Home and prep.
Sherlock frowned down at Stark who was lying on his back in the middle of the road, asleep.
“How long has been asleep like that?” Sherlock asked the small girl who was standing a few feet away. He wasn't sure who she was or why she was there.
“About a half an hour,” The girl said quietly. Tony let out a soft snore, and small smile spread across his. He looked very peaceful for a man who had was asleep in the middle of a wet road.
“Is he okay?” Sherlock inquired nudging him with his foot. Stark let out a small sound of protest.
“I think so, he got kick once I think, but he seemed fine. Just tired,” The girl answered.
“What happened to Niko?”
“Dead.”
Sherlock raised an eyebrow.
“How?”
“Dinosaur,” The girl sounded sad.
"How'd that happen?"
"Portal," The girl replied absently.
“So I take it you’re the kid with the portals?”
“Yep, that's her,” Stark’s voice broke into the conversation.
“Are you okay?” Sherlock asked.
Tony sat up blinked a few times, sniffed and then hopped to his feet, “Yeah I’m great.”
“Have you gotten enough sleep for me to tell why I am here?” The girl asked.
“Why don’t we do some introductions first,” Sherlock blurted before Tony could respond, “Like, what's your name?”
“Oh, I am June, and it’s sort of my fault that all this is happening.”
Sherlock looked at the sad expression on the girl’s face and felt the sudden urge to cheer her up.
“Well if it counts for anything I am grateful that you sent him” He elbowed Tony, “ Back in time,” Sherlock said with a smile. Tony frowned, and let a small cry of pain.
"Oops. Sorry," Sherlock had forgotten about the hell that had been wrecked on Tony's ribs.
“Okay, kid why are you here?” Tony said after a minute of silence.
“Loki has a portal from Earth to Jotunheim. He intends to use it bring an army to Earth.”
Sherlock opened his mouth to ask the millions of questions popping into his mind, but Tony interrupted him.
“Do the Avengers know this?”
“Loki… He brainwashed them…” June answered slowly.
“What?!” Tony’s voice had a prick of panic to it.
June nodded. Sherlock squinted in confusion.
“Shit okay, we need to go now,” Tony inhaled, “Can you get me a portal home?”
“Yes,” June answered.
“Good do it.”
Maria Hill stepped out of the helicopter right behind Agent Phil. She was glad he was going to be there to mediate. She had a feeling whatever Brax had been telling people wasn’t good. She rang the doorbell, and there was no reply. Phil grumbled something unintelligible, and kicked the door.
“Don’t move!”
Hill, and Coulson froze.
“What are you doing here?” Peter’s voice had a dangerous edge to it.
“Did Loki send you?” Someone else who Hill didn’t know stepped out from behind Peter.
“What? Loki?” Hill questioned, “What do you mean Loki?”
“Well he’s Brax to you,” Peter spat.
“He’s WHAT?” Had Loki seriously been right under her nose the whole time.
“Did Brax put you up to betraying Tony?” The other person demanded.
“NO!” Hill exclaimed, “He framed me!”
Peter turned his dangerous gaze to Coulson.
“Is that true?” The young man’s voice was not far off from a hiss.
Phil nodded. Peter loosened up a little.
“Where is Pepper?” Hill asked. She was surprised the woman wasn't here assaulting her.
“Three frost giants came to the house, and took her,” Peter said sadly.
“WHAT?!!!” The enraged voice made everyone jump and turn around.
Peter couldn’t contain a whoop of confused joy when he saw who had spoken.
“Mr. Stark!” Peter cried and ran to Tony. He knew Mr. Stark wasn’t keen on hugs, but he didn't care. He leapt and threw himself into the man’s arms.
“They told us you were dead!” Peter couldn’t hold back his tears. Mr. Stark hugged him right back.
“Nonsense,” Mr. Stark assured Peter. Then Peter’s eyes fell on the man standing behind Mr. Stark.
“The hell?” Peter hopped back in surprise.
Mr. Stark sighed.
30 minutes later…
Sherlock gaped at the shiny red gold suit of armor. He had never seen anything like it. It was even more intricate then the robots that had attacked them.
“That’s…” Sherlock whispered.
“Outdated,” Tony scoffed and walked past the suit of armor, “If you want to see something really beautiful follow me.”
Sherlock, Peter, Harley, Hill, and Coulson all followed him over to a large steel case. The introductions had been fun.
“This boys, and lady,” Stark nodded to Hill, “This is my pride and joy. I have been waiting for a special occasion to use this badass.”
Stark clicked a button, and the case slid open revealing an even more advanced suit. It had extra plating, and the paint gleamed even newer than the other one.
“That’s-”
“That is godkiller, and she is our ticket to wiping Loki’s face in the dirt,” Stark sounded like a proud father. He stared at the suit for a minute, “Right we need a plan.”