Like all black tie events, the room was stuffy, overly pretentious and not all that fun… The food was good though. That was something Donald supposed.

People came and congratulated him on his advancements this year. Stephen Strange was predictable an ass acting like he was to good for anybody.

Still Donald did his best at being polite and just get the evening over with… It was funny really. Donald couldn't help but reflect.

All of these people. They only knew him as that polite mature Doctor Blake. If they had met him those fifty years ago, they would have been surprised.

Donald didn't know why it was now of all times he kept thinking about the past, but he did… He remembered. When they had just found him in that alleyway he had not acted like a gentleman.

He had been angry… Rude… Even violent.

Fifteen years ago. Before Donald had gotten his new name, when they had called him "The amnesiac" due to the lack of a name, he had shouted and thrust himself off the hospital bed.

"How dare you confine me to bed!" The Amnesiac had shouted as he grabbed the ground and pulled himself forward. "I can stand! Why shouldn't I be able to?!" he asked as he grabbed the bed frame and tried to pull himself up, only to fall down. "No… NOOOO! This is not what I am! How dare you! How…!"

"Donald!"

Donald turned around to face a woman smiling as she approached him. Her dark hair had started to get silver stains and her kind face which Donald knew could turn stern in a seconds smiled at him.

"Doctor Garzia." Donald smiled warmly.

"Please. It's Paula." Doctor Paula Garzia insisted. "My you look good Donald. I swear it's like you don't age. You look the same as when they dragged you into the hospital all those years ago."

Donald chuckled. "You to. You look great." he said, all though clearly Paula hadn't had any gray strains of hair fifteen years ago. And wrinkles had grown a little deeper. But she still had that nice pleasant air around her.

"You do though look tired." Paula commented. "Do you need to sit down?" she glanced at his body which was heavily leaning on his cane.

"I'm… Fine." Donald assured. "It has just been some long working hours. You know?" he asked. "And erhm. I might had a bit of trouble sleeping lately."

"How come?" Paula asked. "Have you been stressed?"

"Maybe." Donald admitted. "I mean… I had these dreams recently. It's kind of weird."

As Donald spoke, what no one saw was a snake slithering across the floor towards the blond man with his cane.

"What kind of dreams?" Paula asked.

"It's… Kind of different. It changes." Donald admitted. "Sometimes it's like a nightmare, I dream I am caught in some sort of battle. Sometimes it feels like some kind of childhood memory."

As he spoke the snake came closer and closer, its emerald green scales glistening in the candle light.

"Maybe you have finally started to remember." Paula commented.

"That has occurred to me." Donald admitted. "How-ever… These dreams are just. To strange to be memories. I dreamed I could shoot lightning from my fingers." he chuckled as the snake rose up right behind Donald, barring ts shape fangs.

"DONALD!"

Donald twirled around as Jane threw herself down on the ground and grabbed the snake with her bare hands before it managed to strike.

A scream sounded and then more as people screamed. Donald stumbled back and down on the ground as he dropped his cane while Jane held the snake.

"Goodness." Paula came to Janes rescue. "Are you all right."

"Yeah. I got it." Jane gasped the snake tightly in her grasp. "Don are you okay? Did it bite you?" she asked.

Donald shook his head as he tried to sit back up. "I'm fine." he assured only to slightly jump as the snake snapped at him.

Jane looked around. "Someone call animal control. This doesn't seem like a type of snake that lives in the area, maybe it escaped from a zoo."

People started to nod and move around as murmeres were head.

Donald groaned as he held his head.

"Are you all right?" Paula asked touching Donalds shoulder.

"Yeah." Donald began. "I'm fine… I…"

"WHAT IN THE WORLD?!"

Wide-eyed Donald looked up, everyone turned back to Jane whom was now struggling with the snake. Struggling! For it seemed to be growing at an incredible rate as Jane hopelessly tried to hold unto it as panic stroke her face.

"Jane!" Donald gasped as he launched for her without thinking but fell down on the ground. "urgh."

Now people were screaming as they were running in all directions and Donald looked up as the green snake was now towering over him. Raising above him as it hissed, its long forked tongue sticking out as the tip of the tail swayed.

Its fangs was dripping with a yellow substance that looked to be venom… a lot of venom.

"By the norns…" Donald whispered to in shock to think over anything he said. And then it came, the Snake hissing as it stroke for Donald with open mouth.

"NOOOO!" Jane screamed as she grabbed a chair and broke it over the snakes head before it managed to strike Donald. Only to earn the snakes attention and it turned its head to Jane. Hissing.

"Jane… JANE!" Donald shouted while Jane backed away. He looked around himself, trying to find a weapon. The only thing he found within reach was his own cane which he picked up and turned to the snake, now though it was to far out of reach. "No!" Donald gasped as he tried to push himself up but fell down. "Jane… JANE LOOK OUT!" Donald screamed as he had to try and push himself up again but yet again failed.

Jane had found herself another chair she was holding up trying to use it as a shield between her and the snake which swayed back and forth waiting to strike.

"Donald." Paula grabbed his shoulder. "You need to get out of here!" she said grabbing his arm to help him up.

"But Jane!" Donald tried.

"You will be of no use to her getting in the way!" Paula insisted. "You are not a fighter Donald, you are a Doctor. Now get out!"

"But that's not right… That's not right." Donald shook his head. "I… I'm supposed to safe." then the snake turned now its eyes on the fleeing Donald and Paula.

The black eyes seemed to work like mirrors, reflection Donalds scrawny appearance and Paula and a sinking feeling entered Donald… He was the target. That much was clear. The snake was after him….. But why?

Why would a giant snake appear to try and kill him?

Just then from above a man came flying inside wearing a suite of amour, a blue beam hit the creature as Iron man himself had flown to the rescue. "EVERYONE OUT!" he shouted.

"Tony Stark." Donald gasped as he looked up and Paula yanked in Donald to get him up while Iron man was flying around the snake in circles firing beams at it.

"Donald!" Jane had come and grabbed Donalds other arm. "We need to go."

Donald nodded as finally he allowed the two women to pull him up and by holding his arms around their shoulders they could leave at a good pace until they were outside of the building.

"What the hell was that?" Jane asked as they had finally managed to get outside.

Donald swallowed. "It came for me…" he breathed. "That snake. What-ever it was… It was me it tried to kill."

The two women looked wide-eyed at Donald.

"But… Why?" Jane asked.

"I don't know." Donald gasped.

Loki huffed as he hung in his chains… So his snake had been slayed by a foolish mortal. It had been such a simple job. Just one bite, and the thunder god trapped inside of a mortal body would have succumbed.

Well… No matter. There was still time.

Thors memories had started to return, and as such Lokis power were returning as well. The more Thor remembered, the more powerful Loki would grow.

And if Thor was ever to finally break free of that frail mortal body he was stranded in. So would Loki be free…

Either way this turned out. He would be free!