Loki tried to stop that memory again, when he found out he was different, and prepared himself. It took longer this time, since he was fuming with rage.

Appearing in a not-so-random street of New York, Loki returned to the scene of the crime, and started to cause mayhem. He did not truly enjoy it this time, because this time, he only wanted one...thing...

The adopted Asgardian suddenly remembered why he hated this place as he shot at an oncoming taxi with his staff and kept moving forward. He basked in the screams of shock and terror that was accompanied by the hundreds of people lining the streets. Pushing each other without care, they all frantically tried to get away from the trickster. His stomach flipped with excitement as he glared at them with a devilish smile.

He paused in the middle of the street. "This never gets old..."

Anthony...

Tony woke up with a start, scared to death, wondering where the-oh right, I've been kidnapped by a crazy god with identity issues.

"Anthony..."

"Stop calling me that." Tony said sternly. "I don't know where you just went, that's why you knocked me out again, but you are going to let me go, or all hell is going to break loose."

Loki smiled mischievously. "Is that a threat, or a promise?"

Tony's mind coaxed him to play along. "...Yes..."

Blue lights came from the staff and floated towards the genius, who could not tear his eyes from the beautiful manifestation in front of him.

"What's this?" Tony wanted to back away, but felt stuck.

"You're a man of science...use that beautiful mind of yours..." Loki commanded.

Tony stared fondly at the thing, tentatively reaching out. When he found it did not seem harmful, he cupped it gingerly in his hands. It was so fascinating to play with. He suddenly threw his hands out, and the lights multiplied tenfold. Like a child, he spun around the room, happy as can be to count all of the little globes encircling him. Tony could have sworn he had done something like this before, back when...

Wait a minute...

Tony's mind screamed for a second, before he started seeing stars in the sense that he was fighting for consciousness, no...control.

Loki watched in amazement, then in anger, as he saw this Midgardian just...snap out of his spell! By sheer will power!

"How is this possible?" Loki asked himself and Tony, who looked up at him, calling him out.

"I told you to stay out of my head!" Tony crossed his arms over his reactor, trying to make himself look more intimidating at the same time. He went bravely towards his captor...

Loki's clones laughed as he doubled and tripled in numbers, trying to scare as many people as possible. One more powerful clone kept walking in a straight line towards Avengers Tower. He was on a mission. He had to find him...

"WHERE IS STEVE ROGERS?"

No one answered him, just more cries. Eyes kept searching, though, for he knew he was close. Perhaps he was not home yet. A flying ship stopped his thoughts. He recognized it, as was when their first fight together occurred, it was present.

Finally.

Loki gaped at Tony for a second, appalled that he was being continually spoken to like a naughty child. How dare he? Does he not realize who Loki is? He will have to try a stronger spell later, but now for the main event.

Tony whined as Loki grabbed him around his throat, his eyes widening in fear.

Loki was done.

"You want to call the shots? You want to see your precious little soldier again?" Loki sneered as he threw Tony to the ground, a spell working through his fingertips. "As always, my dear, you are about to get everything you've ever wanted..."