[Loki isn't going anywhere, and he knows it's because he's a god. Because Tony can't make him do anything. He's at the mercy of a teenage tyrant. Of all the things to face, he's stuck dealing with a murderous, magic-toting immortal.
Well, he is immortal. Tony doesn't say anything. He looks up, measures the distance between where he's standing and where Loki is sitting in his window, and makes his move. Releasing the armor takes only s fraction of a second. Not even a blink. And then he's on Loki, flying at him and throw the window hole at full speed, dragging the mini-god with him.]
You want me to say something? Get out of my face.
[He's still flying. Tony doesn't even know where he's going, really, but he's gong there fast and taking Loki along for the ride.]
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Well, he is immortal. Tony doesn't say anything. He looks up, measures the distance between where he's standing and where Loki is sitting in his window, and makes his move. Releasing the armor takes only s fraction of a second. Not even a blink. And then he's on Loki, flying at him and throw the window hole at full speed, dragging the mini-god with him.]
You want me to say something? Get out of my face.
[He's still flying. Tony doesn't even know where he's going, really, but he's gong there fast and taking Loki along for the ride.]