New York: 9:37am.
Morning came, and not a moment too soon. Thor flung mjolnir and soared across New York, landing on her feet with a sturdy "thud" right outside Stark Towers. With any luck, this would be dealt with quickly and she could kick Loki's ass before lunch. If her mind wasn't otherwise occupied with the multiple ways she'd smash Loki's skull, Thor would probably be contemplating lunch, and possibly Dwight as well, he'd likely be mad that she'd vanished after she sort of told him she'd be fine. After all this was over she'd find a way to make it up to him, no one else had been so eager to help her, no one else had been such good company for her since she'd left Asgard.
"Is Stark here?" she asked the doorman who was already trying not to shit himself after what he'd seen Thor do yesterday, the beating she could give him if he didn't give her an answer she wanted to hear.
"Top floor." the doorman replied, stepping aside to let Thor in. He immediately started slamming on the silent alarm. He knew he was no match for Thor, but Stark took security seriously, surely there'd be some internal system that would blast the strange blonde woman to pieces.
"Thank you." she replied, surprisingly polite since she usually smashed first and then asked questions later.
The doorman had caught her on a good day, at least it was a good day so far, depending on how cooperative Stark decided to be, the day could continue to be pleasant, or take a turn for the worst.
If she knew how expensive, and how high-tech Stark towers was, she'd likely have been impressed, however she had no idea nor did she had the time to appreciate the impressive design around her as she made a beeline to the elevator. She pulled the folded piece of paper out of her sleeve and stared at the slightly blurred image as the elevator continued its upward journey.
Loki. This one picture, a grainy, but not totally useless, candid snap from the Hulk-fight that had taken place only a couple of days earlier. The photo was taken miliseconds before she'd collided with the Trickster and this was the image she would give to Stark to help run the face trace to find him once and for all. If only she knew Loki had met Stark face to face only a few hours ago at the charity ball last night.
The elevator doors slid apart, silently, aside from the "ding" that informed everyone that the elevator had finished its trip. It was much better than the elevator at Thor's apartment complex, that thing creaked and squeaked with every floor and the doors screeched when they slid apart.
She recognised Stark, remembering his face from the news broadcast the previous morning, though she didn't know his two companions, a man, older than Stark, and a woman.
"Tony Stark. I would have words with you." Thor said, taking a confident step outside of the elevator.
All he had to do was run the search, this didn't need to get ugly.
