battle of New York went down in history books in every aspect of Earth. Tony faced his friend and asked "Okay then what? What's happened to Reindeer Games' scepter?"
"You know how it reacts to surges of emotion or just different characters in general?" Banner asked, receiving a nod from Tony to continue on. "Well apparently, it's reacting to the Doctor's presence. We haven't seen these readings at all before. So Doctor, you're an alien, do you think you could tell us about the scepter?"
"Yeah," the Doctor said with a nod he gestured for them to lead the way "I can try...so lead the way."