Hi guys, littleditto again. Surprisingly, I got chapter two done in only a couple days. Usually it takes me longer. And did you guys see the newest "Antman" trailer? Falcon's in it!

I realized I forgot to say it last chapter, so here's the disclaimer: I own nothing! Zip, zero, zilch, nada! Everything mentioned belongs to Disney, because apparently they own Marvel now.

Onto the story!

"Talking"

"Narrator version of Tony Talking"

"No, I mean, we're done here. As in, Stark Industries is severing its partnership with Asgard Inc."

Loki's eyes widened. "But we've been partners for many years now. Surely, you want to sleep on this decision? And what of the board; don't they have a say?"

Tony stopped, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Yes we have. No I don't. I really don't care."

"But—but—but-!"

"Hmm. Let me put it another way. Our partnership has expired, we're going in a different direction, we're no longer picking up your option. Take your pick, I've got more." Tony grinned at Loki's slack-jawed expression. "It's over Laufeyson. Now get out of my building." With that, Tony turned and walked away, leaving a fuming Loki and confused Thor behind.

Part 2

Steve sat awkwardly in one of the small chairs in Tony's office as he waited for said man to show up. When the billionaire did show up, Steve quickly stood up to greet him. "Mr. Stark."

"Mr. Stark was my father. Call me Tony."

"Then call me Steve."

"Alright Steve. So what do you think of my tower?"

"It's very big, very futuristic. I met your…JARVIS."

Tony seemed to light up at the mention of his creation. "Isn't he great? It's an anagram, since he's Just A Rather Very Intelligent System. He isn't installed through the entire tower yet, so I still need security guards and other things like that, but once JARVIS's systems have been fully integrated, those jobs will be obsolete. Pretty cool, huh?"

"He certainly seems advanced." Personally, Steve thought all those lost jobs was not "cool", despite how amazed he was at how human the robot had seemed. But he didn't come here to judge the younger man. "So what was it you needed my help for?"

Tony just grinned. "Walk with me Steve." With that, Tony turned and walked out the room with Steve following. "If I remember correctly, you used to work here before, correct?"

"Yeah. I worked here for your father as a security guard while I went to college, then left a couple years later around when he died to join the army, a little before you took over. I think you were…16 at the time."

"And then?"

Steve smiled fondly. "And then I took a tour in Iraq, met my wife Peggy, got promoted to Captain, had a couple kids with another on the way, and Peggy and I both managed to get a Permanent Change of Station to Camp Lehigh in New Jersey. What about you?"

"Running a multimillion dollar company, throwing crazy parties, creating inventions to change the world. You know, the usual." Tony shrugged.

"Right, the usual." Steve shook his head at the absurdity of what Tony said. "As interesting as this is, I doubt you called me up here to catch up."

"Correct. You said before you're stationed at Camp Lehigh. What can you tell me about the area?"

"The area?" Steve asked as they walked into a room and stopped in front of a waist-height object covered by a sheet.

"Yep." Tony theatrically whipped the sheet off, revealing a diorama of Camp Lehigh on a table, accurate down to the smallest detail, even having a couple tiny toy soldiers 'running' around. "The area."

"…is that? It is…" Steve trailed off.

"Yup. You've got a pretty nice set up out there. But what about the surrounding area?"

"Uhh. We have a large surrounding forest; we're several miles from the nearest town. It's usually stays slightly cloudy; with temperatures in the 70s and 80s…I'm not really sure what you're looking for…"

"No no, you're doing good. Now tell me, where do you find the most sun?" Tony asked.

"Well, I'd say it's…" Steve carefully nudged Tony to the side of the model. "…right about here. When the sun comes up over these trees, at sunrise, it's the epitome of peace and tranquility."

"Well that settles it then." Tony say, leaning down to study the model.

"Really?" Steve asks, surprised.

"Yup, problem solved. Thanks for coming." Tony dismissed.

"That's it? That's all you needed me for?"

"Yeah, I just needed an insider's opinion before I Okayed this spot for my pool."

Steve stopped, trying to figure out how they transitioned from army bases to pools, but came up blank. "Uh, your pool?

Tony reaches under the table, before lifting a model of a mansion and slamming it on top of the Camp Lehigh model, smashing it. "Yup. Welcome to my newest mansion. For when I want to get away from the city, but still stay close to headquarters. Complete with both indoor and outdoor pools, and a waterslide."

Steve was utterly confused. "What? I don't understand?"

"It's my birthday present to me. I'm so happy."

"Wait, Stark—Tony, back up a minute! Explain what the heck you're talking about." Steve demanded.

"Well let me clear it up or you. I bought out the camp and the surrounding lands from the government, and tomorrow at my birthday celebration, I'm going to make an announcement, and my workers will tear the camp down to make way for this." Tony said, pointing at the mansion model. "So, if I were you, I'd start packing up the family."

