Thor:

Thor was pretty sure he was the most uneasy out of the whole group, for great gods he was about to (maybe) find his brother. This was hope that he didn't have for a long time, but at the same time it was apprehensive to accept it; so many times he had felt false hope and it always a letdown in the end. He sat in the car constantly twisting his hands and jiggling his leg. He kept looking out the window and saw cars driving by, Thor kept thinking of his brother's face. Would they even recognize him? Would he have tattoos? All this thinking made his head hurt and just leaned against the cool window and fell asleep.

"Thor, common we're here!" Steve shook him away. Thor woke with a startle and blinked to clear his vision.

"Thank you Steve," he grumbled and slowly got out of the car. He looked at his phone and it was about 4:45, and with a missed call from Jane. He had told her that he was going to Harlem and she offered to come, but Thor knew she had a big science test today that if she got in the top 15 scores then she would get a huge college grant from MIT, and it was at noon at school and Thor didn't want her to rush, he wanted her to focus. (Even though Thor did want her here).

He got out of the car and looked around at the rundown spray-painted buildings, there was litter everywhere in the streets, broken windows- it made Thor sad. He just wanted to help everyone in trouble here even though he knew that it wasn't possible.

"Why this particular street?" Thor asked. Why not the street over or the street behind them?

"Because this is where all the gangs' territories collide, there are 3 main ones in Harlem so we'll have to split off if we want to leave her by dusk." Steve answered. Apparently he had done his research. Thor looked at his battered friend, he had told them that he got jump and by mere coincidence Bruce got into a fight with a person with the exact same tattoo as the one Steve fought.

"I highly ill-advice that," Bruce spoke up.

"But if we don't then we'll be here all day looking and I really don't want to spend the night in Harlem." Steve argued. Thor knew he was right, if they wanted to get back home in time they needed to go their separate ways.

"Fine…" Bruce mumbled under his breath. "Still think it's a bad idea."
"Great then," Tony smiled, he seemed back to his old annoying self. "I'm guessing Clint and Nat will go together considering they are now sleeping together." Clint gave him an angry looked that softened with his arm around Nat. "I'll go with Steve since he got beat up,"

"You should have seen the other guy," Steve smirked.

"And that leaves Bruce with Thor. Ok Mr. Research Man of Gangs, which ways do we go?" Tony turned to Steve. It was Steve who put the pieces together; he and Bruce both fought a guy with the same tattoo. It was Bruce's guy that made him realize that it was a gang, and it was Steve that researched gangs in the New York area and this was the place that had the most- so a higher chance of finding Thor's brother.

"Well there's the Flying Dragons, Black Spades and Torns. They are all very secretive and don't let out any information they don't want out. Even the cops still are having trouble figuring them out." Steve explained. "Flying Dragons are in the North part," pointed behind them. "Torns in the west, and Black Spades in the east. This is the most central spot they meet."

"Ok, so what? Look for clues for 4 hours then just meet back here?" Clint asked.

"That's the idea, everyone have their phone on just in case something goes wrong." Steve suggested.

"I feel like the freaking Scooby-Doo gang." Clint mumbled under his breath as he pulled out his phone.

"Rout row, Rlint rarton is rangry." Tony did his Scooby-Doo voice that was spot on. They all burst out in laughter in the vacant parking lot. Thor's being the loudest and most powerful and rang off the buildings. Clint's face was red and you could tell he was trying to look angry but was holding back a smile.

"Ok, so me and Tony will take the Black Spades," Steve started to speak up. "Clint and Nat take the Torns and Thor and Bruce take the Flying Dragons, so Clint and Nat that leaves you with the Torns." Steve assigned everyone their tasks- he was like their captain. They all went off in their separate directions all anxious to see what would happen.

Thor and Bruce went their own way North and kept getting weird looks from everyone around them, he guessed they didn't see a 6ft 9in giant with a 5ft 7in boy every day. Thor knew that just because he was big that didn't mean that Bruce was weak. He could hold his own with Thor when they spared. They continued to walk down the street bumping into people who looked like they were gonna hurt him if he gave them a wrong look. But every once in a while they would see a nice little boy or girl who would give them a smile, it made Thor feel good that not everyone was intimidated by his size.

After a while they started asking around about the Flying Dragons- they had to start somewhere. But not many people were willing to disclose any information they had. They were all jumpy and would shoo them off after just a couple of minutes. Finally they found an old Chinese man in a shop that was willing to talk.

