Hi guys. It's me again. I actually meant to update sooner, but Netflix was about to delete one of my shows before I could finish it, so I had to put stories on hold and have an AoS marathon. Then I found out today it was "Hulk and the Agents of S.M.A.S.H.", not "Agent's of Shield" that was deleted. I stayed up till two in the morning trying to watch it all. Sleeptime wasted.

Anywho, on to the story.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Disney, which means I don't own Avengers or Emperor's New Groove either. :(

"Talking"

"Narrator version of Tony Talking"

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."

Part 3

Later that night, Loki and Thor were both in the Secret Lab, each dressed in a different outfit. Thor wears silver chainmail armor with grey arm guards, and a red cape. Loki wears a black and green leather coat, black pleated shirt, metal wrist guards, a cape attached to gold pauldrons, a gold necklace, and a gold helmet with two long horns extending from the front and curving up and towards the back like a goat. Loki's look was completed by a long golden spear with a blue crystal at the end.

"I've prepared everything necessary for the ritual; everything, but one ingredient. Thor, did you get the hair?" Loki asked solemnly.

"The hair? Oh, the hair. The hair taken from Tony's brush. The hair we need to kill Tony. Tony's hair." Thor and Loki stare at each other for a moment in silence. "That hair?"

"Yes that hair! Now give it to me!" Loki growls. Thor reaches into his armor and pulls out a small bag with a clump of Tony's hair in it. Loki snatches it and walks over to the center of the pentagram, dropping the hair into a cauldron and muttering some words under his breath.

"Brother, why are we dressed like this?" Thor asked.

"Because it is part of the ritual. Now be quiet before you ruin it." Loki snapped, before resuming his mutterings. After several minutes, he dipped the end of the spear into the cauldron before pulling it back out. The crystal glowed an ethereal blue, shining with a light it didn't have before. "There, the ritual is complete. Now we must go find Stark. JARVIS is down for the next few hours for installing upgrades and updates, and sneaking past the security guards will be child's play."

"Brother, are you going to kill him with that?"

"If you are asking if I'm going to stab him, the answer is no. Now come, and do it quietly."

With that, the two silently snuck up to Tony's floor, before creeping into his bedroom. The billionaire was in his bed, lamp still on revealing he was asleep sitting up with a tablet in his lap showing plans for his future mansion. Loki carefully used the tip of the spear to pull the blanket away from Tony's chest, before pressing it over Tony's heart. With another muttered word, the spear's crystal grew brighter. Tony's back suddenly arched up, eyes flying open with a chocked gasp revealing they were the same shining blue as the crystal, as his hands gripped the blanket in a death grip. Just as suddenly as it started, Tony slumped limply back against the bed with a loud exhale, head lolling to the side, eyes closed, and skin deathly pale.

"Yes!" Loki hissed. "With this, Stark Industries is mine." Before Loki could pull the spear back, Tony started glowing again. "What?!"

Tony's hair fell off as his skin started turning red and gold in various places. The next to change was the distinctly shiny metallic appearance his skin took up, as contours started pressing upwards. His eyelids turned to thin red plates as his joints became visible.

In a matter of moments, Tony Stark had been turned into an android.

Silence reigned over the room for several long minutes, before being abruptly broken.

"A robot? He's supposed to be dead!" Loki screeched.

"Strange. Did you do the ritual right?" Thor asked.

"Did I—" Loki rounded on Thor, face red with anger. "You were the one who made me stop the ritual partway through! This is all your fault."

Thor looked taken aback, before looking down sadly. "Oh. I am sorry brother."

"Since this is all your fault, you have to take him out of here, and get rid of him. Permanently."

Thor, now dressed as a janitor, was pushing a cleaning cart down the hallway with a garbage can covered by a lid.

"Guess where I am right now. Uh-huh. In the can. Still think I'm not the victim here? Watch, it gets better." Narrator Tony said sarcastically.

Thor quickly walked up to a door, pushing it open revealing Stark Industry's own trash compactor. Looking around to make sure no one would see him, he opened the can and pulled out Tony, who was cocooned in a blanket, keeping him hidden. With a grunt, Thor tossed Tony into the compacter, before heading to the controls and turning it on.

"Mission accomplished." He turned around and started to walk away, but hesitated. Looking back, Thor saw Tony was just lying there limply as the compacter slowly lowered towards him.

"You're not just going to leave him there, are you?" a tiny voice asked. Thor looked around in panic at being caught, before a tiny puff of smoke on his shoulder drew his attention. Standing on his shoulder was a miniature man with short dirty-blond hair, grey eyes, pale skin, and white feathery angel wings on his back. He wore a white robe and golden sandals, held a gold harp, and a glowing halo floated above his head.

Thor looked at him with wide eyes. "Who-? What are you?"

"I'm your shoulder angel; you know, your conscious. Call me Clint. Now, you're not really going to let Tony die are you? You know he was just trying to do the right thing for his company."

