As the sound of kittens meowing filled the room once more T'Challa gave a heavy sigh. At least this time it didn't send him into a coughing fit though. That had to be a good sign, right?

"I must ask you. Again! Why aren't you in school? Is it common for American children to not care about their education?"

Peter glanced up from his phone. He'd made himself a swinging web chair in the corner of T'Challa's room and was amusing himself by watching funny cat videos til Tony or Bruce came back. He honestly wasn't trying to annoy the older man, he just loved cat videos. They were the best things on the net. The cat King wasn't amused though. He looked like he was ready to fight. He kept giving Peter angry looks and irritated puffs of air.

Honestly you'd think he'd be happy that he was alive right now. After his past few days of near death experiences. And cat videos were awesome! Maybe he just got a lot of cat jokes. Peter could only imagine some of the names Tony would probably call him. He'd created so many for Spiderman he'd lost count.

Peter glared back, "Why is everyone asking me that? I'll have you know I have the highest GPA in my class right now."

T'Challa scoffed, "Forgive me. I did not know your pre-schools even used a point system. I merely thought they taught you how to socialize politely with other humans. Have you learned that word yet? Polite. For example, It is polite not to try and decapitate someone! And not to constantly play cat sounds to a man who worships cats!"

Peter flicked a web at him, "For the thousandth time! It was an accident, you were moving to damn slow and that thing was heavy. It slipped! I caught it before it hit you, so just let it goooo!"

"My nose was touching the bottom of it!"

"It barely grazed you!"

T'Challa pointed at the tip of his nose, which was slightly red and a little swolen, "Does that look like a graze to you?"

"It's still in one piece isn't it?"

"You are an insufferable child!" he struggled to sit up in bed, he was damn tired of being in this room.

He was starting to feel hunger again and he could definitely use a shower. Now that he had some sense coming back he could smell himself, it wasn't pleaseant. How anyone could stand to be in close proximity to him was a mystery. He made it upright and set his feet to the floor. He wishes Tony would come back down, but he was busy dealing with Barnes. This whole trip had turned in to one big fiasco.

He'd love to spend more time with the man. After all the shit T'Challa had a hand in he was suprised Stark had even let him through his door. It just went to show you how truly generous Tony really was. He had planned on coming here to offer him a sincere apology for failing to help the man. To grovel for his appaling actions. For leaving him alone in a hostile environment, badly injured.

And if he was being honest with himself, he wanted to get to know the man on a more personal level. Maybe they could work to an easy friendship together, and maybe after that, maybe something more. Not just as two wealthy socialites or two humans who got their kicks wearing body armor. But just to regular people. He really got way off track here..

"ME! You're the one moaning about my cat videos and you're wearing Hello Kitty pajamas!"

T'Challa threw the closest thing he could grab, which turned out to be his portable oxygen, and heaved it at Peter.

He was feeling petty, he needed to get out of here. To do something to try and rectify what he could of his situation. He needed to go home, each passing moment Shuri was left alone with Rogers and Co. the more nervous he became. He knew she would be well guarded but he still had that foreboding feeling of doom in his gut.

Peter caught it easily, "Oh that's mature. And you say I'm the preschooler. Well, I may not be a super genius like you, but pretty sure you need this to breathe, dumbass!"

He hopped down and brought the little device back to him with a sneaky smirk. "Here kitty, kitty, kitty!" he taunted, "You want me to hang this from the ceiling for you? Does my little fuzzy wuzzy want to play!? You want some catnip kitty kitty?"

"Arrrrrhhhhh," T'Challa growled and leapt from his bed, sending Peter running around the room. He chased him for a few minutes before he gave up panting, he fell face first onto the bed.

"Uuugh, forget it, I surrender.." he muttered.

Peter grimaced, he hadn't meant to cause the man any more trouble. He was just having a bit of fun. "Here, put this back on. Tony will kill me if I let you get hurt.." he helped T'Challa roll over and fixed the canula to his nose.

"Oww!" T'Challa grabbed at Peters wrists, "I ask that you be more gentle, my nose is tender from my near decapitation!"

" . -!"

*thwip*

He was cut off as a web covered his mouth. Looking at his hands he saw that his shooters were gone. T'Challa grinned up at him cheekily, a web shooter attached to each hand

"These weren't as hard to aim as I thought. Ah, so quiet. I may keep these."

