It had been only three days since the attack of Loki, and the invasion. Time had seemed to move slowly, almost at a crawl. The city was obviously devastated, though they were slowly rebuilding. Sophie had started to write off Tony mentioning that they might need her again, figuring that they had taken care of themselves. That was until she got off work one day, and her cellphone rang. She picked it up and looked at the caller ID, arching an eyebrow. "Tony Stark? How the hell does it say that? He is /definitely/ not in my phone contacts." She said. Then figuring she had nothing else to lose, she pushed the button and pressed the phone to her ear. "Hello, Sophie Brannon speaking," There was no way he was calling just for fun, and she was right about that.

"Hey, uh…I think we might have broken Loki again?"

Screams of pain could be heard in the background, causing her brow to furrow. Sure, he had tried to murder half of New York and succeeded in a portion, but…torturing him didn't seem to be in the spirit of the American justice system. "Fine. I'll be there..lemme guess, Stark Tower?"

Tony nodded. "Yep. Thanks," He added, before hanging up.

So much for having the rest of the evening to herself. She started to walk quickly towards the Tower, then broke into a jog when she realized that he could be seriously injured. She was still in her scrubs, so that was a benefit at least. She hadn't even gotten the opportunity to change, with the exception of her shoes. Sophie was outside about fifteen minutes later, huffing and puffing. The door buzzed, and she was allowed inside before she could even press the button. The elevator doors opened as soon as she walked in, and she gladly took the less healthy option. After all, she had just jogged the entire way from the hospital. "Thank God for elevators," She said, leaning back against the wall, as it mildly hummed up to the top floor.

She was not at all prepared for what she saw. Tony was standing in the middle of the room, looking sheepish. Loki was on the couch, and whether it was due to the light furniture and floor or the amount of blood he had lost, it did not look good. Sophie hurried forward, looking up at him. "What the hell did you do? Do you /have/ any medical equipment around here? I thought one of your friends was supposed to be a doctor." She leaned over Loki, examining his injuries. He was awake, barely.

Loki looked up at her, blinking. "Have I died and gone to the halls of Valhalla?" He asked, still joking even in his rather groggy state. More scratches and bruises littered his body than before, though oddly enough, his ribs had healed. The main cause for concern was a slice wound on his head, that looked to have come from a dagger. It looked quite painful, and it was still bleeding.

Tony piped up. "If you were fortunate enough to die, you'd go straight to Helheim, pal."

Sophie glared back at him for a moment, then looked to Loki. "No, but thank you for comparing me to a weird Norse angel. Not sure why we're sticking with the Norse theme, but we're going to take care of this big cut on your head first."

She was trying to be nice, and not question too much. She knew something of Norse mythology from her college days, she had taken a class once. At the same time, she also very much doubted that it was true. She stood up and looked at Tony, then started walking towards what appeared to be a lab.

The brunette looked at her, starting to follow. "What the hell are you doing, you can't go in there!" He said, seeming rather outraged that she would even try it. It was clear that he wasn't in the best of moods.
"Well, you haven't made any effort to go get even a first aid kit, let alone the tools required to properly care for him, so I was planning to go retrieve them myself. Surely with your friend Doctor Banner and your love of all this scientific, you have the tools I need." Sophie placed a hand firmly on her hip, and looked up at him. Somehow, she managed to be even shorter than Tony- but just as fierce.

He glanced over at Loki, who he would admit seemed a little more alabaster than his normal pale skin tone. "Fine. I'll be right back. You keep the patient awake."

She rolled his eyes when he attempted to order her around, but really that had been her plan. Walking back over to Loki, she knelt down beside him and gently moved the hair from his face. "Did Tony do that to you?" She asked, gently.

Loki shook his head, chuckling gently. "No..Tony couldn't elegantly use a knife if his puny life depended upon it. Natasha did it."

It took Sophie a moment to connect the face to the name, then to the super hero. Nodding, she gently brushed a strand of thick black hair from his face. "Don't worry. I'm not sure why they're hurting you, but I'm sure they'll stop soon. I'll make them stop." She winked, which managed to illicit a small smile from him.

"Thank you, Sophie." He said, his tone surprisingly..kind. "I do not think I will be remaining awake too much longer." He added, yawning.

