Tony found himself once again lying in bed in a room full of his worried coworkers. He soon realized it wasn't him they were worried about, but rather the man who was also lying in a bed, the one that had been moved to the most secured prison cell on the planet. Six hundred feet beneath them, Loki was being treated by the SHIELD approved doctors, their every move followed by nineteen HD cameras which were being monitored by the same number of agents, who were also being monitored. The bit of information Fury kept from the men in the room involved magic-detecting devices which would, at even the smallest trace of it, seal the room entirely. The doctors eventually came to the conclusion that there was little they could do for the Asgardian, as his flesh barely responded to any of their treatments. Althrough he appreared to be in a state which would have killed a human, his body seemed to be healing itself fast enough for the bare eye to notice. Most of the doctors left, a few staying behind to regulate the additional hydration of the body, which seemed to help the healing.

Tony, on the other hand, after describing his experience from earlier that day, was met with strange looks and dismissive comments, which only further deepened his embarrassment over feeling such dispair. It was not until later that Thor explained to him that the feelings were caused by a spell which had been often used in times of war by warriors who were capable of practicing magic. Being weaker and less skilled when it came to fighting, they were more easily wounded. As they went into a healing trance, they made themselves invisible and used this spell, which would cause anyone with ill intent who approched them to feel helpless and dishearted, thus discouraging them from continuing their search and allowing other warriors to defeat them more easily.

Feeling somehow even more embarrassed than before, Tony deemed pouring himself a drink the most wise decision at that moment, and later deciding to replace the small glass with the bottle instead. Sitting uncharactheristically quietly in the corner of the room, he watched his friends discuss what the most appropriate course of action would be. Having nothing to contibute to the discussion, he concentrated on emptying the bottle of scotch as fast as possible. After hearing his spiritually-sounding speech involving rats in a maze, no one was too keen on hearing his thoughts either. His mind was blank, the occasional swing of the bottle on auto-pilot, as he stared at the floor. Had anyone been paying attention to him, they would have noticed when he suddenly stood up and slowly limped his way to the elevator, he himself not registering anything until the bottle was suddenly empty, and he found himself smoothly being transported underground. The door swished open, the two agents stepping aside when they saw the newcomer was Tony Stark. Looking past the worrying amount of weapons, he saw the occupied cage he himself built in the middle of the room. Half trying his intoxicate state not to show and half not really giving a shit, he determinately made his way to the transparent walls. He punched in the code, ignoring the worried comments coming from the agents near by and the camera's excitement as it zoomed in on his movements, the door opened smoothly and he walked inside, excusing the two doctors and all but pushing them out before closing and locking the door behind him. Not even glancing at the body, he began searching through the stack of medicine, holding a few up closer to his eyes then throwing it back into the stack, before deciding on one with a shrug. He turned around, stabbed a needle into the bottle, pulled it out and stabbed it into Loki's arm. The god's eyes shot open a second later.

»Over here, buddy,« Tony said, waving his hand in front of Loki's face. The pair of eyes that settled on him were unfocused and confused.

»Yeah, nice to see you again. Feeling better?« he asked, resting his hand on the other's arm. Loki's mouth opened slightly as he slowly blinked.

»Hey, tell you what. You start talking real soon or I start losing my shit, how's that sound, pal?« he said in a calm voice and discreetly tightened his grip. But Loki's eyes held little comprehension and he could feel his control slipping away, gradually increasing the pressure on the god's arm. He saw Fury yelling at the men who desperately attempted to open the door.

»Where am I?« he heard the hoarse voice whisper beneath him, and his mind was clouded by blind rage. The door slid open just as he began throwing punches at the god.