Peter ribbed off the web, "How? How did you even? I didn't even sense that.. How did you get them off!?" he shouted.

T'Challa scoffed again, "Obviously with my cat like reflexes."

Peter's mouth dropped, and here he was trying to be nice a minute ago, "Oh you son of a bitch!"

"I may be down right now little spider, but I am certainly not out. I am still a highly skilled fighter." He tossed the web shooters back, "You should be more observant of your surroundings, I took those right in front of your eyes and I'm half blind and you have a sixth sense."

Peter looked at them forlornly, "Was this another test?"

"Not really, but you need far more training if you intend to continue on this path."

"I've been saying that for weeks. Glad to hear someone else agrees with me. Hello, I'm Matt Murdock. And what, may I ask, is going on in here?" The newcomer came forward, his cane tapping the ground beneath him.

Peter perked up at the voice, happy to see his new friend and sometimes nightly sidekick. He helped pull the mans battered body out of a dumpster a few months ago, now Peter had taken to stalking him through Hells Kitchen most nights. Matt made a game of it, trying to see if he could throw Peter off his trail. So far he was winning but Peter was determined to catch him one night.

"Spiderman." He greeted Peter.

T'Challa eyed Peter in his suit, "Just how many people know of your.. After school activities?"

"Honestly I'm starting to lose count.." Peter deadpanned.

Matt extended his hand as he reached the bed, "You must be T'Challa. Nice to make your aquaintance. I'm Tony's new...Lawyer? Before you ask, yes, I do realize that I am blind."

"Pfffft!" Peter sputtered. "Please, you have better senses than I do and I'm the one with the superpower here. Ouch!" Matt wacked him with his cane.

"Likewise, Mr. Murdock." he shook the hand which had a remarkably firm grip. "I assure you that thought didn't even cross my mind. If you work for Anthony Stark you must be more capable than most. Though you don't sound to sure of your current job title, if I may say so."

T'Challa had a feeling there was more to this man than met his eye. Even though he was blind, T'Challa felt like he would be a violent force to tangle with.

"Heh, well Tony thinks because he put me on his payroll I'll fill the shoes for more than just his lawyer. I just had to face down dozens of reporters outside because of the incident earlier. I'm not PR, I'm not meant to be in front of the camera."

"Heh heh, well you sure as hell shouldnt be behind one or all people would see would be the dead air!" Peter laughed.

*whack*

"Youch! That hurts Murdock!"

"Keep talking then see what happens. I was just on my way to find Laura Barton to start on her divorce case. Friday said Tony was tied up and she refuses to relay my message or help me so I sought you out Pete."

Peter frowned, "That doesn't sound right. Friday always helps you. And you know the building was evacuated right? Didn't you see all those people outside when you Bruce Lee'd your way in here."

*whack whack*

Matt sighed, folding the cane, "I just need you to relay a message or I don't know, hack some files, whatever it is you do these days. Tony commented earlier that he'd pay me double if I handled the press for him. Like a total moron, I jokingly, I repeat, jokingly accepted. Friday didn't bother to tell him I was kidding so now I have an extra three million dollars in my account and she won't take it back!"

Peter choked, Aunt May only had a couple hundred in the bank. Peter didn't even an account yet.

"And you expect me to what? Hack his bank account and transfer it back?"

Matt paused dramatically, "Can you?"

"That is illegal, don't you dare," T'Challa warned him sternly.

"Hello, I'm not that stupid! You shouldn't have said you'd do it!" he looked at Matt.

"I was joking!"

"It doesn't matter! This is Tony you're talking about. He's like a big mothering teddy bear with people he cares about! Come on, I know you see it! With Pepper and Jim! Once he considers you his, that's it. I mean, two days ago he told me if he dies I take over Stark Industries ownership. Me, Murdock! I've only known him for a month, but he already sees me as his, and he takes care of what's his. It's the same with you!"

"The child does have a point, and if Friday refuses to help you and Tony already paid you, then I would advise just to take it. It is not like he is short on cash. Even if he was he has about 1.4 billion dollars worth of vibranium waiting in his workshop that is his to do as he pleases. He wouldn't have gave it to you if he truly didn't want you to have it." T'Challa told him.

"I don't want his money.. That's not why I'm here.." Matt stated.

"Well, that's not why I'm here either, but Tony seems to think buying me new cars and paying outrageous prices for my lawyer is the way to my heart. How do you think we can convince him otherwise."

