Tony was really enjoying himself. Really.

He had found himself in a nice corner of the club, nicely dancing with a group of excited women who really knew how to party. They were very flexible, dancing as if they did it for a living. Tony kept up with each move they made though, easily sliding into the beat of the music. He had gone through this kind of routine many times before, so it was easy as breathing air.

Arrive at a club? Check.

Drink to get drunk? Check.

Dance his ass off? Check.

Get laid? In progress.

In his drunken state he had pushed his friends to the back of his brain. A few minutes after he started dancing, his mind went to autopilot and shifted into routine with ease. He forgot that he supposed to stick with the Cap and Loki. No, they were definitely the last thing on his mind as he was in front of some attractive females. Sorry, their wonderfully curvy bodies took priority at that moment. Well, even though Loki was pretty handsome...

Tony got closer to a couple of them and they responded just alike. The three exchanged kisses, a bit of dialogue, and soon were headed for the closest door. Tony had almost reached it when a large body blocked his path. The iron man ran straight into the person and backed away with a frown. He focused his eyes on the blonde glaring down at him.

It was Steve freakin' Rogers.

"Tony," the captain began, eyes totally judging him. "Where are you going?"

"Dudddeee, this isn't cool." Tony slurred, attempting to move him aside. Steve was messing up his groove here. Didn't he have some girl to dance with?

"You're drunk," Steve shook his head, frustration in his voice. "I thought I told you guys not to drink!"

"Mama Murica', that's not my problem. Go away, I'm trying to escort these lovely ladies here out."

"Where's Loki?"

"Low-key?" Tony finally managed to get Steve to scoot aside enough so that he could open the door. "Check the other door, I'm sure it's lower for you."

"Tony-"

"Buh-bye!" And with that Tony rushed out the club with a couple of ladies with his arms. Steve tried to chase after him for a moment before realizing that shouldn't be his priority. He needed to find Loki. God bless the poor ex-villain, he was probably lost or sulking in a corner. The captain let out a sigh before facing the rest of the bustling club. He needed less stress; his back was starting to hurt.

"You're friends with Tony Stark?!" the fire-headed girl shrieked, flailing her arms with excitement. They were perched back at the bar, Loki sipping on a drink to soothe his poor nerves. The two had wandered around, asking people about Tony and trying to find him. They had no such luck (a few men even bumped into him really hard) and after about an hour Loki declared they take a break. The girl had chattered all the way around the club and he was thoroughly annoyed. Though her help was a tad useful as she could get employees to do her bidding, it wasn't worth it.

"Yes." he merely said.

"Oh my GOD!" she shrieked again. "Tony Stark is in the club? Iron man? He helped save the world a year ago, y'know?"

"Yes." Loki said again, looking down at his feet at the mention of the events that took place last year.

"How do you know him?! How did you guys become friends?"

"I broke some of his stuff," Loki took a big gulp of his drink before finally pushing it aside. He didn't want to end up like Stark. "Payed a debt."

"And...what was your name again?"

"What was yours?" Loki asked, avoiding her question.

"Touche. I'm Elizabeth. Liz for short, yeah?"

" 'Yeah'."

"And who are you?"

"Rudolph." Loki said easily, quickly recalling one of the names Tony called him before.

"Lier."

Loki simply gave her a small smile.

Steve finally decided to head back toward the bar once he did a quick search of the dance floor. No, Loki was trampled underneath anyone, in any corner, or even dancing. The captain doubted the man would be that social anyway. He had only recently opened to the captain after all. The only person the guy seemed to speak to comfortably was Tony. The two were pretty similar and had lived together longer than with Steve.

The captain did a quick look around the room and spotted the familiar black hair. What a relief.

He made his way quickly towards his roommate feeling so relieved that they could finally head home. Steve was so out of place in the club setting and his social skills weren't really up to par with the time period. The girl that had dragged him off earlier seemed to think his awkwardness was cute though, and she did give him her cellular phone number. The blonde had hesitantly pocketed it.

"Loki!" Steve called out. Loki nearly jumped in surprise but reflected the cap's own relieved expression.

"Captain Rogers! Stark is missing." Loki said hurriedly, shifting so he could stand up.

"No, it's fine. He left us."

"What?"

"Tony left with some girls earlier." Steve narrowed his eyes. "He was drunk."

"I'm aware of his intoxication and take full responsibility for it."

"Loki, I-"

"Your name is Loki?" Liz interrupted, eyes flicking between the two men. Steve didn't even see her. He mumbled a quick greeting to her before jerking his head toward the exit. That was the universal sign for "let's get out of here".

"Goodbye Lady Elizabeth. Thank you for your assistance." Loki quickly said, heading toward the door with Steve right behind him. It only took a few moments for Liz to connect the dots. Pale skin, black hair, cheekbones, a strange way of speaking, strange accent...

"Oh my God, you're the Loki who killed-"

The door slammed shut before she could even finish her sentence.