So here is chapter 2.
I can't promise to keep up this speed of updating as I have a lot to do for school at the moment.

Mirlana: Yes, the story takes place after Avengers and before Iron Man 3. I didn't want to set it up after
the last Iron Man because I think it's kind of a pity that Tony gets his arc reactor taken out.

I hope you like this chapter. If you do, please review ;-)

Chapter 2

Peter was not sure why he had gone to Stark Tower. Maybe because it was the one building he connected with the Avengers and where he could hope to find help. He had picked up the injured man and put him on his back. In order not to lose him on the way, he tied the man's hands together with his spider webs after pulling his arms over his own shoulders. Having the other secured like this he started to swing through the city towards Stark Tower. The man had moaned a few times during the ride, Peter felt his shallow breath next to his ear, but he did not awaken for a second time.

When arriving on the platform of Stark Tower the teenaged Spider had felt unusually exhausted from the effort of carrying a person all the way through the city. Therefore he had remained next to the still motionless man for a while in order to catch his breath. The latter had seemed to have worsened during the ride. He had been even paler than before; his face glistening with sweat and his breath laboured. Peter had brushed away some strands of hair from the man's brow, wincing in concern when he noticed, that the guy had to have a fever as well for he had felt way too hot under the Teenager's fingers.

It was only a few minutes before the very owner of the Tower showed up: Tony Stark aka Ironman himself.

"Can I help you somehow? You know I also have a door."

Peter could not believe it. Ironman had been talking to him, Ironman himself! He had whacked himself mentally, now was not the time to hyperventilate. He had explained shortly what had happened and why he had brought the injured to Stark Tower. He had been very proud when Stark recognized him, but tried not to show it too much. The inventor had examined the unconscious and Peter had been able to see the older man's face fall.

"That is absolutely impossible..."

"What is impossible? Do you know him?"

"Yes. Yes I do. But I have no idea how he came here."

"Who is he then?"

"His name is Loki. And he's not from this world."

That intrigued the Teenager.

"What do you mean by that? Which world is he from?" he asked eagerly, all fatigue forgotten.

"I'll tell you everything later. For now, we have to take care of him." Stark answered, his voice more serious than before. Peter nodded; of course they had to treat Loki's wounds urgently. The poor guy had started to shiver in the cold night air by now.

Stark picked the broken figure up and carried him towards the glass door which led into the tower.

"Come on in then, Spider-boy!" he exclaimed.

"It's actually Spider-man" Peter replied before excitedly following the older man. He got to see Stark Tower. How freaking cool was that?!

Of course there was an infirmary in Stark Tower. In fact there was a whole floor dedicated to that purpose. At first, Tony had protested against it being built, but Pepper had convinced him by pointing out that due to his arc reactor he might occasionally need medical attention. There was nothing that Tony hated more than public hospitals, especially after returning from Afghanistan, so he had finally agreed.

Now the infirmary floor turned out to be an asset, for Loki didn't seem to be able to make it to the nearby St. Mary's Hospital in time.

Tony laid him down on one of the white sheeted beds and then went to search through the numerous cabinets.

"JARVIS? Do a full body scan on him." he commanded his AI calmly after returning with some disinfectant and bandages.

"Of course, Sir."

It took the AI several minutes to analyze the body scan. In the meantime Tony cleaned some of the superficial wounds and patching them up as good as possible.

"Sir, the patient has 24 broken ribs as well as four broken fingers and one broken leg. Furthermore he has several cuts, some of them are quite deep, and a slight concussion. His throat seems to have been burnt with some kind of acid. He lacks four toenails and seven fingernails."

Tony clenched his fists. True, he hadn't liked Loki during the Alien invasion and he couldn't say he liked him now. But the trickster god's condition was without any doubt the result of torture and torture was something Tony was not able to tolerate, no matter who it was inflicted on.

"What about his vitals JARVIS?" he asked trying his best to sound calm.

"His current body temperature is about 103 °F, heart beats 121 times per minute, blood pressure 160/100."

"So he has probably a fever, his heartbeat is too fast and his blood pressure too high, although we can't be certain because he might have a different physiology."

"That is correct, Sir."

Tony sighed heavily. "That Guy really is a handful..."

He turned around to get plaster when he noticed the Spider-boy standing in the door frame, looking around awkwardly and he realized that he had completely forgotten about the young man.

"Hey, Spidey, mind helping me a little?"

The other looked up, still wearing that funny red mask.

