[FrostIron] Kryptonite. [1/?]

OOC: This is somewhat based on a roleplay I did but has my own twist into it.

Loki blurry vision looked towards the group of Avengers, very most, Tony Stark. He tried to kill him off first but he has underestimated him. His pale long fingers curled around some rubble beneath him. "How...?" He muttered out raspingly, feeling like his lungs got crushed but his chest was perfectly fine.

He passed out onto the rubble, falling entirely limp on the ground. Nick Fury wasn't happy at all, the destruction of the city. "Let's get Loki into a cell. Tony Stark your watching him, this an order." Director Fury said with a stern ordering tone.

Tony looked up and growled. "Yes, sir." He said towards him before he picked up the limp passed out body on the ground. Director Fury took the scepter/staff, going to lock this up tightly so doesn't get used ever again.

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Loki woke up feeling like crap, the light shining down at him from the ceiling lights. He raised his hand up to his face, rubbing his thumb and index over the bridge of his nose. "Where am I...?" He asked himself, looking around to see he was in a cell.

He used the wall for support, getting up onto his own feet. He looked through the glass window that was thick and likely unbreakable. Why couldn't he feel any magic? The thought lingered in his mind in question.

Tony was busy working on a small project, sparks flying as he wields metal together. Unaware of a God that is awake in it's cell.

Loki tapped the window stubbornly, glaring. "I demand you to let me free at once!" He shouted out sternly. He saw Tony lift the wielding helmet up and looked to him. "No. Now be quiet in your cell and let me work." He said quietly. "Jarvis please play some AC/DC." He said to Jarvis.

"Yes, sir."

The music came on, letting him get back to his work.

Loki on the other hand just scowled with a cold glare at Tony. "I demand you to turn this music crap off!" He said pounding one of his fist against the window. Tony didn't bother to listen or actually hear him over the booming music.

He scowls in frustration, stomping his feet around the cell in clear anger. He licked his lips trying to figure out a way to escape this cell and this very building. He rubbed his hand over his chin ponderingly, figuring out a way to escape.

Then it clicked! He can try to get Tony to let him use the bathroom, there must be a window or a vent to escape out of. Would this plan work or no? The question asked in his mind. Pushing that single thought away.