. . .May 21st . . .

Arranging a meeting with Tony Stark was futile. At every turn, really. I sighed. I spent nineteen days as a mortal on this realm, and experienced what few gods could experience. On May 15th in Chicago Illinois when I was headed to my flat I was mugged and beaten up. Blood on the corner of my mouth, two broken ribs, and two black eyes with visible wounds on my face. Though I quickly recuperated within the five days that passed. I had one rib that still ached, my eyes were back to their normal size/appearance, and there was still a scar on my lip.

I decided, right then, at the moment standing outside Stark Towers to do what I rarely did as a mortal.

I transformed into a bird then flew up to the open window.

When I came to a pause I saw that Data and . . .Another Data?

Tony was at the desk.

"Okay, you tell me about this other timeline where Loki did 'some irreversible bad deed'." Tony said.

Data nodded.

Soong sat there fumbling with his fingers.

"Loki, in the timeline I am aware of, initiated the battle of New York." Data said.

"Where one thousand civilians were killed by a species called the Chitauri." Soong said.

"The worst of the worst and the best of the best at torture." Data continued.

"And the Avengers initiative was brought back." Soong said.

"It mostly consisted of Thor, you, Natasha, Clint Burton, Bruce Banner, and Steve Rogers." Data said.

"Together, you defeated Loki and saved New York." Soong said.

Tony raised a brow.

"Is that why you insisted I meet this Bruce Banner?" Tony asked.

"In case of the battle ever occurs, why yes." Both versions of Data said.

They think I am going to be the bad guy, again?

I felt rage bottling up inside.

I perched my talons on the edge.

So I waited and waited.

All for the versions of Data to leave.

Their conversation lasted for thirty-two minutes. They were dressed in casual jeans, white and blue buttoned up shirts, dark shoes, and they had two different pairs of wrist watches. Data had a matching golden wrist watch while Soong had on a dark wrist watch. They may have the same appearance and attire but something was very different about Soong. I call the other Data 'Soong' because that is the last name of his creator. Soong was different from Data. Soong had a human appearance about him more than Data.

The two Data's left the room.

I turned myself into a small mouse

Tony walked over to the window then opened one part of the window. I quickly darted into the room then went into the right hand corner of the room. I transformed back into a human leaning my back against the wall. I had a whistle at Tony's nice butt. The man turned around with eyes wide and his mouth fell open.

"Who are you?" Tony asked.

"Tony Stark," I said, stepping forward. "I need your help to save Asgard."

"Who. Are. You?" Tony asked, again, dramatically.

I stepped forward with a grim look.

"My name is Loki Odinson of Asgard," I said. "I am not the villain this time around, Mr Stark, nor am I interested in attacking this realm." He didn't seem to be convinced. "Tony, I am the Loki they talked about memories and all. What I am interested in. . ." I had a long stare at the man. "Is normalizing the Borg." I tapped on my forehead. "It is a long story."

"How do I know that you are not lying?" Tony asked.

I eyed at the mortal.

"You don't." I said.

"Then I can't help you." Tony said. "What happened to your lip?"

"I was mugged." I said.

Tony laughed.

"So gods get mugged on Asgard?" Tony said.

I stared at him, seriously.

"Middle Earth." I said.

"What?" Tony said, puzzled.

"You heard me. MIDDLE EARTH." I repeated myself.

Tony was left dumbstruck.

"But. . ." Tony said.

"I am a mortal now like you and all the other Avengers bound from here. Perhaps I should approach your scientist for some help rather than you." I sighed. "I do not understand why Q mentioned a genius to me." I picked up a berry and ate it. "Why yes, Q recommended you."

"But Q is not real!" Tony said.

"Data and Data are real." I said.

"That's because some other person made them!" Tony said.

I glared at the man.

"Who would be that obsessed with Star Trek?" I asked.

"Trekkies." Tony said.

I raised a brow.

"People who trek through space?" I asked.

"Fans of Star Trek." Tony said.

"Ah," I said. "Well then . . . I will ask Bruce."

"And if he says no?" Tony said.

"Then I am a one man army." I said.

I heard the door open a crack so I turned myself into a raven and hopped onto the edge of the table in a calm manner. Tony's head turned in the direction of the door. It was Data tilting himself halfway in with a curious look about his eyes and an intrigued look.

"Excuse me," Data said. "But . . . Where are the screws?"

Tony had the most dumbstruck look on his face.

I kawed then flew right at Data's direction with my wings flapping.