This chapter has some hulkiness. Which I'm kind of rubbish at explaining. So bare with me on that. Otherwise, enjoy :)

"LOKI!" Steve yelled at the emptiness, looking frantically around, face glowing red as he fought the anger bubbling up inside him. Next to him, Bruce was doing the exact same thing.

"Bruce?" Clint was saying quickly, staring worryingly at his friend, who was slowly turning a faint green. "Bruce.. Come on calm down.." Clint tried to calm him down but wasn't prevailing and Bruce started to grow in size, his shirt ripping as his torso expanded.

"Hello? I'd like to report a kidnapping.." Steve quickly twirled around to face the shop keeper, who was talking down the phone. He'd forgotten they weren't alone in the shop.

"You have to go. Now." He said quickly and urgently as he watched Bruce grow rapidly. The man dropped the phone and clambered to the door. Apparently he payed attention to the news.

"Bruce, calm, Bruce!" Steve said sternly yet soothingly, trying to calm the now deep green man down. Clint and Steve blinked up into the Hulks face. He looked slightly pissed off.

"Puny God take child Man of Iron. Hulk smash Puny God!" Hulk roared, and started pounding his fists on the counter.

Five minutes later

"I'm sorry." Bruce groaned as he lay in the remnants of what was once a 7/11. "Did I hurt you?"

"No." Clint quickly said, trying to cover up the cut on his head.

"Bruce, if its all the same to you, we really need to get going." Steve told them, nursing his bruises cheekbone.

"C'mon then." Bruce said, starting to sit up. Clint threw some spare clothes at him. Bruce took them up and pulled them over his plaster-dust covered body.

The three climbed into the Quinjet, bound straight back to New York.

Loki carried on cradling Tony as they reappeared on the corner of a busy street, pedestrians and cars whizzing past as he surveyed the surroundings.

Ahead of him, stood the grand building that was Stark Tower, towering over the other buildings, but still holding a supreme edge of style, so that it stood out as bold as black against yellow. There's one thing Loki couldn't deny, Stark had style.

It was a risky move, coming back to New York. But it was necessary none the less. Tony was still sound asleep as he began walking briskly across the road. It was kind of mean, really. Taking a child. Even if it was Tony Stark really. This kid was innocent, he had no idea that the man holding him had once thrown him out of a window.

He backed into an alley slowly, and gently woke Tony up. Who yawned, and then sprang back into life almost a second later.

"Did you see that?! That was Captain America! Again! Is he coming to get me? Are we on the run now? Did my Dad find him? Are we running from him? 'Cus honestly Mr Loki.. I don't think you'll win." Tony ranted, waving his arms madly as Loki held him at arms length. He sighed and placed him down.

"You, ah, you know how this works don't you?" Loki asked, looking at the kid who was bouncing excitedly up and down.

"Yeah. I think. But this is the best one ever!" Tony grinned excitedly. Loki closed his eyes and opened them again, panicking suddenly as he saw that Tony was no longer there.

"Mr Loki? Sir? Look! Look at this!" Tony was standing at the edge of the alley, right next to the hustle of the Main Street, pointing excitedly at something. Loki swaggered over to him. Eyes falling on the structure Tony was pointing at.

"It says Stark! I'm Stark! Did my Dad build that? Are we in New York? I've never been to New York. Actually I have. Actually I don't know. Have you ever been to New York before? Can we go and see my Dad?" Tony was bouncing again, giving him strange looks from passers by.

"No. Yes. Yes. No." Loki answered all the questions at once. Tony's face rose and fell with each word.

"Oh. So now what?" Tony asked, staring at Loki, who was losing his patience. Only slightly though.

"We're going to Stark Tower." Loki said simply, Tony's face turned to that of great confusion.

"But you said.."

"I said we can't see your dad."

"Why not?"

"Because he's dead."

Loki realised he'd made a mistake almost at once as Tony's bottom lip began to tremble, before tears began spurting from his eyes like that of a SpongeBob cartoon.

"What did you to him?!" Tony yelled, punching Loki's knee caps, hard. Way too hard for a seven year old.

Loki was confused. He thought Tony had hated his father. Like he hated his. His adoptive father. Tony obviously felt some resentment towards him because he was his real father. Loki crouched down.

"He's not your real father." Loki assured him. Tony bit back more tears.

"But.. But then.. Who..?"

"Captain America. And he wants you. He wants you because he wants something you have. I'm trying to protect you, Tony. He wants something that you have. And he'll stop at nothing to get it. He's like the bad guys you see on the television. Only ten times worse. He's evil Tony. He'll destroy you. I'm trying to protect you."

Tony collapsed into Loki's arms, hugging him.

"Please Mr Loki Sir, don't let him get me." Tony sobbed, hugging Loki tightly.

Loki couldn't help but grin broadly as he patted him on the back.

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