I'm sorry to anyone who has read this fic: I got horrid writer's block on this, and after a while I sort of gave up on trying to work it out - but, I've recently been inspired NOT to give up. So, I worked on this and managed to get it done. Finally.
... While doing that, I realized I hate how I've written the previous chapters, so, I'm going to try to improve that, and write longer chapters! (err, starting next chapter.)
Now, without further adu, I present to you (after too many months(Ipromisenottodothatagain)) chapter 6:

It finally hit him.

It had finally hit Tony that he was hiding the God that had tried to, and was probably planning to, kill him. Not only that, but he was acting as though he were in love with him. Oh, that was the best part; faking feelings for an evil villain of the opposite gender. That couldn't be more difficult.

However... if he could get Loki to trust him like he 'trusted' Loki, he could try to get him to stop with his idea of world domination, or try to find out his plans and spoil them before he even had a chance to even begin to unravel them. That was his genius master plan.

Regardless of his intentions, though, his situation was overwhelming. He wasn't good at feelings. He didn't do relationships. Pepper was his second real girlfriend - his first one in... how many decades? He was a playboy; he did one night stands and had fuck buddies, nothing more than that. How was he supposed to believably fake love, of all emotions? It just wasn't possible. He could do almost anything... just, not this.

Suddenly, his breathing began to quicken in short, quick pants. He was panicking too much. Fuck. "Jarvis, put the song on," Tony requested as he pulled the car over and tightly gripped the steering wheel, knowing that Jarvis would know exactly what he meant.

"Yes, Sir," Jarvis replied, a second before the song that Pepper had put on a CD to help calm him down played throughout the car stereo.

Tony had no idea what the song was called or who it was by. He hadn't even listened to it until now. All he knew was Pepper said it was Japanese music, and it was the most calming thing she had ever heard, and he needed to stay calm, so he finally gave it a chance.

Keeping his hands tightly around the steering wheel, Tony swallowed hard and closed his eyes before trying to take in slow, deep breaths.

Think happy thoughts, he told himself. Happy, like Pepper... who might break up with me. Oh God, what if she never speaks to me again? I can't even handle these fucking attacks, how can I expect her to?

That's not happy. Push that out of your mind. Think... Iron Man. Yes. I am Iron Man and I save lives. I saved the entire world with Nat, Clint, Steve, Bruce and Thor... who's brother tried to take over the world... with aliens... and I'm now living with that psychopa–

Don't think of that, don't think of that, don't think of that, don't think of that.

With his happy thoughts not turning out to be very happy at all, Tony did his best to completely clear his mind of all thoughts. He took in a deep breath and held it, trying to concentrate on the music.

Just less than ten minutes later, he had miraculously managed to calm down enough to open his eyes and loosen his grip on the steering wheel. He sighed out a gust of air and took in a few deep breaths before turning off the music and continuing to drive.

Of course there was only one place he wanted to go: a bar. There was one about half an hour from the tower, that made the best drinks. He didn't have enough time to make it there as often as he'd like to, but tonight he just had to go.

Some fifteen minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot. He turned the car off, got out, stuffed his keys in his pocket and swung the front door of the bar open so fast he nearly broke it off the hinges.

"TONY!" the bartender yelled, more than pleased to see his favourite customer.

Tony immediately grinned in response. He loved the guy - even if his good treatment was probably based off of how much money he spent when he came, but Tony didn't really care. He had some pretty good conversations with the guy, he made the greatest drinks, and he didn't limit Tony. That was all Tony cared for.

"Hey, my man!" Tony greeted as he sat in a stool at the counter. "How's business?"

"Better now that you've arrived. Where've ya' been lately?"

Tony shrugged, "a bit busy," being too depressed to get out of bed until an evil God started living in the tower, whom I'm now 'in love' with, "you know how it is."

"Yeah, I hear 'ya. So, what'll it be?"

"Gimme my usual, scotch on the rocks with a twist."

"You know, I've got something better."

"Better? Are you sure? You know I love my scotch."

"And I know you'll love this. Here," he poured Tony a glass of something, mixed with something else, with ice.

Tony didn't even hesitate. He grabbed the glass and took a sip. "What is it? You know what - I doubt I'll remember. You remember that I like this - and keep 'em coming."

Five or six drinks later, Tony was sitting atop of the counter, singing along with the radio that was faintly playing in the background of dozens of conversations.

