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He was nowhere, but how could that be? Wasn't he everywhere? Or was he here? Existence was a solid being; a creature trying to consume him. It wrapped him in a blanket… but then, how was it tearing him apart?

He was devoured. He was free of thought, free of time and borders; and still, the pain imprisoned him. Endless and unforgiving.

Maybe this was the end. The end of what? A thought?

Suddenly, all was blindingly bright, and nothing hurt.

Or was it everything?

"Sir, there appears to be something on the roof."

"…Is it a bird, Jarvis? Throw something at it."

"I do think you'll want to take a look first, sir."

His fingers clawed frantically at the foreign, metal object encasing his mouth. What was it? Why wouldn't it come off? Instinct told him it didn't belong; he loathed it inherently. It was no use, however; he only succeeded in rubbing raw the skin of his slender fingers.

He stopped suddenly, looking at his abused hands. To whom did these hands belong? Who was he?

There was an 'L', but it continued to escape him. L…

"Loki?"

He — Loki — started at the voice, falling backward. As he hit the ground, he became aware of the throbbing pain that plagued the back of his skull. He stared up, wide-eyed, at the advancing figure. It had a small circle glowing from its chest. Confused, Loki risked a quick scan of to his own chest. Did he have one of those? Nope, that was wrong too, yet somehow familiar… Loki then noticed the obvious combat stance the figure held.

As he tried to recoil, made very difficult by the chain connecting his wrists, Loki hit the edge of the platform he was on. A glance down made him wish he hadn't; he was at the top of an immense tower, inches from falling hundreds of feet. He looked forward again just as the figure – a he, Loki noticed –dropped his defense stance and knelt in front of him. A concerned, but wary look adorned the man's face.

"Loki… do you… not know who I am?" the man asked. Loki closed his eyes for a moment before looking back to meet the eyes in front of him. He shook his head slowly.

Over-stimulating was the room Loki found himself in. Countless people rushed about, all hurrying to ends unknown to him. It hurt his already battered head. Worse was the way each person halted their progress simply to stare at him; some with confusion, some with fear, and many with hatred.

Who was he to these people?

…In fact, who was he at all?

The man from the roof – Stark, he said his name was – had a hand on Loki's shoulder, directing him. From the man's disposition, Loki was fairly certain that Stark's grip was meant to be threatening, a warning, but Loki was mostly just reassured by it. It seemed to keep him from falling off the face of the earth.

"Fury!" The voice, so close to his ear, made Loki flinch slightly.

"That's 'Colonel' to you. Or, 'Si —" A menacing-looking man – Fury, Loki guessed— turned toward them, revealing an equally menacing eye patch. "What the f—?"

"Found him on the roof," Stark cut in.

"And he's still alive because…"

Loki, who had been focusing on his feet to help ease his headache, looked up suddenly, startled. Fury stared at him; that hadn't been the reaction he expected. Where was arrogant, smirking Loki?

"How would murdering him on the spot be justice? Aren't we the good guys; heroes and all that?" Stark said somewhat sarcastically, a huge smile crossing his face.

"Since when the hell do you play by the rules, Stark?" Fury asked. Stark raised an eyebrow.

"Do you want to be the one to tell Goldilocks we found his brother…and then immediately killed him?" He questioned. "Besides, he doesn't seem to remember anything. I'm fairly certain he arrived on the roof directly after his escape from Asgard."

"How would that even be possible?" inquired Fury. "That was three months ago."

"I found this," Stark answered, holding up a curious-looking blue cube, "near where I found him." Fury said nothing as he moved toward them, eyeing the object cautiously.

"Plus, look at him," continued Stark. "He's still restrained. I can hardly see him willingly keeping those on for three months."

"This is Loki, God of Mischief. Who's to say this isn't part of some ridiculously elaborate plan to take control of Earth? …Again."

Loki couldn't stop himself from balking slightly. What had this man just said?

"It's certainly possible, although I can't help feeling that it isn't. I mean, he's still bleeding for Christ's sake." Stark argued. Fury scrutinized the thoroughly muddled God in question.

"…Fine. Then, until things are sorted out, Loki is being released into your custody. I leave you responsible for him." Taken completely by surprise, Loki allowed himself to be pushed slightly toward Stark.

"Whoa, I don't like to be handed things," Stark declared "And why am I being put in charge of…this?" He gestured toward Loki. "Don't you have any more of those fancy, God-proof boxes?"

"With S.H.E.I.L.D. HQ destroyed and the Hellicarrier still in Repairs, you know we've had no choice but to set up at Stark Tower." Stark looked around at what his tower had temporarily transformed into; a mess. He had to admit it; he wouldn't feel very secure leaving Loki here, with his memories or without.

With a melodramatic sigh, Stark turned Loki around and pushed him toward the door with one finger at his back. The touch still held suspicion, but no longer threat.

"I guess you never did get that drink."

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