"Hey, try this one on!" Tony said, and tossed the shirt right over his shoulder without pause in looking through the box of clothes. He had no clue whether Loki caught it or had to scramble to get it, but that's really on him he decided.

Shortly after the slap, the two finished their meal without a word. And then, Tony noticed some fresh blood on Loki. Being responsible, he quickly worked to fix that. He re-cleaned the wounds and applied new bandages. The whole time he ignored Loki's stare, afraid one of them might crack and go into another emotional argument. Tony really didn't want to touch on that though it was inevitable. He hoped he had enough time to avoid any touchy-feely things until he got his own self together. But then again, that could take years.

He then noticed Loki's old bedraggled tunic and pants. Deciding it wasn't sanitary to keep him in that, he decided to take Loki to his closet to change.

Nothing fit him of course. The reindeer was just too damn tall and ended up ripping a few shirts of Tony's. Fortunately, none of them were too expensive and Tony could just purchase more.

The iron man resulted to searching through his "box of one-night stands" he kept deep in his closet. It was just a large cardboard box where he store all the clothes left after a crazy night and even some of Pepper's old outfits. In fact, his ex-girlfriend personally donated a lot of clothes to the box after their break-up. It was her way of getting rid of the old memories and also, as she put it, "assisting the poor dears who get dragged here for a night."

It had hurt Tony when she practically bad mouthed him and the tower, but he swallowed that down. It was actually useful as some nights did get pretty rough. A few ladies had actually contributed, others took something with them, and it became a communal thing around the place.

Now it would help Loki out. There was bound to be something his size, as knowing Tony, he had people of all shapes and sizes over. He swore he's had a few nights with some girls taller than the "god" anyway.

So far he had picked out two other shirts, each two sizes too small. He had to really dig down, push the revealing stuff to the side, and finally find the bigger stuff at the bottom. He threw a pair of black jeans over his shoulder, then a belt, then a band t-shirt. He rifled around, selected a few more shirts, and then his fingers froze when they came in contact with a familiar fabric.

Soft, lightweight, easily wrapping around his fingers. He remembered the feel very well, especially on this particular garment.

It was a nice day, not a cloud in the sky. They were walking down the crowded streets, hand in hand, sunglasses on. No one recognized them yet, but they had a good half an hour before someone did. But that was all they needed. Pepper stopped him in front of a rather trendy looking store; the name eluded him but the feel of her breath on his neck didn't. "Tony, look at that."

In the shop window was a few mannequins, but the particular she was pointing to was right in front of them. Posing it's skinny body in a neutral stance, it was modeling the garment very well. The two stared at it for a few minutes before walking into the store and getting one for Pepper. He was so happy to see her shriek in excitement, to watch her tell the cashier she'd wear it out.

The cashmere v-neck sweater hugged her frame perfectly, and the peachy tone made her skin glow. She was beautiful, the most he ever seen her. Better than the mannequin by far in Tony's opinion. But Pepper rarely wore it, only twice he was sure. Both times took his breath away and he welcomed seeing her in it. But then she had washed it improperly, and it stretched out quite a bit. It became too big for her though it was still a great sweater.

But she put it in the cardboard box. He understand why and couldn't blame her completely; it was such a good memory of them together and if she held on to it, she would've come back. He wished she still had it.

"S-Stark?" came Loki's timid voice, jerking Tony back to present times. He turned around, sweater still in his hands and gave a faint nod.

He managed to fit in the pants, though they were probably an inch too short, the belt fit his skinny waist, but one of the band t-shirts he had was stuck on his head. The neck part was way too small.

Chuckling at the sight, Tony searched through his closet for a pair of scissors. He found one tucked away in the corner then turned back to Loki. Setting it beside the Asgardian, Tony reached over and gently tugged at the shirt. He was trying to pull it off, and Loki just watched him.

Finally, when Loki decided to help by pulling too, it came loose. If it had hurt him, he didn't say a word.

Tony straightened out the shirt on the floor, pulling out some wrinkled, before bringing scissors to it. He gently cut the collar off, instead giving the shirt a small v-neck (he didn't want to risk a scoop or anything else as he wasn't used to cutting up shirts). He threw the cut-off part to the side, then cut off the sleeves.

When he was done converting it into a tank, he passed it over to his guest who put it right on. The new tank went on with ease, and luckily, it fit Loki decently. The cut into the collar Tony made had cut off just a tip of the Sound of Silence, Simon and Garfunkle shirt, but the whole thing was fine. Tony did a quick look over, admiring his work.

And hey, he had to admit, besides the bandages, Loki looked pretty nice. Though dressed in a gray top and black bottoms, he was definitely good looking. He shrugged those thoughts off though, as his goal was complete. He decided that he would go shopping for some shoes for him once he got better.

"Okay, looking good," Tony said, clasping his hands together. "I'll show you where you can sleep, and then I need to get to work."