This is a story I sort of thought while looking at lots of pictures of Loki. Hope you all enjoy!
"Why is your brother a kid and sitting on your shoulder with black cat ears and a tail?"
"Hmm, it is a pretty… hard thing to say… "
Tony who is at the bar apparently dead drunk, yell some insensible words.
"It's all my fault! I should just die and forget about everything!"
Steve just stared at Tony and wondering what exactly went wrong here.