"Don't listen to this guy." Another tiny voice spoke up. With another poof of smoke, a tiny woman appeared on Thor's other shoulder. She had pale skin, fiery red shoulder-length wavy hair, and green eyes. She wore a red skin-tight catsuit, held a red pitch-fork, had a pair of tiny red devil wings on her back, a devil tail sprouted from her lower back, and a pair of red devil horns adorned her head. "He's trying to lead you down the path of righteousness. I'm going to lead you down the best path." The shoulder devil grinned.

Clint's eyes narrowed. "Natasha. You know killing Tony isn't right."

"I disagree. Listen up, big guy. I have three reasons for why you should just turn around and walk away. Reason one, being loyal to your brother is right. And think of what that loyalty means. Power, money, your brother's respect." Natasha argued, before pointing at Clint. "Reason number two. Look at that guy! He's using that stupid stringy music thing."

"We've been over this a thousand times." Clint groaned. "It's a harp."

"Right." Natasha smirked. "That's a harp, and that's a dress."

"Robe!" Clint growled indignantly.

"Sure it is, Feathers. Now reason number three; look what I can do." With that, Natasha hopped off Thor's shoulder onto the compactor's console and started sauntering across it like she was on a runway.

"I…do not understand." Thor said, confused. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"No no. She has a point." Clint countered, staring avidly at Natasha.

Thor looked even more confused. "I…see." He didn't. "I'm afraid you two have confused me even more than before. I believe I would be better off figuring this out for myself." The shoulder angel and devil looked at each other, shrugged, before they both disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Thor looked back over to Tony and saw the compacter was less than a foot above him. After another moment of hesitation and internal debate, Thor came to a decision. He slammed his hand on the 'stop' button right as the compacter was touching Tony. After making the compacter lift again, he grabbed Tony and hefted him over his shoulder.

"What to do, what to do? What to do with the body?" Thor muttered to himself, pacing around the room. "I must get it out of here, but to where?" Suddenly his face lit up with an idea. "I can take him to my house! I'll just call a taxi to take us there" With that he walked out and headed to the lobby, taking care to not be noticed.

"The cab should be here in just a few minutes, Mr. Rogers, and your trip will be covered by SI." Pepper said.

"I can pay ma'am, really."

"Nonsense. You came here to meet with Mr. Stark, we will foot the bill. Now are you sure you don't want to take Mr. Stark on his offer to take some of Howard's things? He was being serious; after all, you and Howard were friends, weren't you?" Pepper offered.

"No offense Ms. Potts, but after Stark had me detained for several hours under claims of having me calm down, I'm not sure I can handle any more of his 'hospitality'. " Steve said stiffly. He was sure that Tony had just been trying to get rid of his father's belongings instead of showing any kindness.

"To be fair, it was actually JARVIS that had you detained. He's very protective of his creator." Pepper tried, but Steve did not seem to care. "Well, the cab should be here any minute. Have a nice weekend, Mr. Rogers."

"You as well, Ms. Potts." Steve said politely, before taking an elevator down to the lobby. At the same time, Thor was at the front of the building, trying to hail a taxi. The whole time, people were giving him strange looks for the blanket-wrapped object over his shoulder, but dismissed it and kept walking. After several minutes, one pulled over. The driver popped the trunk at Thor's request, and he placed Tony inside before shutting the lid. Right as he was about get in the cab, the wind blew his cap off, and with a shout of being right back, he ran after it. Right as Thor ran out of sight, Steve came out of the building and saw the cab waiting. Opening the door, he got inside.

The driver looked back at him. "Steve Rogers?" The driver asked, making sure he had the right guy.

"Yeah." Steve acknowledged, before telling the driver Camp Lehigh's address. It was at that moment that Thor came back and saw Steve in his taxi. His eyes widened and he tried to run over to the taxi, but the cab pulled out into traffic and around a corner. Chasing after it, Thor stopped abruptly after he rounded the corner, his heart sinking. The cab had disappeared in a sea of taxis. There was no way he could find Tony now.

"This is not good." Thor sighed, before turning back to SI.

So what do you think? Good? Bad? Neutral? I tried to add a bit of Kronk-humor to this chapter, but I'm not sure it worked. And my tiny Shoulder Thor is avoiding me, so I'm not sure I wrote him well. Tiny Shoulder Tony and Loki are both cursing at me, while tiny Shoulder Natasha is amused.

Well, dear readers, I need your help. I'm totally stuck on how to do the scene for Steve realizing Tony is not just a robot when he gets back to base. I'm totally blanking. It happens at Camp Lehigh, I know that, and I know what happens afterwards, but the actual scene is what I'm stuck on. I just don't know how to get Steve to be separated from family with Tony. No clue, whatsoever. So please, if you want me to update any time soon, help an author out. Submit an idea of how YOU think it should go. Review, PM, whatever. And remember, whenever someone reviews my stories, I ALWAYS go to their profile to check out theirs.

Hope to hear from you soon,

littleditto