Danny was thinking, again, about how he was going to do this, how he was going to get a good ending.
One of the most important things had happened, the meeting with Loki. He and Loki had spoke about how to deal with Stark's sure comments about Thor and Asgard. Loki had proposed a meeting with his daughter would plant some doubts in Stark's mind and thus would lead Stark to question Thor about what happened to Loki.
Danny had agreed but warned Loki to not hurt Stark in their conversation, Loki had, reluctantly agreed.
….
Then the time for Stark's fall came, Loki had placed a feather falling spell, and Danny had surrounded him with a thin sheet of ecto-energy to receive the impact damage.
When Stark landed, Danny withdrew his energy from said billionaire but Loki, just for laughs, turned his spell from a feather falling spell to a feather covering spell.
Now they have to wait for Stark ask Thor, then tell the rest of the team. Danny had not told Loki what to do next, because, he reasoned, the Avengers' decision is up to them. That was true but Danny had not told Loki further because then Loki would sulk with what to do next for at least the next half century.
…..
When the Avengers arrived to the school they were greeted by an African-American woman a size H chest, the smallest skirt in existence on her hips, big, black combat boots on her feet, with an expression uncanny to her husband's own on her face and with a bionic left arm. Her eyes were a rare lavender colour and with black, shoulder length hair that curled outwards at the ends. (Not like Loki's, much more visible curl.) The colour scheme of her clothes was a brown shirt, black jacket, black skirt and black boots. She was as tall as Thor as well, which visibly unnerved said god of thunder.
All in all she seemed to be the perfect match for Director Fury. Beautiful, badass looking and with some sort of handicap. Though judging from her fake arms movements, it was like a real arm to her.
"Why are you motherfuckers late, hmm?" She asked. Her voice was deep and sweet. The voice of death, Tony thought.
The Avengers looked at each other and swallowed at the same time. They would be lucky if they managed to get out alive.