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Author's Note: Loki/Tony in further chapters. This takes place during the Avengers movie and since it has not come out yet, I have taken some liberties with the comics and the trailer and created my own plot. So I guess you can say this story is porn with a plot.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Fandom of Avengers or anything Marvel. I do not own the characters. I make no profit, money, etc. from it. I own nothing.

~*~

There was nothing but the darkness which surrounded him, giving him the illusion that he was floating into the deep recesses of space. He heard sounds coming from far away as he was gently being rocked. Distant fragments of staccato sounds seemed to be getting closer until they slowly turned into indiscernible voices. The gentle rocking lost its tenderness and turned into a more jarring movement.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and felt himself shifting back into consciousness. The bright lights above him flickered quickly past, giving him the illusion that he was living within an oil painting, where all the shapes and colors blurred together as one.

"–losing a lot of blood!" His eyes snapped open as his ears caught the tail-end of a panicked shout. His vision was blurry at best.

"Does anyone know what to do about his–"

"We'll figure it out! It'll have to be trial and error!" He understood the words but not the urgency. He attempted to look around as his eyes began to focus and realized that he was lying on some sort of – gurney?

He looked at what must be his body. However, the form looked more like an unprocessed package of meat rather than the body of a man. Tendons had been pushed to the surface as bone was clearly visible through shreds that were once skin. Smoke and sparks fizzled from his torso and wave of nausea overtake him.

Two hours earlier . . .

"Thank God that's over," Tony breathed out as he exited the elevator. All day had been nothing but meetings with some of the Earth's finest assholes. Going home was always exciting to him, because no matter how many times he'd driven his precious white Audi, he could still not get enough of it.

As soon as he sat in his convertible, he leaned back in the seat and he felt nothing but the cool leather against his skin and the vibration of the motor. No matter how bad a day Tony Stark had, he could always rely on his baby to make him feel better.

Seeking a thrill, Tony opted to take a longer route home. He sought a highway with intense curves and enjoyed the breeze as he pushed his Audi to its maximum speed.

"Nothing is better than this feeling," Tony thought. "There is nothing that could possi –"

Everything suddenly went into slow motion. From somewhere above, a man had landed on his Audi's hood in a kneeling position, denting the hood with his right knee.

The man's eyes shone a poisonous green and emotions – pain, anger, hatred – momentarily flickered across his face. The raven black hair contrasted sharply with the alabaster skin and his nails were like talons, aching to embed themselves into their next victim. If death had a face, this was it.

Before Tony could even process what had happened to him, the man jumped up from the Audi's hood. The force of the man's landing had caused the back wheels of the Audi to lift up as the Audi continued to move forward. With a sickening feeling, Tony knew that the car would flip and that he was powerless to stop it. The car flipped a few times before the exit ramp broke the car's momentum.

~*~

The throbbing pain in his temples jarred him awake as he groaned, thinking that he was waking up from another hangover. A flash of panic ran through his veins as he quickly took in his surroundings before realizing that he was in a hospital. Green eyes quickly flashed before him and he remembered what had happened. Well, at least some of it.

He saw a nurse standing by his bedside and briefly considered hitting on her as she readjusted his pillow. When she stood back, he took a glance at his body and saw that it was covered in bandages. He may look like a mummy, but there were definitely some appendages that were still alive. He laughed at his inner joke as the nurse gave him a concerned look before she turned to leave. He saw someone stop her outside his door and after a brief conversation; he was surprised to see Fury walk in.

As usual the man was wearing his black leather clothes, complete with an eye patch over his left eye, alluding to what must be an interesting story. Honestly, Tony had never expected to see him, considering the fact that Fury had downright rejected him from the Avenger's Initiative. Whatever. Tony didn't want to be part of some country club anyway.

"I heard you had quite a car crash," Fury stated as he locked his hands behind his back and studied Tony.

"I decided to see if I could fly." Tony could still feel the sickening lurch of his stomach as his car pirouetted in the sky.

"Did you?"

"A little," Tony paused before grinning, "You didn't bring me any flowers? I'm hurt."

Fury just stared at him.

"Do you remember anything?"

