Chaotic Neutral

@stark-enterprises

It was only natural to take a few steps back, Tony told himself as Loki dominates his vision. They’ve danced this dance before. The last time it had a more explosive outcome. Something Stark doesn’t wish to repeat anytime soon. “So what?..” he states whilst standing his ground, eyes now locked onto the one before him. Ignoring the unsettling feeling at the back of his mind.   “Am I not allowed to presume? Because, let’s face it, the only time you have ever been anywhere near me, let alone this planet, is if you want something. Which I don’t have. So why are you here? I’ll give you thirty seconds before I call someone…” Tony isn’t entirely sure what’s keeping him rooted to the spot. Curiosity? Fear? There are some things that even he has trouble figuring out. Especially when it came to his own mind.  

Long fingers reached into the breast pocket of the crisp white shirt and pulled out a rectangle made out of thick, slightly pearlescent cardstock. With a flourish, Loki twirled the card between his fingers before holding it out to Stark.