"That was … interesting," sighed Steve Rogers as he gingerly sat himself on his favourite brown leather couch in the Avengers Headquarters.

"Frost Giants are sly, cunning, and powerful. Those traits are evidently etched into my brother, regardless of his Asgardian upbringing. They are an advantage for him, but they are clearly not in our favour," sighed the mighty Thor as he set down Mjolnir.

"I'm going to need more arrows, Stark. Preferably ones that detonate or go on fire," observed Clint Barton as he checked his inventory. His only regret is that his other arrows aren't very effective on the Frost Giants.

"Hm? Yeah. Sure," mumbled Tony. His mind was not keeping up with his team members. Something was troubling his mind. He was still thinking about his fight with Loki; Tony obviously offended Loki. Offending and angering a powerful Norse god driven by hate, envy and passion was something only Tony Stark would do.

But this wasn't the only thing troubling him. Tony was aware of the fact that he offended Loki … however his comments were rathertoo offending now that he thought more about it. "Am I feeling guilty?" He shook his head. No, no way. He is Tony Stark, he doesn't feel guilt, especially towards their biggest and most powerful enemy that has caused so much havoc and chaos. But why –

"TONY," bellowed Odinson, startling Tony out of his thoughts. "You're unfocused, and your mind seems to be drifting. What troubles you?"

"Oh, no, nothing. Just … tired. You know, 'cause we just came back home after spending a lovely evening fighting your brother and his joyful army of icicles. Anyone up for a scotch?"

The other Avengers regarded Tony skeptically, but knew better than to probe. They're aware that something is bothering him, and as curious as they were, they've learned to leave the genius alone the hard way. Also, ever since the New York events with the Chitauri, he's been more prone to panic attacks.

"I'm heading to my room, get some rest," declared Agent Romanoff, adding that they should discuss everything tomorrow after a good-night's sleep. Clint and Steve followed the red-head's lead, while Bruce headed to his lab to get some work done before sleep. Soon, Tony found himself standing alone with only his third glass of scotch to keep him company.

"My comment was kind of unnecessary. I went too far. Great going, Tony, pushing a mad god's buttons and get him hate you even more. Great, wonderful work Tony. He lifted his glass to his lips and downed the rest of his drink. Guilty, though? Impossible. I do not feel guilty. At all. He had it coming."

"Jarvis. Lock my scotch cabinet. Enough for me."

"As you wish, sir."

Tony started heading to his room. It's been a long, tiring day melting giant ice people without getting frostbitten and trying to not get killed at the hands of the God of Mischief.

Also, this scotch seemed to be getting to his head faster than usual, since Tony couldn't stop thinking of Loki's body under his.