Tony inwardly groaned. Can't the man just be human for a change? It's always business with this guy. A scene began to slowly replay in his head as he saw the strange man collide with his Audi's hood, those green eyes seemingly stabbing into his soul.

"Green eyes."

"What?"

"Green eyes. The man that jumped on the hood of my car had green eyes." Damn bastard, ruined a perfectly good Audi. Speaking of which . . . "Have you seen my Audi?"

"No. What man?"

"He fell from the sky or something." Tony answered off handedly before coming to the conclusion that his Audi was probably in a chop shop somewhere, pieces of it being sold over eBay to eager Tony Stark collectors. Meanwhile, Fury had walked to the window and was gazing out at nothing in particular. Tony suddenly felt like this was no ordinary visit. Since he entered the door, Fury had seemed intent on questioning Tony about something far greater than his accident.

"If you are going to start day dreaming out that window," Tony stated as he craned his neck to look at Fury, "do you mind at least standing aside so I can also enjoy the view?"

Fury whirled around, "Now is not the time for your jokes, Mr. Stark."

"Well, can you enlighten me or do I have to dig it out of ya?" Tony studied Fury's eyes. The other man was silent for a while, a dark look overtook his face and Tony could see the cracks of uncertainty begin to appear. Slowly, realization sunk in as Tony watched Fury's eyes dart towards him and then dart away again. "You know who it was, don't you?"

"Yes and no," Fury answered quickly, deciding to bypass acting like he had no idea what Tony meant. "We do not know who he is, but we detected a strong surge of power the exact time he must have entered the atmosphere and hit your car. He disappeared soon after so we were unable to find him," Fury walked around the hospital room, distracting his thoughts by observing the over the top décor. Tony was lying in a very spacious bed in the middle of a large room which had its own private bathroom to the right. On the left was an alcove that lead to a small living room, complete with a giant television embedded into the wall as well as light blue couches outlined with golden thread. Fury scoffed because the room looked more like a hotel suite rather than a hospital room. The only evidence there was that he was not in the finest suite money could buy, but in a hospital room were the apparatuses attached to Tony such as the IV drip, heart monitor and an auto-transfusion blood bag.

"So, seriously, no flowers? Not even a teddy bear?"

Fury turned around, his eyes briefly larger than usually. He looked a little irritated and Tony just assumed it was because of all the jokes.

"I'm almost afraid to say this, but we believe that the Earth may be in danger soon," Fury's eyes grew more intense as he continued to speak candidly.
"We want you to be part of the Avenger's Initiative." He examined Tony's reaction and allowed a small smile to grace his lips as he saw that for once, the great Tony Stark had been silenced.

"But I thought I was too volatile, too in love with myself and what was that last one? Does not play well with others?" Tony allowed a small sliver of bitterness to slip into his statement.

"The situation has evolved. We need all the agents we can get."

As Fury's words slowly sunk it, Tony began to feel the desperate sense of urgency that radiated from Fury. He hadn't noticed earlier because he had been too busy poking fun at the seemingly robotic man.

"Who else is in it?"

Sighing with relief, Fury was more than happy to answer an actual question.

"You know Natasha, or the Black Widow, and I'm sure you've heard of Clint Barton, or Hawkeye. There are two other possible members so far. One should be easy to convince once we mention the security of the Earth, but another has been on the most wanted list and, consequently, in hiding for quite a while. Tracking him down might prove a tricky ordeal," Fury took a deep breath as he looked at the mummified Ironman. "With that said, can I count you in?"

"Can I count you to get me out of this place?" Tony's eyes alluding to the hospital room around him. Although he was engulfed in pain and the room was comfortable enough, he hated being in a confined space that wasn't his own.

"I'll see what I can do. But for now, you need to get your rest. We need you Ironman," Fury gave a quick nod before he walked away. Tony had just begun to pout. He had no car, no freedom and worst of all, no gift. He was sick of eating through an IV and the white of the hospital room was beginning to get under his nerves. Suddenly, Pepper burst in the door her eyes quickly scanning Tony to assess the damage.

"You brought me a gift!" Tony's eyes lit up as he fixed his gaze on the box of chocolates she was carrying.

"How are you feeling?" She asked as she opened the box of chocolates and placed them on his lap.