"What do you need help with?" Spider-man asked hesitantly as if he wasn't sure how to behave.

"I have to plaster his leg and his fingers. I need someone to hold the bones in place while I patch them up."

The Spider-boy nodded and moved over to Loki's side. Tony returned with the plaster and proceeded to realign the bones. The youngster held the plaster for him and then helped by keeping the bones in place. They worked in silence.

"What about the ribs?" Spider-man asked once they had finished plastering the leg and the fingers.

"Well, we realigned them but we can't plaster them. I guess they will have to heal on their own." Tony answered. "But don't worry," he added with a small smile when the young man tilted his head in slight disapproval. "If he is anything like his brother he'll heal very fast. Thor once fell over thirty thousand feet from a flying helicopter and it took him only one night to recover."

"He's Thor's brother?" Spider-man eyed Loki curiously.

"Yes he is. Come on, let's go upstairs and have something to eat. You look like you could do with some food. I'll tell you about him once we refreshed a bit. JARVIS? Keep on watching him and let me know if there are any changes in his condition."

"Yes Sir."

"Great. Come on then kiddo!" Tony smiled invitingly before leaving the room. Spider-man cast Loki one last glance. Then he followed the billionaire upstairs.

Peter had a problem. And it was a serious one because those appetizers on his plate looked really fantastic but he didn't want to reveal his secret identity by taking of his mask, not even to Tony Stark. The latter was eyeing him curiously and even though Peter liked the guy he had a distinct feeling that once he told him who he was the whole world was going to know his identity by tomorrow. Stark hadn't even been able to conceal his own secret identity for long.

"Not very practical that mask of yours, huh Spider-boy?" the billionaire mocked as if he had been able to read the teen's thoughts.

"Shut up!" Peter tried not to sound too embarrassed.

"Just saying..." Stark smirked.

Peter sighed and decided to roll up the lower part of his mask so that his mouth was visible but the main part of his face remained concealed. It wasn't very comfortable but at least he was able to eat.

"So who is that Loki guy?" he asked a few minutes later when he felt less hungry. "And what do you mean by saying he's not from this world? Is he a freaking alien or somethin'?"

Stark put his glass down and remained silent for a few seconds as if he was thinking about something.

"Yeah, I guess you could say he's an alien." he finally answered. "He's from another realm called Asgard."

"Ah, okay." That name didn't ring any bells in the teenager's mind. "And how do you know him?"

"Basically?" Tony took another sip from his glass. "He tried to take over Earth with an army of aliens last year."

There was a small break during which Peter tried to process what he had just heard.

"That invasion with the portal and those crazy alien guys... That was him?!"

A nod.

"So... he's a villain then?"

"Well, he used to be one. I am not sure if one can call that picture of misery down there a villain."

"I can't even imagine him being evil and stuff at all." Peter said thoughtful.

"Yeah well, last year he claimed to be a god and kept saying that all human beings are no more than ants that need to be ruled." Tony shrugged. "He threw me out of that window over there."

"Huh..." Peter didn't quite know what to say. "Anyway, it doesn't look like he ruled anyone lately."

"Yep. And if Thor finds out who it was they won't live much longer."

No one said anything for a few minutes. Then Tony broke the silence.

"JARVIS, how is Reindeer Games doing?"

"There have been no changes, Sir. But I shall inform you of the fact, that Dr. Banner is approaching the tower."

Bruce was in quite a good mood. He had seen a new production of Verdi's Rigoletto and was still humming the melody of "La donna è mobile" when he entered the tower. His good mood vanished quickly when he sensed that something was wrong. He could not have explained exactly how he knew; maybe it was because of the Other Guy's animal like instincts. He forced himself to keep calm and had just decided to ask JARVIS about it when suddenly the elevator door opened and Tony stepped out along with a slim man dressed in a red and blue costume.

"Oh, hey Brucie!" Tony smiled at him widely. Too widely. He seemed to be quite nervous.

"What is it Tony? The thing that you don't want me to know? And who is your guest?" He tried to sound as cheerful as possible but his hands were shaking slightly. Oh great.

"That is a young fellow by the name of Spider-man. He's the one who saved the city from that giant Lizard. And well... why don't you come upstairs and we'll have a little tal-"

"Sir, I believe the patient is waking up." The AI's voice interrupted.

"Patient? What patient?" Asked the Doctor, his brow furrowed and with a slightly greenish tint.

"Come with us to the infirmary and see for yourself, Doc" Tony sighed. "You wouldn't believe me anyways."