Sophie latched onto Loki's arm, his cool armor and leather causing a slight flush to her cheeks as she shook him back awake. "I swear, damn Stark. He's probably moving at a snail's pace. I'm going to have grey hair by next week if I keep being forced to work with him." Not that she had been forced at all to come help, it was by her own choice that she had decided to come and help Loki. Maybe there was something between them, though she didn't get the sense that he felt as though she was anything but his nurse. He probably flirted with everyone. It sure seemed that way. Loki..god of mischief.

Finally, Tony returned with the first aid kit, and all the medical equipment he could find. A heart monitor, some antibiotic cream, and Hello Kitty bandages.

"It's about time," She said, chidingly.

Tony grunted and handed her the stuff. "You wouldn't believe what I had to go through to get all this."

Sophie chuckled. "I'll have you nominated for sainthood. Excuse me." She said, turning her attention to Loki. She started to wipe up the blood that was dripping from his head, with a soft sigh. His eyes had fluttered closed while they were speaking, which concerned her- but there was little she could do. Wrapping his head in gauze, he winced softly from the pain. "Good." That was definitely a good sign, at least he could feel pain still. He wasn't in a coma or anything. "Loki, are you still awake? Can you speak to me, please?"

Loki opened his eyes half-way, almost lazily. "I'm awake." He grumbled, not seeming too happy about it. "It may be due to the head injury, but will you stay here? Their frequent mistreatment is starting to show, and I'm too pretty to be all scarred up." He said, dryly.

It took a moment for Sophie to realize that he was kidding. He /was/ pretty. "I had intended on staying with you anyways, Loki. You've lost a lot of blood, thanks to these doofuses." She laughed lightly and finished bandaging his head, then put little Hello Kitty bandages on the cuts and scrapes that were left.

Tony squinted at her, crossing his arms. "Doofuses? Remember, Loki's the one who caused all that death and destruction. You should. Whatever, I'm going to go get a drink. If he tries anything, call Thor. Not my problem right now." He pouted away, to go get some whiskey.

She let out a gentle sigh and sat down beside him, helping Loki sit up more. "Relax, he's gone now. Have they been feeding you?" A sound from his stomach confirmed that they had not. Sophie shook her head. "For heroes, they sure can be jerks." Standing, she walked to the kitchen and helped herself to some chips, and water for him. He was so boney- it wasn't like he had anything to worry about. "Here, eat these." She said, putting the chips on his lap.

Loki looked at her. "I'm feeling kind of weak….feed me?" He asked, thinking it was a long shot.

Sophie laughed. "Only because you're cute." She put a single chip into his mouth, and watched contently as his eyes widened. "What are those? Why are they so…salty?" He, apparently, had never eaten chips before.

"Loki, they're potato chips! Do you like them?"

He shook his head. "Absolutely not, they are far too salty." There was no way he was going to have any more of those.

Sophie sighed again, this time out of irritation and returned to the kitchen. "Fine. We have carrots, eggs, some leftover chicken, and something that I'm pretty sure isn't food. What do you want?" She called, maybe a little loudly.

Loki touched the uninjured side of his head. "Ow, headache!" He whined, basically just being bratty now. "I'll take some chicken." He had never eaten that, but it would be good enough.

She got the chicken out along with a fork, then sat down beside him. "Eat this, or I'll stab you with the fork. Got it?"

"Uh, sure." He took the fork and the chicken, eating quickly. It wasn't that good either, but it was definitely better than the gross chips. "I think we should agree to a truce." He said, suddenly.

Sophie tilted her head, scooting up on the soft couch. "What kind of a truce? I didn't figure you were the peace-making kind. Plus, you haven't done anything to personally wrong me, other than being kind of demanding."

That caused a blush of pink to arrive on his cheeks. Sure, he was often demanding or obnoxious, but it was rare that anyone ever called him out on it. "I'm accustomed to getting as I demand," That was the only apology he gave, and likely the closest thing she would ever receive to one. "However. I don't want you to hate me, so I'll do my best." His eyes softened as he looked at her. "Thank you for continuing to patch me up."

She smiled. "Any time, Loki. Any time."