"Can you feed them to me?" Tony waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"You're a big boy, get them yourself," Pepper sighed as she saw Tony make a familiar face, which she knew would be complimented with whining soon.

"Ugh –fine!" She took one of the chocolates and placed it near his lips. Tony opened his mouth, waiting for her to place the chocolate inside. "Oh come on, not even you're that lazy!" Tony pondered for a moment about how far he could push Pepper and then decided against annoying her. She might take away his chocolates. He used his mouth to take it from her hand and savored the sweet taste. It felt so good to be nourished by something that wasn't pumping into his veins.

"Hey are you listening to me?" Tony realized he had been so focused on enjoying his treat that he hadn't been paying attention.

"Yeah, that's fine," Tony inwardly smiled at how amazingly smooth he was. Pepper just looked at him.

"I asked if you had any requests on what to do with your car," At the mention of his baby, his ears perked up.

"How is she?"

"She's a heap of iron," Tony felt a pang of sadness as he remembered all the fun times he had in his car. "Do you need a moment?" Leave it to Pepper to be the sarcastic bearer of bad news.

"Hey, you don't have to be mean about it. That was one beautiful car."

"Yes it was. Like the other ten in your garage," she paused before concern flitted across her face again. "Anyway, what happened?"

~*~

A man of medium stature, just barely gracing middle age walked cautiously down into the catacombs, hearing his steps ominously echo throughout the halls. He regarded everyone passing by him with a wary eye as he continued on his way to meet with the man that had summoned him.

"Dr. Selvig," a voice rang through the darkness. Dr. Selvig turned around to the sound of his name.

"So you're the man behind all this? It's quite a labyrinth," he gestured around himself. "I was thinking they're taking me down here to kill me," Selvig laughed but it was more of a sound pulsating with fear rather than with joy. He stopped walking and looked at the man obscured by shadows. His heart was racing as he watched the man slowly approach him.

"I've been hearing about the New Mexico situation. Your work has impressed a lot of people much smarter than I am." Fury regarded the man his colleagues had referred.

"I have a lot to work with: the Foster theory, the gateway to another dimension – it's unprecedented," he paused as he observed the other man. "Isn't it?" Dr. Selvig's question was tainted with a hint of uncertainty.

"Legend tells us one thing. History – another," Fury spoke as he walked back into the shadows, towards a table upon which lay a closed briefcase. Dr. Selvig followed tentatively, the sound of his own footsteps reverberating against the stone walls. "But every now and then, we find something that belongs to both."

Fury took one look at the doctor before opening the titanium briefcase to reveal a blue, cubic object contained restricted by red wires, charged with some sort of static.

"What is it?" Dr. Selvig studied the blue entity.

"Power, doctor. If we can find how to tap it," Fury paused before darkly stating, "Maybe unlimited power."

"Well I guess that's worth a look," Dr. Selvig felt the presence in his mind leave him. He shook his head as if the physical action would shake off the feeling as well. Fury looked at him with concern.

"Are you alright, doctor?"

"Just fine. I just felt . . . a bit strange for a moment," Selvig snapped out of his reverie, "So what do we do now?"

"I'm compiling a team, of which you will be part of, in order to study it and discern its capabilities."

"Good, when do we start?"

"We just have," Fury spoke before closing the briefcase. "Follow me," Fury gestured as he walked down the corridors, with Dr. Selvig following closely behind.

Green eyes glowed briefly before closing and a razor thin smile emerged. He sighed as he sat back and regarded the mirror in front of him.

"United we stand, divided we fall," he breathed into the darkness.

~*~

The sun streamed into the hospital room, warming the body covered in bandages. Tony realized he was awake, although he kept his eyes closed, trying to lull himself back to sleep. He felt a cold shudder as if someone was in the room, staring at him. Stubbornly, he continued to keep his eyes closed, hoping the nurse or whoever would get the picture and leave him alone. Still, feeling eyes upon him, Tony decided to finally acknowledge the presence in the room.

He opened his eyes and looked around, a looming figure in the corner of the room catching his attention. His eyes locked with those of the green-eyed man who grinned slowly before emerging from the shadows.