Steve gaped at him. "But why? Do you know what would happen if you did that? Everyone stationed there would be transferred; families, like mine, would be split apart! And not to mention, that base has existed since World War 2, you'd be destroying an important part of American history! What about all of that?"

Tony pretended to think about it. "Hmm. Don't know, don't care. How's that?" Tony asked, beginning to walk away.

Steve scowled and reached for Tony. "Now wait a minute, you can't—" But was cut off as a pair of mechanical claw-arms rose up from the ground and grabbed his arms.

"I will not allow any harm to come to Mr. Stark." JARVIS declared. Tony stopped before turning around and waking right in front of Steve.

"When I give the word, your little base camp will go bye bye." Tony said smugly as a pair of security guards came out of an elevator and grabbed Steve while the metal arms let go. "Bye bye."

"Damn it Stark! You can't do this!" Steve shouted as he was pushed out of the room. Tony just rolled his eyes and headed back to his office.

"Oh yeah. Everything was going my way." Narrator Tony sounded smug. "Or, so I thought."

With a quick swish, a knife imbedded itself into a picture of Tony's face that was covered with other similar knives.

"Who does that ungrateful little worm think he is? He can't get rid of me that easily." Loki ranted as he paced the large office he had in SI's building while Thor retrieved the thrown knives, tearing down the destroyed picture and replacing it with another before handing Loki the knives. "Does he have any idea who he's dealing with? How could he do this to me? I practically taught him the ropes of business, and this is how he repays me?" Loki growled, punctuating each sentence with a knife thrown with perfect accuracy onto Tony's picture.

"Aye. One would think he would respect you more." Thor agreed, once again fetching the knives and changing the picture.

"Yeah go figure." Loki shrugged, before taking the knives again.

"Well, it's a good thing you're taking your anger out on these copies instead of the real Tony." Thor said offhandedly, missing the way Loki's eyes lit up.

"That's it! For once you have a good idea Thor." Loki exclaimed, tossing the knives to the side. "I'll get rid of Stark!"

Thor's eyes widened, before his expression turned pleading. "Brother no! You can't—"

"Silence fool. Or are you planning on breaking your promise to me?" Loki demanded. Thor's eyes dropped to the floor, before looking back up at his brother with a resigned determination.

"No, brother. I shall not go back on my word. No matter what, I will stand by your side and support you."

"That's what I thought." Loki sneered. "Now let's get back to the topic at hand. With Stark out of the way and no successors named, I will take over Stark Industries."

"But Brother, how will that work, with Tony having broken the partnership? We have no connection to the company anymore."

"Ah, but the only ones who know that are the three of us. Jarvis was not yet installed on that floor, no one else was around, and Stark is surely too lazy to file any sort of paperwork voluntarily. Soon only the two of us will know, and with how much SI's board of directors favors the way I do business; they will surely put me in charge." Loki declared. "To the secret lab!"

"Now, Loki's secret lab wasn't so secret, or even a lab really. It was a large room that had gone on relatively unused for several years, so Loki took it over. He used it to practice 'magic' and other voodoo ritual crap. Apparently, he even thinks he's some sort of sorcerer now. He even changed the hallway layout so it could only be accessed by a secret entrance that was activated by a hidden lever, and an alarm activated by a false lever. Due to these changes, everybody in the building knows the 'secret lab' exists, but nobody really has the heart to tell him." Narrator Tony explained as Loki and Thor speed-walked down the hallway over to an empty desk.

"Pull the lever, Thor." Loki demanded. Thor pulled on a potted plant so it tipped to the side, and a loud klaxon alarm and flashing red lights started going off.

"Wrong lever!" Loki cursed, before reaching over the receptionist's desk and pressing 'ctrl, alt, delete' on the computer keyboard, shutting the alarm off. "Why do we even have that lever?" he grumbled, before shoving Thor aside and grabbing a lamp and tipping it, making a section of the wall behind the desk slide to the side. They walked in the new doorway, and the wall slid closed behind them.

Hidden lights turned on as they passed, lighting up the room. A large pentagram was drawn on the ground, surrounded by runes and symbols. A large bookcase ran across the left-hand wall, stuffed full of books on many different kinds of magic and rituals. Along the back wall was a large cabinet with jars and vials of various creatures and substances.

Loki immediately went for the bookcase, sliding his hands along the covers until he found the book he wanted. "Contracts...crafting…creatures…and there it is. Curses." Pulling it out, he flipped through several pages. "Hmm…banishment, no he might come back…sleeping curse, that's too easy on him…death curse. Perfect.

" 'To perform a death curse you need pentagram, incense,' yadda yadda yadda, got that, got that, and—what's this? 'Some of your victim's hair in order to focus the curse.' Thor, I need you to get me some of Stark's hair. I don't care how; just get me a chunk of it."

"But—!"

"Oh for god's sake, must I think of everything? Check his hair brush. Now go! I have a ritual to prepare."

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