A beam of glowing, bright light, the colour of the Californian sea shot, down and hit the ground with the force of a bullet. From within materialised a big, blonde-haired, muscular man. Captain America leant calmly on his vintage car, he'd seen this before but was by no stretch of the imagination was bored. The task he'd been set took his mind off… off… Stark. So the soldier stood to greet the warrior.

"Ah, greetings Captain. It is good to see you again." Thor held out a huge hand, which the Captain took readily.

"It's good to see you too, but I'm afraid that we need to get moving. Oh, and once we get to base you might have to answer some questions, you know, about how Loki escaped."

"Ah. My father, Odin, anticipated that. Don't worry, I shall answer all your questions." 'But I mustn't give you the truth.' Thought Thor.

"Well we better get moving." Said Steve Rogers, unaware that the corrosive conflict in his heart was mirrored in Thor's as well.

'What do I do when Loki and I meet before the Avengers? Why must he torture me? And why must I torture myself?'