"So you're the infamous 'Ironman'," Loki smoothly breathed as he sauntered closer to the hospital bed. "There's nothing Iron about you."

"You owe me an Audi," Tony wished that he could get out of his bed and take vengeance for his car. The man's eyes briefly widened before he shrugged off Tony's comment.

"Yes, that was not quite the landing I expected after falling from Asgard."

"From – what?"

"Somewhere your small mind could not possibly begin to comprehend," Loki answered with a sigh as he stood next to Tony's bed. Small mind? Was this guy serious? Did he know that he was talking to Tony Stark, a boy genius who became a CEO of one of the most powerful and well-known company in the world? Tony could handle being called "heartless" by Pepper, but being accused of having a small mind struck a nerve.

"You humans make fun toys."

"What?"

"I'm sure you'll find out soon enough." Loki answered as he ran his finger slowly up Tony's bandaged leg and then past his hips.

"Poor baby," Loki sarcastically cooed. "Does it hurt, human?" He asked as he began to twirl his finger around some bandages near Tony's arm. He then pulled. Tony resisted the urge to yelp. Attached to the bandages Loki was pulling were pieces of Tony's skin that had yet to heal.

"I have a feeling you didn't come here to bring me a get well card?" He managed to ask, his voice unwavering.

"A what?"

"What's the matter? Mind too small?" Tony verbally jabbed. The green-eyed man's eyes briefly narrowed as he gave one last tug at the bandages before removing his finger, no longer enjoying the game since his victim refused to cooperate.

"I came to give you a mere warning to get better for your sake as well as your worlds," Loki smiled, but it was not a smile born of sincerity. No matter how hard he tried, Tony couldn't get a read on the guy. If he were truly evil, as he seemed to be, then why not just kill him? He was lying in a hospital bed and without his suit he wouldn't be able to fight back. He saw flickers of chaos dance in Loki's eyes before he disappeared in a smoky fog.

~*~

Author's Note: Sorry for the brevity of this chapter! There will be far more Tony/Loki in future chapters and the story is just picking up. Please review, it warms my heart and quickens my writing.

:) (Smile) — Description
Author's Note: Loki/Tony in further chapters. This takes place during the Avengers movie and since it has not come out yet, I have taken some liberties with the comics and the trailer and created my own plot. So I guess you can say this story is porn with a plot.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Fandom of Avengers or anything Marvel. I do not own the characters. I make no profit, money, etc. from it. I own nothing.

~*~

There was nothing but the darkness which surrounded him, giving him the illusion that he was floating into the deep recesses of space. He heard sounds coming from far away as he was gently being rocked. Distant fragments of staccato sounds seemed to be getting closer until they slowly turned into indiscernible voices. The gentle rocking lost its tenderness and turned into a more jarring movement.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and felt himself shifting back into consciousness. The bright lights above him flickered quickly past, giving him the illusion that he was living within an oil painting, where all the shapes and colors blurred together as one.

"–losing a lot of blood!" His eyes snapped open as his ears caught the tail-end of a panicked shout. His vision was blurry at best.

"Does anyone know what to do about his–"

"We'll figure it out! It'll have to be trial and error!" He understood the words but not the urgency. He attempted to look around as his eyes began to focus and realized that he was lying on some sort of – gurney?

He looked at what must be his body. However, the form looked more like an unprocessed package of meat rather than the body of a man. Tendons had been pushed to the surface as bone was clearly visible through shreds that were once skin. Smoke and sparks fizzled from his torso and wave of nausea overtake him.

Two hours earlier . . .

"Thank God that's over," Tony breathed out as he exited the elevator. All day had been nothing but meetings with some of the Earth's finest assholes. Going home was always exciting to him, because no matter how many times he'd driven his precious white Audi, he could still not get enough of it.

As soon as he sat in his convertible, he leaned back in the seat and he felt nothing but the cool leather against his skin and the vibration of the motor. No matter how bad a day Tony Stark had, he could always rely on his baby to make him feel better.

Seeking a thrill, Tony opted to take a longer route home. He sought a highway with intense curves and enjoyed the breeze as he pushed his Audi to its maximum speed.

