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Agent Hill was waiting for Fury in the morgue. There were seven bodies, each with a jar of rose petals beside them. Fury looked over them, frowning. "It's been a while since I saw something that surprised me," he said quietly. "How?"

Hill shrugged slightly. "They were all found with their lungs full of petals. One got a few out between coughing up plant matter. Said he was being followed by something angry."

"Did he get any more specific?"

Hill shook her head. "Sir," she said, "I recognize some of these people. They're all cops who were honored for their actions in the Chitauri attack."

Fury's gaze went from the bodies to the agent. "You think this has to do with that? Loki should be trapped in Asgard."

"He still has followers, maybe," Hill said. "This has to have been magical."

Fury nodded.

"But it's not Loki's style," Hill continued.

Fury nodded again. "He likes to be in the spotlight."

"Huh," Hill mused. "He makes this seems covert."

***

Tony had returned to Stark tower. "Jarvis," he said, "look up the Doctor."

"Doctor of what?"

"Just the Doctor." Tony shrugged. "Add 'sonic screwdriver', 'police box', and 'conceited pacifist' to the search terms."

"I think I'll leave the last one out," Jarvis said.

A picture of the Doctor appeared on one of the computer screens, shaggy brown hair and wild brown eyes, looking like he was running. "Is this the man you're looking for?"

"Yep, that's him. As if we were in this very room."

"Well, they are a few other men with the as title as well. A British intelligence organization known as Torchwood and another called UNIT are mentioned."

"Find servers for them and get in," Tony said. "I want to know everythin there is to know about this guy. Also, look up death by rose petals."

"Is that a metal band sir?" Jarvis asked.

"No, that actually happened," Tony said. "They...drowned, apparently."

"That's unfortunate." There a pause, then a picture of a man lying in a morgue with a jar of rose petals beside him. "Recently in Cardiff, a man raving about about being followed by shadows drowned in that manner after being incarcerated for public intoxication. Potentially related, at the same time, a woman drowned in water, though there was none around."

Tony grunted. "So not Loki, then."

"How convenient."

He tapped the sonic screwdriver against his palm, thinking. "Is the Doctor often involved in this sort of thing?"

"There's mentions of him in relation to several disasters," Jarvis said. "But the general consensus is that he's on our side, not causing them."

"So he's a super hero," Tony said. "With time travel powers. That's new."

"SHIELD has several time travelers on their records, actually."

Tony narrowed his eyes. "Whatever." He fiddled with some spare parts, trying to get the sonic screwdriver to work.

"May I suggest you use this information to get him out of SHIELD's custody?"

Tony sighed. "I don't actually have any control over what they do with their time."

"He might be more favorable to showing you how to use that contraption if you help."

Tony paused. "I see what you did there." He buzzed the sonic screwdriver at screws a couple more times, then straightened up from his work. "Fine. I'll go get him out."