Loki got to his feet, starting to back away from the other two as Thor got up as well, holding out his hands towards Clint. "Barton, he means no harm… He is being peaceful this time… He has changed…"

The assassin ignored the god of thunder, striding past him to Loki and grabbing him by the collar, throwing the startled god on the floor on his back. "He's never peaceful, and he's never going to change!" Clint got down on top of Loki, pinning him to the ground and glaring into his eyes.

"Ohhhhh… ehehehe… He's still mad about the mind control thing Thor…" Loki grinned, looking over to his brother, who seemed unsure of what to do.. Of course the big oaf doesn't want to hurt his little friend… Good thing he's not your friend Loki then you wouldn't be able to kick his ass… Well no-one is, but that means you aren't weak… Right… Now… Loki smirked to himself, then flipped their positions, pinning the archer to the ground by his neck and slowly encasing it in ice.

"Brother stop!" Thor called out, starting over towards the others, hand outstretched to grab onto Loki. The raven haired god turned to look at him, smirking and teleporting himself and Clint to the roof, leaving clones there to distract Thor for a couple seconds before letting the illusions go.

Loki threw Clint across the roof, the ice encasing his neck cracking and falling away as he hit the concrete, skidding across it. "You pathetic mortal…" Loki growled, walking over to him and stepping on his chest, slowly adding pressure. "You really think you can defeat me, a god, when all you are is a worthless vermin with good aim…"

Clint grabbed Loki's leg, yanking it out from under him so the god fell on top of him, then rolled to pin him once more, hands around the other's throat, squeezing roughly. "You fucking arrogant son of a bitch… I can kick your pompous, conceited ass, and I will kill you for what you made me do… How many agents you made me kill…" he growled the words, squeezing harder, not paying attention to the huge grin on Loki's face.

In the next instant Loki was gone, standing across the roof instead. Clint drew his bow, loosing an arrow that would have hit his mark dead in the eye, but instead went right through the clone that had been standing there while the real Loki threw a dagger at Clint, hitting him in the side.

The assassin fell to his knees, gasping, and grabbing at his side, his bow falling to the ground beside him. "Fuck… you… Loki…" Barton panted out, looking at the god as he sauntered over, the huge grin still on his face.

"Ehehehe… Clint Barton… I would not have preferred to kill you… What with how useful you were to me last time I was here… But alas, we find ourselves opposed, so the task of killing you falls upon me." He shrugged, summoning up another dagger and bringing it back to stab the assassin in the heart.

Clint's arm came up just in time, grabbing onto the god's arm and twisting it, causing him to drop the weapon. The injured man got to his feet as he twisted his assailant's arm further, flipping him onto his back and standing triumphant with his foot on Loki's neck. "It seems the task of killing you.." he said you with emphasis, smirking and pushing down on the other's neck a little. "Falls upon me, Loki…"

Loki rolled his eyes as Clint turned his words against him, hands moving to grab at the shorter man's leg, and prevent his own death, but his efforts were unnecessary. Thor had found the pair just as the short man stepped onto Loki's neck and grabbed Barton by the back of his shirt, throwing him away from his adoptive brother. He grabbed Loki's hand, pulling him to his feet, then turned on Clint, rage coursing through his veins.

"You dare attack my brother? When I had specifically informed you that he did indeed come with peaceful intentions, you still felt that you were in the right to attack? Go seek assistance for your wound, Barton, and do not make the mistake of laying a finger on my brother ever again, or I shall have to deliver the consequences myself!"

Clint nodded, pulling off his shirt and tearing it to use it as a bandage on his bleeding side. He made his way inside, then down to the R&D floor, limping into the lab Tony and Bruce were working in. "Fuck! What the hell happened to you?" Tony exclaimed, staring at Clint and hitting Bruce's shoulder to make him look.