"Babe," Tony spoke over his shoulder to his bartender, "you got any pizza?"

"Already ordered," the bartender responded while dealing with another customer. It probably looked weird: a bartender ordering pizza for a drunken customer. He thought Tony was a hoot, though - and as high as Tony's bill always was, he never tipped less than a hundred dollars. Once, he tipped a thousand - of course, that was when the bar was at risk of going bankrupt, but nonetheless. He was in debt to Tony, and if Tony wanted pizza, he was damn sure gonna get some. "It should be here anytime."

"Y'know, I could marry you?" Tony sang.

Not too long later, the pizza arrived. Tony took the pizza and began chowing down, while the bartender took care of paying for the pizza and tip, knowing full well Tony would repay him when he paid his bill.

After Tony had eaten half of the pizza, he began to feel more sober, so he requested another drink, which was granted.

"Mr. Stark?" a female voice suddenly rang. If Tony didn't know any better, he'd have thought that an angel was calling his name - but such things didn't exist

He set his drink down and turned around in his chair too quickly, causing the room to spin as he slid off the stool. Carefully, he got himself on his feet, gripping the counter to ensure he didn't fall again. Finally, he looked at the woman in front of him, and an eyebrow was instantly raised as he began to check her out.

She was perfect in every way. She was wearing a black dress that hung just below her knees, but it had a slit in the side that went all the way up to her hips, almost showing too much. The same couldn't be said about her cleavage, though. Damn, her dress went low - that, or she had her boobs pushed up too high. Either way, Tony was going to have a hard time keeping eye contact.

She was sexy as hell, but she didn't quite seem like the normal girls that wanted his attention. Maybe it was her squared, black glasses that made her look a bit more professional, or her pin straight black hair that went down her ass, or maybe it was the fact that she wearing flats, as opposed to heels. Tony couldn't tell; he was too hazy. All he knew was that she managed to pull off the look flawlessly, while most others would just look like a hooker or something, and that made him want her much more than he wanted anyone else.

"Hey," Tony winked.

"I hear you're the go-to man if you're looking for some fun?"

Tony's eyebrows raised, as did his hopes. "You heard right. Lookin' for some fun?"

"I wasn't... until I saw you. Think you can live up to your reputation?"

"For you? I -" Tony cut himself off, suddenly remembering Loki. Loki, Loki, Loki... how would he react? Tony was supposed to be in love with the guy, and they were getting along very well - or, as good as they ever would. Tony didn't want to ruin that and get himself killed. Besides, if Loki found out that he had been lying all along? He was certain Loki would do something worse than kill him. "I don't think I can."

"I'm sorry, you're slurring," she smiled an award winning smile. "Did you say yes?"

"I'm kind of in a relationship right now."

"Are you? I didn't peg you as the relationship kind of guy. I'm sorry. I'll just... be on my way, then," she smiled apologetically, and touched his shoulder, running her hand down his arm before turning to leave.

Realizing he was about to lose the greatest girl he had ever seen, he quickly stood up straight, ready to chase after her, "wait." Loki didn't have to know, right? He a magical god, but he wasn't a mind reader - besides, Tony 'loved' him. They weren't dating.

"Yes?" she asked, swiftly turning back around.

"I'm not. It's not a real relationship. I mean, it is, but it isn't. It's not like, official or anything. Just two people fucking around. Not that we do that - we've never done that. Oh, that'd be gross."

She smiled, and her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Mr. Stark, where are you going with this?"

"Hunny, if you came looking for some fun, I'll give you the most fun you'll ever have."

"Is that so?" she grinned.

"Under one condition."

"You have a condition?" her tone was completely dissatisfied.

"Two."

She simply crossed her arms across her chest, waiting to hear the conditions that he had.

"First, you can't be a hooker."

"Would that not require you to pay me?"

"You could bill me. It's happened before."

"I am not a hooker."

"Didn't think so. A hooker would make that outfit look, y'know," he shrugged, "slutty. You make it look damn good. Still had to make sure, though."

"Second condition?"

"We can't go to my place. It's gotta be at yours."

"That, I can do. Give me your keys."

"My keys?"

"Your car keys. You can't drive, that's obvious, and I'm not going in a taxi, as I'm sure you don't want to."

Without a word, Tony grabbed his keys from his pocket and handed them to her. "Shall we?" he asked, holding his arm out after she took the keys.