"Yeah I know the group," he said in a tired voice. His face was wrinkled. "Most of the group is made of Chinese population- my grandson is involved with it. Got into it about 4 years ago when he was just 15." The man was obviously saddened by his grandson's decision.

"Do you know where we could find them?" Bruce asked.

"They usually hang around the old abandoned theater building two blocks from here," he looked down at the coffee in his hands. "If you're looking for someone you better get them out now…" it was as if the man read Thor's mind. The comment weighted down on him like cement blocks on his shoulders.

"Thank you for your time," Thor got up from the booth and ran out to the street. He wasn't going to waste any time to find Loki if he was here. He walked forcefully down the street with Bruce jogging to catch up with him.

"Now Thor, these people could be dangerous- they probably have killed people. What if can't get Loki back?" Bruce asked.

"He will come back, I will make him." And Thor meant that. He wasn't leaving until he and Loki were brothers again. Bruce sighed but didn't say anything, Thor was glad he did.

They found the old theater just where the man said, it was boarded up with spray-paint all over it with the most promenade being a Chinese Dragon with a red body with golden claws and teeth.

"Let's go," Thor said and ran to the side of the building. He couldn't see a way to get in so he went towards to the back when he was surprise to get elbowed in the face. He felt blood now pouring out of his nose when he saw a guy almost as tall as him standing there with what looked like was a crowbar in his hand. Thor got ready to fight. The guy swung but Thor ducked and kicked the guy in the back. Bruce ran up and saw that they were in trouble and got ready to fight. Thor looked around to see what he could use in a fight and by sheer luck there was an old hammer lying in the trash filled alley. He grabbed and helped Bruce who was currently boxing the guy. Thor jumped and with the hammer in his hand pounded it on the guys shoulder. There was a sickening breaking noise and the guy crumbled, but wasn't done yet. He used his fallen position to sweep the legs of Bruce who fell beside him. The guy grabbed his crowbar that was beside him and took it down on Bruce's chest who let out a cry when it connected with his ribs. Thor yelled at the stranger for hurting his friend and took the hammer and smashed it into the man's face who flung to one side. Thor grabbed the man's shirt and pushed him up against the building. His face was gashed on the side and he had a bloody mouth, Thor could smell the blood.

"WHERE IS LOKI?!" Thor demanded the bleeding stranger. All he did was spit in his face. "TELL ME!" And he shook him against the wall.

"I don't know a Loki," the man spat out. "Even if I did I wouldn't tell you."

"IF YOU WANT TO KEEP YOUR BODY IN ONE PIECE YOU WILL TELL ME THE NAMES IN YOUR GANG!" Thor yelled in his face, he noticed Bruce behind him getting up slowly from the ground.

"If I do, we're all dead," he looked this time. Thor saw the fear in his eyes and for some reason, he liked it. He liked being able to take out his anger on someone who may know something about his brother. Everything that had been building up for 2 year came out on this stranger that Thor didn't even know.

"NO WORSE THAN WHAT I CAN DO!" Thor threw the guy against the ground where he didn't get up imminently. Thor grabbed him again and threw him to the opposite building. "I WILL NOT ASK AGAIN STRANGER! IS THERE A BOY NAMED LOKI IN YOUR GANG?!"

"No-" he coughed out. He was bleeding worse this time and had dirt on his face. "Please, there is no one named Loki. All of us are Chinese, I swear to you." He guy was pleading. Thor could tell he was telling the truth and release the boy until he was slummed against wall on the ground. Thor thought about saying sorry but he didn't. What would a simple word accomplish? Thor was angry, not just at the random guy he just beat up, not at himself for letting him snap, but at the world. He was angry at everything and everyone; he stood there with fist clenched. He could hear Bruce shuffling behind not knowing what to do. Thor grabbed the hammer that was now covered with blood and dirt and walked off, he couldn't let the assault weapon be found. He ran to the street and threw it in the sewer. Bruce followed him but was still behind him.

"Please don't tell the other's Bruce," Thor begged him with tightness in his voice.

"Yeah, don't worry big guy. No one has to know." Bruce came up and patted Thor on the back. Thor was grateful for such a great friend. The stood there with people pushing past them and not giving them a second look. Thor was glad they didn't.