"Nothing is better than this feeling," Tony thought. "There is nothing that could possi –"

Everything suddenly went into slow motion. From somewhere above, a man had landed on his Audi's hood in a kneeling position, denting the hood with his right knee.

The man's eyes shone a poisonous green and emotions – pain, anger, hatred – momentarily flickered across his face. The raven black hair contrasted sharply with the alabaster skin and his nails were like talons, aching to embed themselves into their next victim. If death had a face, this was it.

Before Tony could even process what had happened to him, the man jumped up from the Audi's hood. The force of the man's landing had caused the back wheels of the Audi to lift up as the Audi continued to move forward. With a sickening feeling, Tony knew that the car would flip and that he was powerless to stop it. The car flipped a few times before the exit ramp broke the car's momentum.

~*~

The throbbing pain in his temples jarred him awake as he groaned, thinking that he was waking up from another hangover. A flash of panic ran through his veins as he quickly took in his surroundings before realizing that he was in a hospital. Green eyes quickly flashed before him and he remembered what had happened. Well, at least some of it.

He saw a nurse standing by his bedside and briefly considered hitting on her as she readjusted his pillow. When she stood back, he took a glance at his body and saw that it was covered in bandages. He may look like a mummy, but there were definitely some appendages that were still alive. He laughed at his inner joke as the nurse gave him a concerned look before she turned to leave. He saw someone stop her outside his door and after a brief conversation; he was surprised to see Fury walk in.

As usual the man was wearing his black leather clothes, complete with an eye patch over his left eye, alluding to what must be an interesting story. Honestly, Tony had never expected to see him, considering the fact that Fury had downright rejected him from the Avenger's Initiative. Whatever. Tony didn't want to be part of some country club anyway.

"I heard you had quite a car crash," Fury stated as he locked his hands behind his back and studied Tony.

"I decided to see if I could fly." Tony could still feel the sickening lurch of his stomach as his car pirouetted in the sky.

"Did you?"

"A little," Tony paused before grinning, "You didn't bring me any flowers? I'm hurt."

Fury just stared at him.

"Do you remember anything?"

Tony inwardly groaned. Can't the man just be human for a change? It's always business with this guy. A scene began to slowly replay in his head as he saw the strange man collide with his Audi's hood, those green eyes seemingly stabbing into his soul.

"Green eyes."

"What?"

"Green eyes. The man that jumped on the hood of my car had green eyes." Damn bastard, ruined a perfectly good Audi. Speaking of which . . . "Have you seen my Audi?"

"No. What man?"

"He fell from the sky or something." Tony answered off handedly before coming to the conclusion that his Audi was probably in a chop shop somewhere, pieces of it being sold over eBay to eager Tony Stark collectors. Meanwhile, Fury had walked to the window and was gazing out at nothing in particular. Tony suddenly felt like this was no ordinary visit. Since he entered the door, Fury had seemed intent on questioning Tony about something far greater than his accident.

"If you are going to start day dreaming out that window," Tony stated as he craned his neck to look at Fury, "do you mind at least standing aside so I can also enjoy the view?"

Fury whirled around, "Now is not the time for your jokes, Mr. Stark."

"Well, can you enlighten me or do I have to dig it out of ya?" Tony studied Fury's eyes. The other man was silent for a while, a dark look overtook his face and Tony could see the cracks of uncertainty begin to appear. Slowly, realization sunk in as Tony watched Fury's eyes dart towards him and then dart away again. "You know who it was, don't you?"

"Yes and no," Fury answered quickly, deciding to bypass acting like he had no idea what Tony meant. "We do not know who he is, but we detected a strong surge of power the exact time he must have entered the atmosphere and hit your car. He disappeared soon after so we were unable to find him," Fury walked around the hospital room, distracting his thoughts by observing the over the top décor. Tony was lying in a very spacious bed in the middle of a large room which had its own private bathroom to the right. On the left was an alcove that lead to a small living room, complete with a giant television embedded into the wall as well as light blue couches outlined with golden thread. Fury scoffed because the room looked more like a hotel suite rather than a hospital room. The only evidence there was that he was not in the finest suite money could buy, but in a hospital room were the apparatuses attached to Tony such as the IV drip, heart monitor and an auto-transfusion blood bag.