She linked her arm in his, allowing him to escort him out - or, more realistically: she helped him walk out.

They got in the car, and she gave him a rather confused look, "what do I do?"

"I thought you said you could drive?"

"Not this, I have no idea how it works. How do I go?"

Tony laughed, "you're gorgeous enough, you don't have to play dumb. I'm sure you can figure it out, it's not that technical."

"It works for me. How do I go?"

"Put the key there, turn it key, shift the gear to the D, put your foot on the petal, steer."

"Which petal?" she asked after having completed the previous directions.

"The right one. The left are brakes."

"Gotcha," she winked before flooring it. They both got pushed back into their seats from the force, but neither said a word about it.

Tony only grinned, not wanting to object to her speeding. He thought it was exhilarating; having someone drive as fast as him. Besides, they probably wouldn't get stopped. A pro of not having a secret identity was that after saving a few cop's lives, they often let him off the hook for speeding. Since they were using his car, their chances of a cop even considering chasing after them were slim.

Within no time, she pulled the car over in front of a house above average size.

"Nice place," Tony approved.

"Yeah? Wait 'till you see the bed."

"Why exactly are we waiting?"

"Now that's a good question. Come on," hhe jumped out of the car, running to the front door.

Tony followed, not quite as fast.

"It's locked. Can you pick it?"

"You don't have keys?"

"Where am I going to put them?" she stepped back and held her arms out. "I'm not carrying anything."

"Right. Okay, um. No. I don't have anything to use."

She groaned, "great. Fine, I'll try." She inserted her fingernail into the deadbolt, and with a swift movement, it was unlocked.

"I have never understood how women do that. Do you possess magic?"

She snorted, "because that exists."

"You never know."

Saying nothing more, she opened the door and turned on the lights. "Find my bedroom in under thirty seconds and I'll reward you."

"With...?"

"I promise it'll be worth it," she seductively whispered in his ear.

The next second, Tony was gone, searching her house for her bedroom.

"Found it!" Tony yelled from a room with pink walls so light it was almost white, and what had to be a Queen sized bed with leopard blankets.

"That you have. Congratulations."

"My reward?"

She stepped into Tony's arms, placing a lustful, passionate, hungry kiss on his lips.

Between the sun in his eyes and the rustling of the blankets caused by the movement beside him, Tony slowly opened his eyes with a groan, trying his best to ignore his headache. He looked over at the woman he had just had the most amazing night of his life with, and smiled. "Good morning, gorgeous," Tony murmured, kissing her nose.

"I was just about to get up and leave you a note. I have to go to work."

"I guess that means no morning sex?"

"As tempting as that sounds..."

"Don't worry, I get it."

"That you do, Iron Man." She jumped out of bed, grabbing a new outfit. Tony shamelessly watched as she dressed in her undergarments, then a dress shirt and some classy black pants. Once she had dressed, Tony got up and found his own clothes.

"So, what would this note have said?" Tony asked as they reached the front door.

"Probably... something like, 'I don't really do one night stands, but this one is an exception. Maybe we could do it again, sometime?'"

"I'm up for it. You know where to find me." Tony kissed her cheek softly before heading off to his car to drive home.

"Where have you been?" Loki questioned without looking up from his book, the second Tony walked through the door.

"Hello to you, too," Tony muttered as he closed the door and leaned back against it. He was surprised he had made it home before he vomited - he felt unbelievably nauseous. "I got too drunk. Blacked out somewhere."

Loki smirked.

"What's so funny?"

"You. It is so... typical. You are an idiot."

"Thanks for your concern."

"What is there to possibly be concerned about?"

"I don't know, maybe I gambled and lost my armour, my tower, my mansion, maybe I blurted out that I'm keeping a God hidden in said tower, or maybe I lost the car and had to walk home, and I broke my hand which you haven't seen me use yet."

Loki looked up from his book to look at Tony, "did any of that happen?"

"... No."

"Well then -"

"but it could have."

"Are you upset about my not being concerned, Stark?" Loki questioned, with a tone of disbelief and amusement.

"No." Tony answered simply, taking a second to think before saying anything more. If he wanted Loki's trust, he had to spend time with him, which he clearly going to have to fight for, since Loki wasn't overly enthusiastic about spending much time with Tony. He took in a deep breath, and sighed. "If you were gone the night, I'd be searching everywhere in New York."

"Yes, -" Loki began.