Two women walked into the room, one with short dark hair and a slightly annoyed expression. The other was long and dark, curled stylishly around a pretty face, three kids following in her wake.

T'Challa's life came to a halt.. It couldn't be.. He squinted his eyes trying to get a better look, praying he was wrong. But no, these were the faces that haunted his dreams of death. These, these were the two women he kept seeing in his nightmares. The nameless faces he saw lying lifeless on the ground. The taller one with the short hair was wearing the same black and yellow armor she had been in his dreams.

Only now she wasn't staring at him from a pool of blood.

She huffed good naturedly, "Trust me, I have known Tony for years. It's best to just let him do what he wants. He'll likely forget he overpaid you in an hour anyway. Hi Matt!"

He nodded, "Van Dyne.."

She held out a hand to T'Challa, "Hi I'm Hope Van Dyne, you must be T'Challa."

He felt like he was sinking into quicksand. He took her hand, half afraid by touching her it would trigger some sort of premonition, "It is a pleasure Miss Van Dyne," was all he could manage.

The shorter woman spoke up. "Hi, I'm Laura Barton. Nice to meet you T'Challa. Tony talked about you all the way here yesterday," he could only nod. Oh Gods, this was Barton's wife! The woman lying dead with an arrow lodged in her chest was Barton's wife. Suddenly, his dreams made all the sense in the world.

The panthers that had been ripping his throat out every night for the past week were the Avengers.. The odd colors of the fur and eyes now obviously represented their owners..

And the big viscious one was Rogers..

Rogers, Romanoff, Barton, Maximoff and most likely Sam.. He didn't feel as though Scott was represented here because he seemed aloof from the group anyway. But in the most recent vision he had disappeared and a snake had taken it's place. What did that mean?

The snake meant someone. But who could Rogers have brought in with him? And where were they? He recalled Shuri's yelling at him earlier. She mentioned someone in the jungle. Was this who she meant? It couldn't be Barnes. He was no longer in Wakanda.

The only other person T'Challa even knew Rogers to be associated with was the woman in Europe. An Agent Carter. The same woman who had stolen his shield from the UN and gave it back to him so he could fight his way to freedom.

Shit...

And he had been to stupid to put it together. Bast had been known to bless certain charges with visions. To give them foresight into the future, as if to ward them away from impending disaster. To change their outcome.. It was considered a great blessing among his tribe.

And he had just ignored it. He felt sick..

She turned to Matt. "You must be Matthew. I hope it was okay to come up here. Friday gave us an all clear. I really don't want to reschedule, I want to get this over with as quickly as possible. Peter? Why aren't you in school?"

"Oh, come on!"

Matt laughed, "It's fine Miss Barton, Let's go down to the conference room and you can tell me exactly what your looking for in your divorce."

"Thank you.. Is it okay to bring the kids. They already know what's going on and I really don't want to keep anything from them."

"Yeah, Dad went freaking psycho and ran off with a hooker!" Cooper spat. Lila hummed in agreement.

"Cooper!" Laura scolded. "I never said hooker, sweetie. I believe I said cheap Russian whore."

"Sokovian, actually. Damn, we having a party in here. Why wasn't I invited?" Tony asked as he entered, a huge mug of coffee in his hand. He looked to Laura, "I take it Friday showed you some of the footage from Wakanda then?"

Laura hummed, "She did. It was very enlightening. True there's no actual evidence of him cheating but.. How else could you explain all this. He just left us. Left his kids. Me. Our home. And by watching him he didn't even seem to care. It looks like we never existed.."

Tony grimaced, he still couldn't believe the man would just up and leave like that. He wasn't even supposed to be there. He was retired. He was almost convinced they were all being mind controlled by Wanda but Scott and Sam had already cracked. Shuri said they were already waiting to go back to the states and face the consequences.

He looked around the room and frowned, "Pete, why are you not in class?"

"Urgh! Geez people, come on! If you're that concerned, some nutcase calling himself Rhino destroyed half the building yesterday. Since there were only a few days left in the school year the BOE just shut it down for the summer. Are you all satisfied now?! I'm free for the next two months! It was all over the news. Damn!"

*whack*

"Enough with the cane Murdock!"

Matt didn't bother to acknowledge him, he held out an arm. "Ms. Barton, if you will?"

