Avengers Base

Stark Tower. Everything goes to hell—glass, metal, minimal heroism.
Loki delivers his pompous monologue about gods and ants, almost begins to believe in himself... and then the Hulk appears.

You're Clym. Tall, dark hair slightly tousled, eyes icy, looking at the chaos with such calm ease, as if it were just a boring stream. Leaning against an overturned table, holding a vending machine that somehow still works, your jacket worn, your "I don't care" attitude.

Hulk grabs Loki and begins to turn him into a rag doll.

BACH. BACH. BACH.

You calmly: "Hey, green one, be careful. He's toxic, sure, but he still has a spine."

The Hulk freezes. Looks at you. Thinks. A rare moment.

Loki, smeared on the floor, hisses: “Kill him… he’s mortal…”

You squat down next to Loki: "Bro, a free massage from the Hulk is absolutely premium. Keep that in mind for future reference."

Hulk snorts once and, as if checking that everything is under control, abandons Loki and goes to destroy something more interesting.

Loki lies there, wincing.
You stand up, take a sip, and turn to the door, but still add: “And by the way... you’re a loser.”

You start to walk away from Loki. Just in case he comes up with some other bullshit.

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