"So, seriously, no flowers? Not even a teddy bear?"

Fury turned around, his eyes briefly larger than usually. He looked a little irritated and Tony just assumed it was because of all the jokes.

"I'm almost afraid to say this, but we believe that the Earth may be in danger soon," Fury's eyes grew more intense as he continued to speak candidly.
"We want you to be part of the Avenger's Initiative." He examined Tony's reaction and allowed a small smile to grace his lips as he saw that for once, the great Tony Stark had been silenced.

"But I thought I was too volatile, too in love with myself and what was that last one? Does not play well with others?" Tony allowed a small sliver of bitterness to slip into his statement.

"The situation has evolved. We need all the agents we can get."

As Fury's words slowly sunk it, Tony began to feel the desperate sense of urgency that radiated from Fury. He hadn't noticed earlier because he had been too busy poking fun at the seemingly robotic man.

"Who else is in it?"

Sighing with relief, Fury was more than happy to answer an actual question.

"You know Natasha, or the Black Widow, and I'm sure you've heard of Clint Barton, or Hawkeye. There are two other possible members so far. One should be easy to convince once we mention the security of the Earth, but another has been on the most wanted list and, consequently, in hiding for quite a while. Tracking him down might prove a tricky ordeal," Fury took a deep breath as he looked at the mummified Ironman. "With that said, can I count you in?"

"Can I count you to get me out of this place?" Tony's eyes alluding to the hospital room around him. Although he was engulfed in pain and the room was comfortable enough, he hated being in a confined space that wasn't his own.

"I'll see what I can do. But for now, you need to get your rest. We need you Ironman," Fury gave a quick nod before he walked away. Tony had just begun to pout. He had no car, no freedom and worst of all, no gift. He was sick of eating through an IV and the white of the hospital room was beginning to get under his nerves. Suddenly, Pepper burst in the door her eyes quickly scanning Tony to assess the damage.

"You brought me a gift!" Tony's eyes lit up as he fixed his gaze on the box of chocolates she was carrying.

"How are you feeling?" She asked as she opened the box of chocolates and placed them on his lap.

"Can you feed them to me?" Tony waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"You're a big boy, get them yourself," Pepper sighed as she saw Tony make a familiar face, which she knew would be complimented with whining soon.

"Ugh –fine!" She took one of the chocolates and placed it near his lips. Tony opened his mouth, waiting for her to place the chocolate inside. "Oh come on, not even you're that lazy!" Tony pondered for a moment about how far he could push Pepper and then decided against annoying her. She might take away his chocolates. He used his mouth to take it from her hand and savored the sweet taste. It felt so good to be nourished by something that wasn't pumping into his veins.

"Hey are you listening to me?" Tony realized he had been so focused on enjoying his treat that he hadn't been paying attention.

"Yeah, that's fine," Tony inwardly smiled at how amazingly smooth he was. Pepper just looked at him.

"I asked if you had any requests on what to do with your car," At the mention of his baby, his ears perked up.

"How is she?"

"She's a heap of iron," Tony felt a pang of sadness as he remembered all the fun times he had in his car. "Do you need a moment?" Leave it to Pepper to be the sarcastic bearer of bad news.

"Hey, you don't have to be mean about it. That was one beautiful car."

"Yes it was. Like the other ten in your garage," she paused before concern flitted across her face again. "Anyway, what happened?"

~*~

A man of medium stature, just barely gracing middle age walked cautiously down into the catacombs, hearing his steps ominously echo throughout the halls. He regarded everyone passing by him with a wary eye as he continued on his way to meet with the man that had summoned him.

"Dr. Selvig," a voice rang through the darkness. Dr. Selvig turned around to the sound of his name.

"So you're the man behind all this? It's quite a labyrinth," he gestured around himself. "I was thinking they're taking me down here to kill me," Selvig laughed but it was more of a sound pulsating with fear rather than with joy. He stopped walking and looked at the man obscured by shadows. His heart was racing as he watched the man slowly approach him.

"I've been hearing about the New Mexico situation. Your work has impressed a lot of people much smarter than I am." Fury regarded the man his colleagues had referred.