"Absolutely, let's get this ball rolling. Kids, come on. Hope, it was nice to meet you, I'll see you tomorrow?"

Hope smiled, "I'll be here."

Laura gave Tony a kiss on the cheek and a hug as she left, "Thank you for this."

"You're welcome."

When she left with Matt in tow, Hope looked to Tony, "I got here as fast as I could. I was in a meeting when Friday sent out the alarm. Are you ok?"

"I am perfectly fine.. Somewhat fine. A little fine. I'm not severely injured, let's go with that," he looked at T'Challa who was very pale on the bed, staring out into the abyss. Quiet as a tomb.

"Kittycat here doesn't look so hot though. How bout you two clear out and give him some space. I don't think he's up for parties yet."

"Fine.." Peter pouted as he left, "Just kill all my fun, why don't ya.."

Hope frowned, looking at T'Challa's pale demeanor. The man had looked fine when they came into his room a moment ago. "Sure. I'll see you in the morning at the meeting?"

"Yep, Pepper will be here. She said the meeting with Everett went well. They are already moving the troops, but most of it will fall on us."

Hope let out a long breath, "I'd still feel better if we had more reinforcements. We're run dry here."

Tony sighed, " I know, but we can make it work. We just need the right strategy. We can't lose this time. We have to bring them in."

Hope nodded, "I look around, see if I can find some parties willing to sign the Accords. Better get to planning T. Three days to D-Day." She looked over, "Bye T'Challa, it was nice to meet you. I'll see you again soon."

She didn't get a response. Hope looked at Tony worriedly, he merely shrugged and Hope left. The man had fallen into a sullen mood. There had been so many mood swings in this tower lately, this must be what Britney felt like when she had her meltdown.

Tony sat down on the bed close beside him. He gave a friendly bump, T'Challa looked at him, eyes full of worry.

"You ok kitty? You look like you seen a ghost."

"More than you might imagine.." he mumbled.

"Huh?"

T'Challa stared at the tiles beneath his feet, "I know those women.. Well, I should clarify that, not actually know, I've never spoken to them before today but this is not the first time I have seen them.. Nor the second, and more than likely it wont be the third.. "

Tony took a sip, he had a feeling this was about to move into some deeper territory. Probably some weird revalation that would blow a normal man's mind, but he'd seen and done so much weird shit nothing could suprise him anymore.

"Care to elaborate kitty. Cause I am failing to make a connection here.."

So T'Challa told him, told him of the dreams, now convinced they were visions from Bast, how they started before he left his home. How at the beginning it was just him, speaking to his father, receiving his warning but not fully understanding until today. He told him of being mauled by a group of viscious panthers, ones that he was now sure were the Avengers.

He told him of how the visions changed, about everyone lying dead or dying before him.

Rhodes and Vision, Nakia and Okoye..Shuri..

About seeing the faces he now knew were Hope and Laura, about the man with bright green eyes he still hadn't met but he was sure he would. He told him of the snake that had been hiding behind him and how it slithered down his throat. How the pain in his chest had felt so real.

Now, Tony had never in his life been a religious man, but latley he was far more inclined to believe in every sort of religion out there. He supposed it was because he had actually met an honest to god God. One that had been worshipped long ago. It had really broadened his horizons.

Thor had told him that all the Gods really existed in one form or another, that he had met more than a few himself. Some had a flesh and blood image, some merely appeared as a spirit form and some, Loki being an example, could change their form into anything they wanted.

Male, female, creepy ghost form, animal. Hell they could probably even be a lamp. There could be one in the room with them right now. And well if Thor existed then Bast could indeed exist too.

So if T'Challa had convinced himself that these dreams he kept having were indeed like premonitions of a sort from his cat God, Tony sure as Hell wasn't going to correct him. If anything he was listening even more closely.

"Where am I during all this? I'm supposed to be running this freakshow now. Where the hell am I" Tony asked, confused as to why he was nowhere to be found.

"I know not, the only thing that stays the same is the rage of the panthers. Well except for the brown one disappearing the last time. I think it may represent Sam.."

Tony agreed, "Yeah, Shuri said he and Scott are singing a different song now. They're waiting for their extradition already. We're going to bring them back Friday, hopefully with the rest of them."

" I am suprised you are not simply dismissing my vision as craziness."

Tony laughed , "Well, I have seen alot of crazy shit in my days, so if you say they're visions, then I believe you."

