"Oh, how charming," Leena laughed, "A true knight in shining armor. Excellent job, Mister Stark. Should I surrender now?"

"Hold on a sec," he replied, raising his arms. A streak of light emmitted from his hands and hit her, sending her flying backwards. She crashed through the door, dust flying up around her.
"Okay," he beamed, "Now you can surrender."

"Stark!" Steve looked at him, appaled.

"What?" Tony asked, confused as to why he was being scowled and not praised.

"You can can't do that! You might have killed her!" Steve stated.

"I don't see how that'd be a bad thing," Tony replied.

"She's still my wife," Steve sighed, "I don't want to be a widower."

"Ah, come on, Steve," Tony nudged him, "All the cute girls feel bad for the widower. You won't even notice."

"That's a nice sentiment, Rogers," Charlie stated, making both turn to look at her, "But she's not dead."

"How do you know?" Tony demanded.

"Because you can't kill a god, you fool," Leena said, pushing aside some rubble and climing to
her feet, "And you would know all about that, wouldn't you... Loki?"

Charlie stared back at her, caught. Suddenly, she began changing, her hair growing shorter and darker. Tony and Steve just stared as she became a he before their eyes, normal work clothes changing to an outfit more customary to Asgard.

"Amora," Loki returned, making both the men turn to look at her, instead.

"You really thought you could fool me?" she laughed, "After all, I taught you everything you know."

"Amora? Who the hell is that?" Steve questioned.

"She's an Asgardian scorceress," Loki growled, glaring at her, "And the oppressive queen of my place."

"I can't actually believe you're my secretary," Tony muttered, "This is the second time this has happened! I'm never employing a redhead, ever, again."

"We've got more important things than that, at the moment," Loki hissed, not taking his eyes off Amora, "I've come to get my revenge on you, Amora. I've been tracking you for a very long time, trying to get you to slip up, and now I have you."

"You're so sweet, Dear," she stated, "But I've moved on to bigger fish." She flicked her wrist in his direction, causing a burst of energy to come flying towards him. Loki countered it with his own, trembling a bit under the force, but remaining strong enough to hold her back.

"I've come a long way since then as well, Amora," Loki replied, "And I expected you to react the way you have."

"How sweet," she chuckled, putting both her hands up to add a little extra shove in her own blast, "One last dance for a master and her pupil. I would, but I have... Other appointments." She disappeared and the energy she conjured up died out, leaving Loki shooting at nothing but the rubble left behind from their encounter.

"Oh, and Tony?" she was beside him, whispering in his ear, "No matter how hard you try... You'll never find them all. You'll never get back whatever the dreams tell you that you had - I'll make sure of that." Just like that, she was gone. Leaving Loki furious, Steve baffled and Tony slightly creeped out.

"What. The Hell. Just happened?" he demanded.

"Perhaps..." Loki sighed, turning to him, "Perhaps I have some explaining to do."