He settled back in his recliner. This was something that Tony had been putting off since that fateful day, but felt like he couldn't put it off any longer. Not sure why he was torturing himself like this. Steeling himself and with a firm grip on his Stark pad, "Jarvis, bring up the footage of the wine cellar."

Are you sure that is a wise decision, Sir?

"No." He huffed. "Just do it, J."

Very well.

The footage began with Amora stalking the pregnant, frightened god. Taunting him with threats to Tony, to his unborn child. She spoke of the horrible tortures she might just put his lover through. Maybe even raise his child as her own turning his spawn against him.

He watched as Loki slowly stood, gripping his stomach with one hand. The Ironman gauntlet on the other, he waited until Amora was distracted, shouts coming from above. Taking his opportunity when he had it, Loki fired the repulsor twice before making a dash for it. The attack slowed Amora down for a brief moment before she quickly recovered.

Her magic popping and crackling around her. Spitting and hissing her retribution at the powerless god, she threw three brilliant orbs of magic directly at him, taking him down in an instant. This seemed to shock the Enchantress, and then as realization struck she threw her head back in wicked laughter.

"You've lost your magic? Oh, this is too easy, Loki. You're not even making this a challenge for me." Sauntering towards him as he tried to pick himself up off the ground, reaching down she grabbed him by the back of his hair, hauling him to his feet. "I must say, it's quite disappointing." She tossed him into a wine wrack sending it and him crashing to the ground. "Get up you pitiful excuse for a god!" She snarled. "At least make this interesting for me!"

Loki could be heard whimpering as he tried in vain to protect his stomach from Amora's onslaught. After another powerful blast of magic, the witch crouched over him. Placing one knee on the arm that held the gauntlet, she grabbed at his other protective hand forcing it above his head. He managed to wrestle it free and strike out at her catching her in face bloodying her nose. Enraged, a blade appeared in her hand as she pinned it once again, stabbing his wrist into the ground anchoring it at an odd angle at his shoulder. A second blade pressed against Loki's throat silencing the god's cry.

Both panting hard, Amora gave him a twisted smile. Leaning down into his face, "Let's see what you are having, shall we?" She whispered. Her hand drifted to his abdomen and he struggled under her touch causing the blade to pierce the skin. Tiny rivets of blood trickled to mingle with the rest of the cuts and wine blooming around him.

Magic probed his skin. "A girl? What a shame she shall never take her first breath. Pity, no doubt she would have been exactly like you. It's for the best though to end her pathetic existence before it gets started." That's when Loki broke. He began begging and pleading for the life of his daughter. He offered her everything under the sun if she would just spare her life.

"I am expected to trust the god of lies? You want me to spare your daughter? After all that you have taken from me? Oh Loki, I only think it's fair. Don't you?" The witch brought the knife up above her head ready to stab him through and end his pregnancy when a blast from the gauntlet caught her in the face and a shield simultaneously caught her in the chest sending her flying backwards to the ground.

Steve rushed in and grabbed Loki up trying his damnedest to get the god to safety before Amora struck again. They didn't get far. Loki tried to drag himself off to the side as Rogers went toe to toe with the Enchantress.

Tony could honestly say that he had only seen Cap lose it a couple of times during their years as Avengers. Right now, Amora had touched on everything that offended Steve's all American golden boy values and he was seeing red, much as Tony was at watching the atrocity that befell his family. Even after losing the shield Steve never gave the witch a moment to recover. However, after about twenty minutes he was beginning to wear down and lose ground.

Tony notice Loki had begun turning blue and was hunched over as the fight got closer to where he was. He watched as the god picked up a broken wine bottle and clumsily got to his feet. There was a layer of frost that covered the ground around him. Steve stumbled backwards after Amora hit him with her magic, her back to the god. Taking a deep breath, Loki lurched forward and lodged the bottle in her shoulder, freezing the broken fragments, frost bite spread from the wound he inflicted across her shoulder and down her arm. Screaming in pain and distracted, Steve snatched up his shield slamming it into her side, the impact sending her careening into severely more racks before she disappeared in a flash of light.

The next image was of Steve scrambling to Loki's side peeling off his shirt and trying to stop the bleeding. Loki manages to catch Steve's hand as he works frantically trying to save the god. Tony couldn't hear the words but gaging by the Captain's reaction, he just told him he was in labor and had to deliver his child. Steve ran his bloody hands through his hair and asked, "What do I do?" He heard Sif calling for him in the background and told her to come quickly and to bring a blanket or a towel.

He tried to make the god as comfortable as he could giving their circumstances. Sif showed up minutes later a couple of towels in hand looking worse for wear herself. Handing the soldier the towels she cradled Loki's head in her hands positioning herself behind him. Stroking his hair lightly through a particularly strong contraction, she encouraged him to push. But Loki was simply too weak to do so. Steve looked absolutely horrified at the next words to come out of Loki's mouth. "Steven, I cannot push, my strength has left me. You must cut her out or she shall die." It was more of a breathy whimper.

Steve stammered for a minute and finally found his resolve. Picking up one of Amora's discarded knifes, he prepared himself for what he had to do. Loki took him through step by step, followed by, "Rogers, if you let my daughter die I will kill you."

Loki screamed horribly as Sif held his hands down. Steve, carefully as he could, extracted the baby. Her tiny cry rang out as she was brought into the world. Loki had passed out from the overwhelming pain and blood loss. Sif laid him on the ground and quickly took the baby and swaddled her as Steve tried to stem the blood flow.

"You have to take her to Asgard, she won't survive if you don't." Steve commanded as the goddess gazed down at the tiny babe in her arms. "Sif!" Snapping out her shock, she nodded turning quickly to where she came in and hurried to the bifrost sight.

Loki had yet to wake up. Steve lifted his head holding him in his arms. "Hey, come on Loki, wake up." He pressed his fingers to his neck picking up a weak pulse. "Stay with me, Loki. He'll be here soon…"

Tony shut off the screen. In a sudden rage he threw it against the far wall. The device shattering to pieces.