Loki had killed Coulson. It had been pretty darn easy, too! One stab, and it was all over. Sure, Coulson had managed to blast him with some unknown gun, but it wasn't a big deal. No one else had even been there, so it's not like anyone could use that as blackmail material against Loki.
Captain America, being just as human as Coulson was, should also be as easy to kill as the agent. But Captain America was elusive; the coward must fear for his life. That fact stroked Loki's ego.
"Well, of course the Captain is running away," Loki mused to himself. "I would hide, too, if I were coming after me." Loki's idle thoughts got blown away by the sound of music. It was pleasing to the ear, so Loki followed the melodious tune.
There was a concerto going on at Central Park. No singing, just pure music, featuring trumpets, and violins, and other things that Loki had seen the musicians play in the halls of Asgard. It made Loki nostalgic, the music washing over him. He could almost forget about Captain America. But then Loki's eyes snapped open. He had an idea!
Captain America, he had heard, enjoyed old American songs, the kind that were sung during the Great Wars. Maybe, if Loki could set up a concert featuring such songs, the Captain would crawl out of his hole to make an appearance. Loki would then strike him down!
"As usual, my plans amaze even me. I'm just too crafty!" Loki crowed, not noticing some losers throwing tomatoes at the musicians. In a huff, the musicians threw their instruments at the crowd, seriously injuring some. When the ruckus had ended, there was carnage and blood. Loki paid that no mind; the instruments had caught his eye.
Loki snapped his fingers, and in a puff of green smoke, all the modern instruments had been transformed into their older incarnations.
"I love magic. Thank Odin I wasn't born human," Loki said to himself. Now he had to find some people to play the instruments. He had a hunch that the people who had just been playing wouldn't do it, so he had to find someone else. He would only accept the very best. Even if the whole thing was a charade, Loki still demanded perfection!
A few days later, and Loki had decided to do a "If you want it done right, do it yourself" plan. Making some clones of himself, he went to work building a stage, if you could call snapping your fingers work. He put around flyers, posted on Twitter, and generally told everyone within hearing range that there would be a spanking cool retro concert at Town Hall.
The night air was crisp. The lights on and around the stage has created an almost eerie glow. There was a surprisingly large audience, all waiting to be entertained and amazed. Loki, peeking behind the curtain, grinned.
Launching himself in front of the stage, Loki and his clones began to play their hardest. The songs were simple, and from the good old days. They even did a snappy rendition of Yankee Doodle Dandy! The audience was screaming and clapping. One elderly lady fainted. No one seemed to notice (or care) that all four men on stage were identical.
The music went on for hours, the raw energy and excitement keeping Loki going. He had long forgotten that he came to murder someone. Eventually, one of his copies had to remind him.
"Psst. Other me, I need to tell you to remember your mission. You've lost your way. We must kill Captain America." Loki frowned.
"SHUT UP, YOU'RE JUST A CLONE, YOU CAN'T BOSS ME AROUND!" and with that, Loki lunged at the copy and began to punch him in the face. The other two Lokis jumped in. The crowd screamed and dispersed.
Irritated, Loki screamed, "ENOUGH!", and snapped his fingers, causing the other three Lokis to disappear. Breathing hard, Loki looked around. Everyone had left, and the stage was ruined.
"Well, I didn't see the Captain in the audience anyway…", Loki muttered as he walked away, not realizing that Steve Rogers had indeed been in the audience, having been invited by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts.
Meanwhile, The Other was feeling sick. He had eaten too much cotton candy! And yet Thanos was still stuffing his face! How could he find the room?
"Waiter? Second, now!" Thanos growled at some poor lady. The Other looked on in horror.
To Be Continued