The SHIELD Helicarrier loomed over the New York skyline, its massive turbines humming as it hovered amidst the lingering smoke of battle.
Below, the city was still in chaos—emergency sirens wailed, fires burned in the distance, and the once-proud Stark Tower now bore the scars of an alien invasion.
The sky, once torn by a swirling blue vortex of destruction, had finally settled into an eerie calm.
Inside, secured behind reinforced vibranium cells, Loki sat restrained, his wrists bound in shackles pulsing with dampening runes.
His emerald eyes flickered between amusement and something colder—calculation. Across from him, standing with arms crossed and his suit still flickering with residual energy, was Tony Stark.
The silence between them stretched, thick with unspoken tension.
"You know," Tony finally said, rolling his shoulder with a wince, "for a guy who loves theatrics, I gotta say—watching you get your ass handed to you by yours truly in high definition was chef's kiss perfection." He made a dramatic gesture with his fingers.
Loki's lips curled into a smirk, but it lacked its usual arrogance. "Enjoy your fleeting victory, mortal. You may have bested me, but you are still bound by time, by flesh. The universe—"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Tony waved a dismissive hand. "The universe is vast, I'm insignificant, blah blah blah. Buddy, I just made a god bleed. The whole 'puny mortal' schtick kinda loses its charm after that."
Loki's fingers twitched against the cuffs. The memory of Tony's relentless counterattacks, his impossible resilience, still lingered.
The human had show power—beyond even Loki's understanding. The thought was... unsettling.
The doors to the cell block whooshed open as heavy boots clanked against the metallic floor.
Thor entered, his red cape billowing slightly as he moved with the weight of expectation. His sharp blue eyes darted between Loki and Tony, brows furrowed.
Thor had recovered but a bit too late. He was secretly embarrassed having being played by Loki like that but he still had to put up a strong appearance.
"You have done well, Man of Iron," Thor said, his voice rumbling with approval. "But this matter is far from over. Loki must return to Asgard to face justice."
Tony arched a brow. "Uh-huh. See, that's adorable and all, but last I checked, we were the ones getting invaded. So maybe let's not rush to extradition, huh, Point Break?"
Thor's expression darkened, but before he could respond, Nick Fury stepped in. His long coat swayed as he exuded authority. "Loki stays here," Fury said firmly. "We'll decide what happens to him after we finish cleaning up this mess."
The tension in the room thickened as Thor squared his shoulders. "You presume to hold an Asgardian Prince, Director Fury?"
Thor had become aware of fury's identity in the process.
Fury didn't flinch. "I presume to keep the world safe. And right now, that means keeping him out of your hands until we figure out exactly what else he has up his sleeve."
Loki chuckled lowly, drawing their attention. "Such arrogance. You truly believe you can keep me caged? That you can defy the will of the cosmos?"
Tony exhaled, exasperated. "Dude. We literally just did."
Thor scowled but relented, stepping back. "Then we will speak of this again once Midgard has settled."
He turned toward Tony, his expression shifting to something softer. "Truly, I am surprised to see you standing. My brother does not fall easily."
Tony's smirk barely faltered. "What can I say? I drink my milk, take my vitamins, and occasionally rewrite the laws of physics. You should try it sometime."
Fury's one good eye narrowed as he studied Tony. "Yeah, about that. You walked away from a one-on-one fight with a god, Stark. That's not normal—not even for you."
Tony rolled his neck, buying himself a second to think. 'He's right. I pushed past my limits in that fight. My body should have shut down, but instead, it adapted. Grew stronger. The genetic instability from the second evolution… it's stabilizing.'
"Maybe I'm just lucky," Tony finally said, brushing the concern aside.
Fury didn't look convinced. "Uh-huh. Well, if your 'luck' gets any stronger, we're gonna need your help for the future with whatever is going on under that suit of yours."
Tony gave a nonchalant shrug, but deep down, he knew what Fury meant.
Loki, meanwhile, had fallen silent, his piercing gaze locked onto Tony.
No snide remarks. No sneering monologues. Just quiet observation.
For the first time in centuries, Loki had felt mortal.
That was the part that unsettled him most.
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Later, on the deck of the Helicarrier, Tony stood alone, his gaze fixed on the Tesseract as SHIELD agents worked to secure it.
The cube pulsed, unstable energy rippling through the air like whispers of something far more dangerous.
'This isn't over. Not by a long shot.'
He knew it. Felt it. The Chitauri were just the beginning.
And in the darkness of space, something—someone—was watching.
A massive throne, carved from the bones of dead titans, rested in the void.
Upon it, a figure loomed, his skin a deep, ominous purple. His golden armor gleamed under the dying light of a distant star.
Thanos leaned forward, his lips curling into a knowing smirk.
"Interesting."
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