"Thank you," T'Challa whispered.

"Anytime kitty, anytime. Now you want to tell me if those other crates in my shop are full of vibranium or am I hopefully projecting things?"

T'Challa smiled, "Shuri must really like you. Those chests hold about a hundred pounds each of unaltered vibranium. Fresh from the mines. For either of us to even think with parting with that much is usually unthinkable. You have truly earned her favor, I wouldn't be suprised if more is coming.."

"Jesus, I haven't done anything to deserve that much! Hell I don't deserve any! That's..That's over a billion dollars..I can't..It's to much."

"Shuri doesn't think so. It's yours to enjoy, to do as you please. Sell it or use it, but do not refuse her gift. I can guarentee that will end badly for you. She is a force of nature like you have never seen.."

"But.."

"Just let it be. You can question her about it in a few days if you are so worried.. But it still wont change her mind."

Tony sighed, "Fine, fine! Oh shit. Before I forget, here ya go!" Tony pulled the offending 'glasses' from his pocket and tossed it to T'Challa. "I just want to point out I had no hand in the creation of these monsters.."

T'Challa held them up to study, "Are these-"

"Goggles! I told Bruce they were goggles! You totally don't have to wear those. I will come up with something much better! Jesus! What are my R&D techs doing up there?"

T'Challa just laughed, "Well, I was going to ask if these were those lenses that athletes wear. Now I can see they are. They are definitely not goggles. They are to small. Though I would not mind them being a bit more streamlined. Maybe some frameless lenses instead of the black."

He slipped them on, "Oh Gods.. Thank you! This is much better. I can actually see, everything is not a colorful blur now.. Thank you Tony."

Well how bout that, Tony thought. Those goggles look pretty hot on him.

He felt his face heat up some. He turned away hoping T'Challa wouldn't see the blush. Tony coughed, clearing his throat.

"I still say they're goggles.. Thank Bruce, he was the one who thought about it. Maybe eventually your eyes might improve enough to do surgery and you wont need those."

"The doctors are very sure that will not happen.."

"Eh, I'm optimistic!" he gave him a friendly bump. They were quiet for a few minutes as T'Challa looked around, taking everything in. Then he closed his eyes and took a few deep breathes. When he opened them, they looked pained.

"Tony?"

"Yes dear?"

"I smell.."

Tony cocked a brow, "Wellll, I didn't want to say anything. You know, you being bedridden and all. But yeah, you kinda do..."

T'Challa slapped his arm, "I am not bedridden! I am merely not currently functioning on a full nine lives.."

Tony gave him a bland stare, "Can you walk?"

"With assistance, yes."

"See, bedridden."

T'Challa was not amused and tried to stand himself up from the bed.

"Jeez! I'm just playing with you, alright?" Tony shot up to help him.

"I have never tolerated illness well. I was always a terrible patient when I was a child. I just wish to get out of this room and preferably, shower. A bath would be even more preferable, but I will take what I can get at this point. I will crawl my way to a shower if I have to."

Tony threw his arm around him for support, "Well, if you insist upon it, come on then. Let's get you out of here. You're lucky you're with me. I am a man who will make your dreams come true," he promised as he helped T'Challa walk out of the room. "I hope Bruce doesn't kill me for this.."

"Where are we going? There was a shower in the room." he placed his free hand on the wall for extra support.

"True, but you're going nuts in there and you said a bath would be better. Not gonna lie, it might take two or three before you smell normal again."

"Ass.."

"We're going to the penthouse. This is an awesome opportunity to show off my amazing new bathroom. You'll love it, I promise. And I have more soap. That rinky-dink crap in the medbay is no match for your current level of hobo BO."

"When I feel better I may kill you.." T'Challa deadpanned as they boarded the elevator. Friday whisking them away to the top floor. Tony would have liked to try it with his new skills, but he didn't want to violate Friday that way without her consent. She had a tendency to get crabby and her paybacks could get nasty.

"Many have tried, all have failed," he laughed as they entered his floor. "Barnes is up here so we need to be quiet. Can you get up those steps?"

T'Challa eyed them warily, "They do not look very promising at the moment," he sighed.

"Oh good! Not a prob, then! Friday, start the bath please."

He scooped T'Challa up much as he had with Barnes earlier. It should be pretty easy to make it upstairs with him. The man was far lighter than James had been.

