Stranger: Tony stood over by the wall, silently watching a party he supposedly thrown, a drink in his hand. But as parties went, this was a sad excuse for one. Classical music played over the stereo as rich and powerful men and their pretty wives chatted with each other. Tony had spoken with each of them, he had an image to keep up, but none of them were interesting. Hell, even Fury’s lectures were better then this. Tony sighed and drank the rest of his drink. At least he was allowed to drink here. Fury would have a fit if he drank during one of his meetings. He was just about to get another when a tall, lanky, dark-haired someone caught his attention on the other side of the large room. What was Loki doing here? It had been months since his attack on New York and Tony knew he’d been banished here, but he never thought Loki would turn up at one of his parties. The god supposedly played for their team now. He’d even helped bag some of the big shot villains since then, but he never stuck around long afterwards. Tony didn’t blame him, since half the team still harbored bad feelings towards him, especially since he had been responsible for Agent Coulson’s near-death.
You: Loki couldn’t stand being imprisoned on Earth. It wasn’t at all like Asgard, the realm in which he hailed from. Earth felt like a scratchy burlap sack compared to the silken sheen of Asgard. He hated every moment, especially those with Thor. But it wasn’t all bad. His brother let him play with the rest of the humans who pretended like they were special. But in between those times, for they were few and far between, Loki hadn’t much to do but marvel at human error. He was rather disgusted most of the time. It was only the richest of men that sparked his interest. Their lavish lives were the closest he could get to Asgardian life. It wasn’t much, but it was more than nothing. Better than the small cell he kept at the SHIELD base. Loki was playing on the good side now, or rather, had no choice in the matter. It didn’t quite matter to him if was a trusted or liked. But they couldn’t threaten him now. He resumed the midgardian clothing he favored, black suit and sharp tie, stepping into the only edifice he could bear; Stark Tower.