"I'm in love with you," Tony continued, cutting him off, "and what are you? I have to bribe you to spend time with me." With a huff of his breath, Tony shrugged his coat off and swung it on the back of the couch, trying to seem bothered.

"And then you break those promises..."

"Well, you could be nicer, or even pretend to want to spend time with me."

"Hmm." Loki set his book down and gave Tony his full attention. "I suppose you are right. Do forgive me. I shall make note to not be so... mean."

"Uhh..." Tony trailed off, staring at him. Did he just fall right into Tony's plan? Or did he have a plan of his own? Why did he agree so suddenly; so easily? Tony shook his head, kicking his shoes off, "I'm sure."

"Allow me to prove it. Where were you last night?"

"I told you...?"

"Ah, ah, ah. I am the God of Lies. I know you are lying to me, Stark. Do share your adventure with me."

Fuck. Oh fuck. Tony took in a deep breath and sat on the couch parallel to the chair Loki was in.

"I went to a bar. My favourite bar. I got drunk."

"Yes, and?"

"And what? There's nothing to it. I passed out in my car."

"Did you?"

"Yes."

"And it could not have driven you home?""

"Err... no. Technology isn't that advanced, yet." As if it wasn't possible to make, anyways.

"Then I suppose it is lucky that you had your car to pass out in."

Tony nodded, agreeing, as he sat down on the couch, facing the chair Loki was in. "How was your night?"

"Quiet. Lonesome."

"Sorry."

"How are you feeling, then?"

"Fi - oh," Tony put his hands on his stomach. "Maybe not." He jumped to his feet and ran to the kitchen sink, unable to make it to the bathroom. Half a second after he got there, his pizza and all of that alcohol came up.

"That is disgusting," Loki noted from the doorway.

Tony coughed and turned the tap on, then flipped Loki off.

Loki made an offended noise, and walked over to Tony. He lifted Tony's shirt up, and put his hand on his stomach. Tony reached for his arm to remove it, but Loki used his other hand to grab Tony's. A moment later, his magic slipped from his hands, healing Tony.

"That is nice," Tony nearly moaned.

Loki slipped his hand out of Tony's shirt, and took a step back.

"So you can heal others?"

"Yes, if I desire."

"You desire my health," Tony winked. "Thank you."

Loki nodded, and left for the living room.

Tony cleaned out the sink, then followed. "Well, my stomach's empty. Wanna go get breakfast?"

"Where?"

"I know a place that makes really good pancakes."

"Where?" Loki repeated.

"It's... about a fifteen minute drive."

"I am not getting in any of your cars. Think of an alternative."

"They have cherries - and whipped cream."

Loki shook his head.

"Dammit," Tony sighed. "Okay, uhh... There's a place just down the road. I've never been there.. It doesn't look the greatest, but we can try it out."

Loki slowly nodded, "alright."

Tony stared at Loki for a few moments. "Can we...?" he trailed off, grabbing all of Loki's hair, and holding it up for a few seconds before dropping it. "Hold on," he said, running off to his bedroom. He picked through Pepper's things, until he finally found a hair elastic. He headed back out to Loki, and put his hair up.

"What are you doing?"

"People might recognize you. You're more recognizable with your armour and your horns... but everyone has still seen that hair."

"I do not approve of this."

"Yeah, well, I don't exactly approve of you ruling this planet. Guess we're even." Tony grabbed Loki's Batman shirt, and tossed it to him, "get dressed."

Without a word, Loki stood, and put his shirt on, then followed Tony to the door, putting his shoes on.

"Ready?" Tony asked, grabbing his coat.

Loki nodded.

Tony opened the door, and motioned for Loki to go ahead, then followed behind.

The walk to the restaurant was silent.

When they got there, the waitress was walking towards the kitchen with a stack of dirty dishes in her hands.

Tony took a second to check her out: brown hair half way down her back, long, tan legs - she didn't have much of an ass, but her chest more than made up for it. Still, after Tony's last lover, he didn't find her to be all that impressive.

"I'll be with you in one moment," she smiled, passing them.

Tony nodded, and began looking around the place while he waited. It wasn't anything special. Sure, it looked nice, but everything looked... cheap. It was all made of wood, and the cushions on the chairs and booths, as well as the curtains and the tablecloths were all made from white and blue checkerboard fabric. Hell, even the waitress's uniform was a blue shirt and white apron.

"T-Tony Stark?"

