#iamironmandamnit

((Hehe this has to do with yesterday’s little argument in a way uwu))

"Come on, Nat, this way." said Tony, a smirk playing on his face as he ushered Natasha downstairs. She raised a simple eyebrow at him before she just went along with the flow, walking into his ‘garage’ or sorts.

Tony Stark I believe?

In about 15 days, hun.

I'll model. Go.

iamironmandamnit replied to your post: Get the fuck into bed, Mrs. Stark.

Oh, wait. I’m in the guest room.

The trip to New York was long and tiring; fraught with nearly-being-walked-intos, and sorry-was-that-your-foot?s. Loki's temper was short at the best of times and when they finally began the descent, the god was off the plane before the wheels touched down (he did stumble though, the speed differential is difficult to calculate when you're trying to focus on not slaughtering every bumbling human in the god-forsaken flying tin can). Attempting to get his bearings, Loki glanced across the skyline, the cityscape so familiar and so alien at the same time. He shook himself and methodically checked his illusions. It was barely a thought to keep himself hidden from these mindless midgardians, Thor was another issue, but only just. When not on the hunt, Thor would not notice a magical bird flying up his nose. The god let out a small sound of amusement at the thought, then froze as the vague conversation behind him paused.

"...What was that?"