"Clint… Sit down.. Let me take a look at this…" Dr. Banner walked over, grabbing the first aid kit off the wall and walking over to his injured friend. Tony joined them, watching curiously as Bruce pulled the bandages off of Clint, and cleaned the dagger wound. "Wow… That looks deep… Thankfully it doesn't seem to have caused too much damage.. I'll stitch it up and put some antiseptic cream on it…" he got the needle and thread out while he spoke, nodding to Clint. "Why don't you tell Tony what happened while I do this… It'll distract you…"

Clint looked at Tony, taking a deep breath before speaking. "Loki… Is here, Tony… Did you know that?" The billionaire nodded, and the assassin scowled, shaking his head. "So you believe Thor's bull about Loki being.. Here peacefully? That guy and peace just don't mix Tony! He did this to me, and tried to kill me!"

Tony's expression went from concerned, to pissed, to strangely calm as Clint spoke. "Tony..?" Bruce asked, reaching a hand out and grabbing the man's arm. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine.. I just.. I need to go talk to Thor and Loki.." he muttered, walking out of the lab and into the elevator, taking it upstairs. He stopped to put on his suit before flying up to the roof, landing in front of Thor and Loki, who had been standing near the edge, talking.

Loki had been telling Thor how Clint had continued to attack him, even after he'd offered to surrender, when Tony showed up, and he stopped mid-sentence, staring at the man. "Oh, friend Stark.." Thor gave a smile, turning a bit to face him. "Why have you put on your suit? Is something the matter?"

Thor seemed genuinely confused, so Tony slid the visor up, looking at him with a slightly amused expression. "Well I don't know Thor, is the ice princess over there going to try and stab me too?"

"Ah.. I see Barton found you then…" Thor grimaced, placing a hand on Loki's shoulder to hold him back as he had growled and started towards Tony on the 'ice princess' comment.

"Yeah. He found us, and got Bruce to stitch up the wound your brother left! Look, Loki, you can't just fucking mess shit up whenever you feel like it! First you impersonate me, then get me to have sex with myself so you have something to hold over me, then you fight with and nearly kill one of my friends, so I'm not really feeling the whole thing where you have none but peaceful intentions towards us!"

"He attempted to kill me first, Tony Stark, and I don't recall having to force you to have sex with me, so you can't say that was entirely my fault there. Forgive me for not wanting to die at the hands of a grudge holding mortal!" Loki huffed, shrugging Thor's hand off and starting to walk away from Thor and Tony.

"Why don't you just go home, Loki?" Tony called after him, exasperated with the god's attitude. "Just go home, and leave the earth alone!"

"I can't go home you pathetically idiotic mortal!" Loki yelled, turning on the spot and glaring at the man in the robotic suit. "I cannot. Just. Go. Home." he stated each word firmly, the word 'home' bearing the most pain and scorn out of all of them.

"Why not?" Tony frowned, walking over to Loki and crossing his arms. "Why can't you go home then?" he raised a brow, waiting for an answer from the god, who so far was just staring at him like he had just suggested that Loki should turn into a unicorn and prance away on a rainbow, which mind you, he probably could if he really wanted.

"I don't have a home, Tony." Loki stated, then laughed weakly, shaking his head. "I don't have a home. Asgard is not my home, not with how much the people there hate me, and Jotunheim is out of the question, obviously. The other realms would not take me, and frankly, I wouldn't care to live there either. I have no home." he restated the word, then scoffed.

Tony stared at him, then sighed, shaking his head. "Loki, home isn't just… Somewhere to live. Asgard is your home, it's where you grew up isn't it? I mean… Home is not that easily defined… I just.." he sighed, then rubbed his face. "Look, this is going to sound really fucking cheesy, but home… Home is where the heart is, okay? So maybe… Maybe if you figure out where your heart is, then you can find out where your home is." he nodded, then looked between the brothers before flying back downstairs and going inside, getting out of the suit and grabbing a glass of scotch, sitting on the couch and rubbing his face.

Thor turned to Loki after Stark had left, sighing softly and reaching a hand out to gently hold his shoulder. "Loki… Brother… Perhaps if we talked to Tony… We could find somewhere that we can live.. Perhaps he has a spare property or-"

"Shut up Thor!" he growled, shaking his head and walking over to the edge of the roof, sitting on it with his feet dangling off the side. "Just go! Just go and… And let me think…" he hissed, waiting for Thor to walk away, sitting there and holding his head, his mind spinning with what Tony had said.

If home was really where the heart was… Then where was his heart? Where was it?