At the mention of his name, Tony's head snapped to face the waitress, who was frozen in place, staring at him. "Yep?"

Her eyes widened, and she scurried off to the kitchen so fast, she nearly dropped her plates.

"What is wrong with her?" Loki asked.

Tony chuckled, watching as she turned the corner, disappearing out of sight. "Fan girl, probably."

"Sounds terrible."

"Sometimes."

Moments later, the girl returned. Her hair was suddenly up, she was wearing earrings and she had lipstick on. Tony smiled at her, and Loki rolled his eyes. "Follow me, please."

Tony nodded, and motioned for Loki to go on ahead. Loki gave Tony a look, but followed, and as they were led to a booth at the back of the restaurant. They got in, and the woman handed them menus, "I- um... Can I start you off with anything to drink?"

"I'll have coffee," Tony requested. "Lo - er, Laurence, will probably have coffee, too."

"Will I?" Loki questioned.

"Considering you woke me up and had a fit when you didn't get your coffee, yes."

"Ah," Loki nodded. "I like coffee."

The woman looked at the two of them, then nodded, scurrying off, again.

"We must pick a better name."

"Why do you hate Laurence? You know, I'm sure all of the Laurence's on Earth are really offended by that. Good luck getting them to kneel for you."

Loki snorted, "they will kneel."

"So, Laurence, what would you prefer to be called?" Tony asked, changing the subject. "I've already started calling you Laurence, so we probably shouldn't change it, now. What if I call you Mr. uhh.. Mr. Smith?"

"That is even worse than Laurence."

"I'm open to suggestions."

"It does not matter, now."

"What about Wayne? Laurence Wayne."

"Wayne?"

"Yeah, Batman's secret identity. He's Bruce Wayne. You should know that, you're wearing his shirt."

Before Loki could reply, the woman came back steadily carrying a tray on her hand. She set the coffee mugs down in front of Tony and Loki, and set a small bowl containing packets of sugar and individual milk and cream cartons in the middle of the table.

"Thanks," Tony smiled.

"What did you do to this last time?" Loki asked.

Tony chuckled lightly and poured a portion of milk and two packets of sugar in Loki's coffee. "He got in an accident," he whispered to the waitress. "Amnesia."

She nodded, with a look of sorrow and understanding on her face. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Tony shrugged, "happens."

"Are you guys ready to order?"

"Oh," Tony laughed, looking down at his menu, "no, we haven't even opened the menu, yet. Sorry, we'll need a few minutes."

"No problem!" she shoved her notepad in her apron, and began backing away. "I'll come back, sorry."

Loki glared at her as she ran back down to the kitchen. "I do not like her."

"Why not? She seems sweet."

Loki shook his head, and took a sip of his coffee - then made a face. "This is horrid."

"Is it?" He took a sip of his own coffee, and made a similar face of disgust. "Yeah," he croaked out. "Gross. Well, let's see what else they've got." He opened the menu and looked at everything. "What do you say to the breakfast special?"

"Err... great?"

"Bacon, eggs, toast, home fries?"

Loki nodded, "okay."

"You have no idea what that is, do you?"

"No."

"You'll love it."

Tony set his menu down, just in time to see the woman walking towards them.

"Hi!"

"Hey, again. Haven't seen you in ages."

She giggled. "Have you decided yet?"

"Yeah, can we get two breakfast specials?"

"Sure! Umm... White, whole wheat, or rye bread?"

"Uhh... White. We'll have white."

She nodded, and scurried away, again.

"Gods, she is like a rat," Loki hissed.

Tony grinned. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You may, but I may not answer."

"When you came here, and we were fighting, I was drunk off my ass. Then, suddenly, I wasn't. How? Why?"

"You assume me to know?"

"Yeah, you're the magician."

Loki shook his head, "I do not," he paused. "Hmm. Perhaps... when I used my magic to catch you from falling, I also managed to heal you."

"Perhaps? You aren't sure?"

"No. I -" he shook his head, trying to think. "I have been practicing my healing abilities - I have only to assume that I healed you by instinct when I used my magic."

Tony shrugged, "okay... well, thanks, I guess."

Suddenly, the waitress came back, setting two plates on the table, in front of Tony and Loki. "There 'ya go!"

"That was fast. Did you know we were comin'?"

She giggled, and began heading back.

"Excuse me?" a male voice called out. "Did you just give away our breakfast? We were here first - we've been waiting ten minutes, and you juve gave our food away?"

