*******************************Loki's POV*****************************************

When I woke up I was in a soft bed in a dimly lit room. I didn't know where I was, all I knew was that I hurt. As I sat up I groaned in pain, closing my eyes against the assault of memories. I was no longer welcome in Asgard, banished to a place I tried to destroy. I was so ashamed of myself, of what I had done under the control of the scepter I had allowed a group of weak mortals to beat me up.

The door opened, allowing a stream of light and a person to slip in before the door was shut again. "I see you are awake. I was starting to worry." The voice sounded familiar but through the haze of pain and emotional exhaustion I couldn't place it.

As the figure came and sat by the bed I tried to figure out how long I had been out. I was about to ask when the person turned on a lamp, casting a bright light over the figure of none other than Tony Stark. I bit back a gasp of surprise as I stared at him.

"What am I doing here?" I demanded even as my brain scrambled to figure out why I wasn't in some type of prison since it was an Avenger who had found me.

Tony looked at me with an arched brown eyebrow over his blue eyes. "Well almighty Rudolph, you were getting your ass handed to you by a group of common thugs. I figured we couldn't have that, it puts a bad shine on the fact the Avengers kicked your ass." His voice was taunting but there was a questioning look in his eyes.

I stared at him for a moment before bowing my head. "I required no rescuing." It wasn't entirely true. I didn't need saving from the thugs though, I needed saving from myself. I looked up at him again and he was looking at me with an almost concerned look.

"You sure looked like you needed help but it must have been part of your almighty plan." He said as he stood from the chair by the bed and headed back towards the door. "Since you don't require my help anymore I'll leave you to get dressed. You can come down and eat then be on your way." With that he was out the door again.

I got up from the bed slowly, carefully testing my body to see how bad I hurt. My muscles twinged with slight pain but that was the extent. I noticed I was in a pair of boxers when I stood up, it showed how out of it I was that I didn't notice before.

My clothes where piled neatly on a dresser, freshly cleaned and showing no signs of wear from getting beaten up. I dressed quickly and headed out of the bedroom, heading through the tower towards where I guessed the kitchen was.

Tony was sitting at the counter drinking a cup of coffee when I finally found the kitchen. It was clean, showing very little signs of use though fully stocked, and filled with electronics of which I had no clue the purpose of. It was an impressive kitchen though I had not been in many Midgardian ones.

Tony didn't even look up from the electronic device he was working on. "Feel free to help yourself to whatever. I have leftover take out in the fridge and its also fully stocked if you feel like cooking." I stared at him slightly shocked before heading towards the fridge. For someone who had recently been my enemy he was surprisingly comfortable in my presence and it made me curious.

The fact he didn't treat me with hate and had actually saved me made me feel warm inside. I wanted to return the favor. "Are you going to be eating?"

Tony glanced up from his tablet in surprise. "I was going to have some leftovers." He said with a shrug. I frowned as I looked through the contents of his fridge. He had some leftover Chinese food but I didn't think that would do for breakfast. I wanted to make him something to repay him for what he had done for me.

"I will make you something." It wasn't really a question or offer. It was a statement. I pulled out eggs, bacon and sausage to cook and started on them. I fried up the bacon and sausage first, ignoring Tony when he came to stand near me, watching me work over my shoulder. The eggs went on next in the bacon grease and I gave a small chuckle when I heard Tony's stomach growl.

Tony looked at the meal I had fixed before giving me a smile. "This looks good. I didn't know you could cook. Thor sure as hell can't." He looked slightly ashamed after saying that. "Sorry."

I simply shrugged it off as I dished him up. "Think nothing of it." After I dished myself up I muttered quietly. "I learned to cook while Thor was learning to be king." I noticed the frown on Tony's face, his eyes taking on an almost sad look.

"Well this is delicious. Thank you for making it."