T'Challa squawked at his abrupt flight from the floor, his arms went automatically around Tony's neck. He gawked, eyes wide at Tony as he carried him effortlessly to the top floor and into the massive master bath. He set him back on his feet beside the raised wall of the tub, where T'Challa sat down on his ass and gathered up a few towels and toiletries.

The huge tub was already nearly full of hot steamy water and bubbles that smelled of sandalwood. He loved the smell of sandalwood. It was what he used back home. He closed his eyes as he waited for Tony to finish what he was doing and nearly fell asleep. He felt himself sway forward and jerked awake just as Tony stopped his near fall on his face.

"Easy kitty, I know you're still weak but I don't need you face planting onto my tiles. Bruce will smash me."

"Hmm, this oxygen pack might be a problem. I don't know if it's waterproof."

"Take it off, my breathing is getting better. I should not need it while bathing. I will put it back on after if I need it," T'Challa told him.

Tony unhooked the canula from around his nose and removed the little case attached to his arm. It was one of Bruce's designs for SI. The case converted the carbon dioxide in the air into oxygen directly inside the little box. It never need refilling, it was all internal. The box could be attached with straps to any part of the upper body.

Tony was hoping to get it mass produced to people who needed oxygen by next year.

"Alright, strip!"

T'Challa raised a brow, his brown eyes shining with jest, "I am truly sorry Tony, but I do not take my clothes off for just anyone. You haven't even bought me dinner. What kind of example would I be giving our youth if I let anyone see me naked."

Tony didn't even blink, "Friday order food! There dinners on the way, you want a movie too cause I have something way better. Friday light it up please! Give it the works this time!"

"My pleasure Boss!" his lovely AI stated as the room fell into darkness and millions of tiny stars glowed into life. This time it wasn't just the ceiling. The walls, the floor, even the cabinetry glowed with starlight. All of them blending seamlessly to give the appearance as if they were floating in outer space.

"Astounding.." T'Challa looked at his feet. It honestly looked as though he could see down through the stars, like he was floating.

He laughed in wonder, then thought about his last shower before he left home and laughed more.

"The morning I left," he told Tony, "I was in my shower. I created my own personal heaven with watertight LED tiles that could portray any image you wanted. At the time I wondered if anyone else in the world had anything like it, and I thought that you probably would. The last one I used was Machu Picchu, but this.. This is much better than mine."

"Are we comparing shower sizes now? Is mine bigger? Are you impressed?"

"Throughly!"

"Good! Now I've bought you dinner and a movie, now you can strip!" Tony grinned.

T'Challa batted his lashes behind his glasses, "I still feel so very weak. I feel as though I can not undress myself. I believe I require your assistance."

"Are you being flirty? You are so being flirty! Are you sure you can handle all this awesome?" Tony laughed, but he stepped forward to help him undress. "Arms up Kitty."

Tony helped him remove his shirt and pants, trying not to give any long looks down south as there was nothing under those Hello Kitty scrubs. But the glimpses he got were 'massively' impressive.

He helped T'Challa into the tub and just waited by the side as the young King relaxed. He did a little work on a tablet til Friday said his food was here. "You're not going to drown if I go pick it up are you?"

T'Challa hummed, "No, but if I did go under I'm sure you have some safety mechanisms installed for such situations. Go get your food, I'll be here staring up at Andromeda. It is quite beautiful. But i feel my skin shrinking, I'll be out shortly."

Tony stretched, "Ok, just don't drown! And don't fall if you get out before I get back!"

"Go, I am fine. I feel so much better, just a little sleepy."

"Ok, be back in a few."

He rode down to the lobby to pick up the food Friday ordered. It was from that place on Broadway, Jerusalem Restaurant! Hell Yeah! They had the best babaganoush ever! Score!

By the time he made his way back up T'Challa had crawled his way from the tub and was dressed in some of Tony's pj's and lying in his bed fast asleep. Oh well, he'd just save some back for him and for James.

He was halfway through his chicken shawarma platter when Thor landed with a thud on his balcony, waving happily. Tony waved back, noticing the Thunder God was sporting an eyepatch and his head was nearly shaved. He was moving to greet him when Loki stepped cautiously out from behind his brother, causing him to choke on his chicken.

Holy shit..

The God of Mischief was back.. At his tower.. Again..

"BRUCE!"