Tony had made quick work of getting them both in. He tipped off a few people in order to get Loki in without an i.d. Once they stepped into the dark room, it seemed as if the party just started. Neon lights flickered on all across the room, showing silhouettes of people dancing. The music was so loud, it vibrated the whole room, serving as a heartbeat for the party. Tony immediately mingled in with the rest of the dancers, simply telling them the bar was in another room. They followed his pointed finger.

It was indeed in another room, this one filled with dim light. The music was faded into the background, and they could hear each other speak. They took a seat on a couple of stools in front of the bar. A kind bartender who looked a little too young nodded his blonde head at them before running off to complete orders.

The two sat in awkward silence, listening to the muffled words of the music. Steve seemed lost in his own head, faraway worry sketched over his face. Loki was off in his own imagination, but he noticed the foreign expression on the captain's face.

"Steven, I don't understand," Loki began, finger twitching a little. "Why don't you buy yourself a drink? Drown whatever's bothering you away like other men?"

"Because I can't." the captain responded, a dark and lost look growing.

"I wouldn't think less of you if you did."

"It's not that, Loki." Steve sighed. "I just can't. I can't physically get drunk. I tried."

That started a long of silence. Loki simply looked down to the floor, the gravity of Steve's statement sinking in. Steve couldn't help but shift uncomfortably. He didn't like making anyone feel unpleasant, especially over something about him.

"Well, everyone has their demons." Steve finally said, and took some money out of his pocket. He paid for a couple of drinks and slid one over to Loki. "Only one by the way. I don't want a second Tony running around."

"What happened?" Loki said after he took a hesitant sip of the liquid. It tasted horrible, much more bitter than any Asgardian spirit he was used to. He only took a few more sips out of kindness; he didn't want to completely waste the horrible thing.

"Nasty, isn't it?" Steve joked before moving on to the more serious matter. "It's a long story."

"We have time." Loki said.

"Fine."

The captain began his story of how he became Captain America. He described the time period, what he was like before the serum, and the procedure that changed his life. He told of the brilliant minds behind it and then moved on to him fighting the enemy. The whole time Loki listened and nodded his head, following the events easily. He imagined everything happening to Steve and understood where he was coming from. Steve quickly wrapped up Bucky's death and waking up in the twenty-first century with SHIELD.

"And then I was called to duty again. I met up with the rest of the Avengers and here we are." Steve finished up with a sad smile before gulping down half of his drink. Everything had happened so fast for Steve that he was finally really catching up with it. The familiar setting reminded him of a night where he tried so hard to forget everything, at least for a night.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine now. Why did you do it, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I-I..." Loki began, nervously twitching. He didn't want to talk about that, at least not yet. "A lot happened. I was just angry and jealous."

"Oh." Was all Steve said in reply.

"I'm really sorry."

"Don't do it again. SHIELD might get their hands on you, and you don't want that."

"I'm lucky I didn't land in any of their premises."

"True." Steve said, waiting for him to elaborate.

"I don't remember too much about the night I arrived at the towers, Steven. But," Loki pushed the glass away. "Thor is responsible for it."

"Thor?"

"Yes. I spent a good amount of time sitting in a cell. Odin said it was so I could cool down, and once all my negative energy was gone, I could rejoin their ranks. I knew it was too kind of the old man back then," Loki's voice grew rough. "The old man changed his mind. He changed my sentence to time on Midgard as a mortal. I'm supposed to learn love and humility, then I'll be sent back to Asgard. He had Thor personally 'escort' me. He knew we had a huge fight, but he did it anyway. Thor probably purposely threw me there and Odin was okay with everything."

"So, he took all your magic?"

"Yes. He'll give it back upon my return to Asgard...but I don't want to return. I'll just get it back on my own."

"What a douche! Damn, worse parent of the year award!" came Tony's voice.

Both Steve and Loki jumped at Tony's sudden appearance. It had caught them both off guard and they forgot they were in a place where anyone could listen in on their conversation.

"Thanks...Stark?" he replied, not sure if he was drunk or not.

The iron man perched himself on the stool on the other side of Loki. His hair was slicked back with sweat and he looked slightly out of breath. He quickly wiped some sweat from his forehead before grabbing Loki's drink and downing it quickly. He put the empty glass back in its place before turning towards his companions.

"Woah! I like danced my ass off, and I'm finally getting my first glass! Usually I can't see my toes by now."

"Stark, that was...my drink." Loki said, raising an eyebrow. There was no way Tony wasn't drunk.

"I know. A little too bitter, I don't imagine you as a beer man." Tony said before chatting off about different types of alcohol and personalities. He was talking too fast and excitedly for either of his companions to follow, so they just drowned him out.

"You shouldn't be too hard on yourself, Loki." Steve said quietly, not wanting Tony to know they were ignoring him. "Me and Tony can see a lot of emotional things have gone down for you. If we were in the same circumstances, we'd feel the same way."

"But I'm not a good person, Steven. Don't convince yourself that I'm the hero." he mumbled. "I really am bad and a monster."

"No, you're wrong, Loki." Steve insisted. "You're not a bad person. You've just been pushed to do bad things."

"But I'm still not a good person."

"No. You're just Loki." Steve agreed, wrapping up their conversation.

And Loki couldn't help but think about that. Just Loki. Was he neither black or white, just in the middle? Or was that just something the Midgardians were starting to convince themselves of? But then again, they didn't know the full story of his life. Loki hadn't told Tony about his true heritage, how he was a completely different species from Thor.

"Oh uhm, I don't know. Fine, if you...insist ma'am." Loki was interrupted from his thoughts by Steve's hesitant voice. The blonde had that same scared-nervous expression he wore when Tony first suggested the club. It was kind of comical now as a young lady was pulling on his arm. She brushed her brown curls out her eyes, giving him an eager smile. "Come on, just one dance!"

"Get some Steve!" Tony yelled, making cat calls when Steve turned toward him for some help. Loki just shrugged his shoulders, not quite sure what the big deal was. One dance with a lady wouldn't hurt. Finally the blonde gave up and followed the girl out to the dance floor.

Tony and Loki were left alone.