"I have a lot to work with: the Foster theory, the gateway to another dimension – it's unprecedented," he paused as he observed the other man. "Isn't it?" Dr. Selvig's question was tainted with a hint of uncertainty.

"Legend tells us one thing. History – another," Fury spoke as he walked back into the shadows, towards a table upon which lay a closed briefcase. Dr. Selvig followed tentatively, the sound of his own footsteps reverberating against the stone walls. "But every now and then, we find something that belongs to both."

Fury took one look at the doctor before opening the titanium briefcase to reveal a blue, cubic object contained restricted by red wires, charged with some sort of static.

"What is it?" Dr. Selvig studied the blue entity.

"Power, doctor. If we can find how to tap it," Fury paused before darkly stating, "Maybe unlimited power."

"Well I guess that's worth a look," Dr. Selvig felt the presence in his mind leave him. He shook his head as if the physical action would shake off the feeling as well. Fury looked at him with concern.

"Are you alright, doctor?"

"Just fine. I just felt . . . a bit strange for a moment," Selvig snapped out of his reverie, "So what do we do now?"

"I'm compiling a team, of which you will be part of, in order to study it and discern its capabilities."

"Good, when do we start?"

"We just have," Fury spoke before closing the briefcase. "Follow me," Fury gestured as he walked down the corridors, with Dr. Selvig following closely behind.

Green eyes glowed briefly before closing and a razor thin smile emerged. He sighed as he sat back and regarded the mirror in front of him.

"United we stand, divided we fall," he breathed into the darkness.

~*~

The sun streamed into the hospital room, warming the body covered in bandages. Tony realized he was awake, although he kept his eyes closed, trying to lull himself back to sleep. He felt a cold shudder as if someone was in the room, staring at him. Stubbornly, he continued to keep his eyes closed, hoping the nurse or whoever would get the picture and leave him alone. Still, feeling eyes upon him, Tony decided to finally acknowledge the presence in the room.

He opened his eyes and looked around, a looming figure in the corner of the room catching his attention. His eyes locked with those of the green-eyed man who grinned slowly before emerging from the shadows.

"So you're the infamous 'Ironman'," Loki smoothly breathed as he sauntered closer to the hospital bed. "There's nothing Iron about you."

"You owe me an Audi," Tony wished that he could get out of his bed and take vengeance for his car. The man's eyes briefly widened before he shrugged off Tony's comment.

"Yes, that was not quite the landing I expected after falling from Asgard."

"From – what?"

"Somewhere your small mind could not possibly begin to comprehend," Loki answered with a sigh as he stood next to Tony's bed. Small mind? Was this guy serious? Did he know that he was talking to Tony Stark, a boy genius who became a CEO of one of the most powerful and well-known company in the world? Tony could handle being called "heartless" by Pepper, but being accused of having a small mind struck a nerve.

"You humans make fun toys."

"What?"

"I'm sure you'll find out soon enough." Loki answered as he ran his finger slowly up Tony's bandaged leg and then past his hips.

"Poor baby," Loki sarcastically cooed. "Does it hurt, human?" He asked as he began to twirl his finger around some bandages near Tony's arm. He then pulled. Tony resisted the urge to yelp. Attached to the bandages Loki was pulling were pieces of Tony's skin that had yet to heal.

"I have a feeling you didn't come here to bring me a get well card?" He managed to ask, his voice unwavering.

"A what?"

"What's the matter? Mind too small?" Tony verbally jabbed. The green-eyed man's eyes briefly narrowed as he gave one last tug at the bandages before removing his finger, no longer enjoying the game since his victim refused to cooperate.

"I came to give you a mere warning to get better for your sake as well as your worlds," Loki smiled, but it was not a smile born of sincerity. No matter how hard he tried, Tony couldn't get a read on the guy. If he were truly evil, as he seemed to be, then why not just kill him? He was lying in a hospital bed and without his suit he wouldn't be able to fight back. He saw flickers of chaos dance in Loki's eyes before he disappeared in a smoky fog.

~*~

Author's Note: Sorry for the brevity of this chapter! There will be far more Tony/Loki in future chapters and the story is just picking up. Please review, it warms my heart and quickens my writing.