Tony leaned out of the booth, looking down the aisle. "You know... we don't mind waiting," he told the waitress.

Her face turned red, and she apologized to both the man and Tony, then scurried to the kitchen.

"We should give -" Tony began.

"Goddamn billionaire, thinks he can whatever he wants," the man said, loud enough for Tony to hear.

Tony raised an eyebrow, and turned back to Loki, "never mind." His eyes fell to Loki's plate, which was half empty. He snorted, "guess that wouldn't have worked, anyway."

Loki wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, "what?"

"You're like a black hole."

"I am a God, and -"

"Let me guess," Tony interrupted. "You're a God, and you have a much bigger stomach than a 'mortal'."

"Exactly," Loki sneered, aggressively taking a bite of his bacon.

Tony laughed, and tore his toast, dipping it in the yolk of his egg. Loki watched, ever so intently.

"You know," Tony muttered, handing Loki the toast, "I might have to go away for a few days."

Loki took the toast, and slowly brought it up to his mouth, eating it. "Why?"

Tony shrugged, shoving a piece of egg-covered toast in his mouth. "Business trips, alien invasions, shit like that."

"I am not apologizing, if that is what you are trying to accomplish."

"No, I'm a genius; I know you wouldn't do that."

"How is everything?" the waitress asked.

"It's," Tony looked down at Loki's plate, "great. You can bring the bill anytime. This will be finished in a second," he pointed as his own plate.

The waitress nodded, and headed off.

"Here," Tony slid his plate towards Loki.

Loki gave him a questioning look.

"I need this to disappear into a black hole," he winked.

"You do not want it?"

Tony crinkled his nose, shaking his head.

Loki shrugged, and dug in.

When the waitress returned, the plate was empty.

Tony stood, and looked at the name-tag the waitress was wearing. Mary. "Mary... Nice name. Listen," he handed her a hundred dollar bill, "here's a hundred. Their breakfast is on me. Throw in a bit of extra everything, will 'ya? Keep their coffee mugs full. Let 'em know it was compliments of that goddamn billionaire. The rest is for you."

"I - I..."

Tony winked, and grabbed Loki's hand, leading him out. On their way by that man's table, he coughed, mustering out the word "spoiled." Tony simply stopped walking for a moment, to shoot the man the biggest shit eating grin he could manage, before continuing onwards.

"That was oddly kind," Loki noted.

"What?"

"Your donation."

Tony snorted, "you make it seem like that was charity."

"Wasn't it?"

Tony looked up at him. He was wearing a smug smile - that bastard, he was playing Tony's game; being an ass as innocently as possible. "I think I like you."

"You do not."

"I don't?"

"You love me."

Tony chuckled awkwardly, "yeah."

Loki suddenly stopped walking, and looked around. "What is there to do here?"

"I... uh. What kind of things do you want to do?"

"What do you do for fun?"

Tony looked around the street, frowning. What did he do for fun? Drink. Eat. Sleep. Fly. Party. Fuck. Tinker. "Nothing you'll find out here, I guess."

Loki sighed, and continued walking, heading back to the tower.

Once they were on their floor, Loki pulled his shirt off, and tossed it on the back of the couch. "Your realm is unbelievably dull."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your world, your people... is it all dull. I am not entirely sure why I wish to rule such a place. Perhaps you need me more than I thought."

"Are you kidding? Don't be so quick to judge, you haven't even seen anything yet, you've just been in my tower - and that alone should impress you."

"What on this realm is there worth seeing?"

"Out of everything in the world? Um, a lot. I'm a billionaire. I can show you the greatest things you'll ever see, and then some."

"I have been to far better places than this realm," Loki rolled his eyes, laying on the couch.

"You've only been here and the street - and the street doesn't hold anything of interest. This is a great place."

"I expect you can provide proof?"

"What?"

"Show me something 'great'."

Tony paused, thinking about what he could show Loki. There was only one great thing he could think of... Actually, there was seven. He began wondering off down the hall as pulled his phone out of his pocket and began dialing. He grabbed the tv remote from his bedroom, and walked back out to Loki.

"What is it?" Rhodey's voice asked through the phone.

"One sec," he tiled the phone away from his mouth, and handed the remote to Loki. "It's in my bedroom, Jarvis will help you." He turned and left the room, making his way down to his lab. "Rhodey, I need a favour."