Bruce Banner was at his wits end with this damn coffee pot. Tony said it was easy, that "you just have to put the coffee in and press the button." He forgot to say which button and where to put the coffee.

"Javits?" Bruce called, scratching his head.

"It's Jarvis, sir." the voice replied.

"Right, sorry. Can you make this danm thing work? "

"Certainly sir. Coffee will be done in approximately five minutes."

Bruce nodded, crossing into the living room to watch the news. The clean up was long done from the battle, the reconstruction process was almost complete. It had been almost two years now, and it took long enough.

They had all moved in with Tony as he completed the floor for them in the tower. Each of them had their own floor, despite not always being there to use them. Right now it was only Tony and himself until at least Monday when Steve returned. God knows where the others were.

The room shook with a crash, stopping as soon as it started. Bruce looked around for the cause, eventually looking out the glass doors to the deck outside. Smoke swirled from the deck itself, centering along a dark shape in the center. He started to head out before turning back inside.

"Tony!" He called.

"I know, coming," Tony rushed out of the hall, joining Bruce outside. "Jarvis told me something hit the deck I just finished fixing. There is nothing I can do to keep this place together at this point."

The two turned to face what awaited them on the deck, not sure if it would be a threat. The smoke had cleared for the most part, and much like Tony's desire to put a bubble around his house the figure was unmoving.

"Tony..."

"Relax it's not like this could be anyone we know."

The figure was wrapped in tattered black clothes, some parts darker than others. As they got closer, there was a wheezing noise that sent a chill through them.

Tony knelt next to the body, reaching out a hand to brush the matted hair from where the face should be. The blood covered metal that greeted him made him freeze. This can't be happening.

"Tony is that..."

He nodded, Bruce joining him near the body. The amount of injuries was enough to make them nervous. The wheezing was bad enough, seeing what caused the sound made it worse.

Before them was Loki, the same one who destroyed the city. Loki, who now lay choking on his own blood through a nose set on a severe slant, barely holding onto consciousness. His eyes were swollen, face scraped on both sides. The arm that was under him was bent at an odd angle, the hand visible from behind him.

"Jarvis, pull up what you think can help this, project it in the living room." Tony snapped, moving to the other side of Loki. "Come on, Bruce. We gotta get him inside, get this thing off his face."

"Tony I don't think-"

"Well we can't leave him out here."

Bruce nodded, moving closer to Loki. They did their best to grab him gently, peeling him from the hole he had made. The noise that came from him was almost inhuman, the screech piercing the air.

They froze mid lift, staring at each other for a moment before deciding to get it over as soon as possible. Loki continued to make that horrible noise until it was nothing more than choked whimpering.

They placed Loki on the coffee table for the reason that they could easily access his wounds then. First order of business was to remove that muzzle.

They could find no easy way to get it off, there was something like a lock on the back but it was nothing of Earth. Tony decided to take the risk and cut it off, knowing that it could cause more harm. Jarvis had supplied the cutter, a little laser armed invention of Tony's.

"Now I don't know if he can hear us, but I hope he knows not to panic too much." Tony mumbled, motioning for Bruce to hold Loki still.

The cut was going well, until it got to the last bit of it. Loki started to whimper as the heat got closer to his skin, ending with a small yelp when it cut through the last of the metal and skin.

They took a moment to untangle the back of the muzzle from his hair before Tony managed to release the torture device from Loki's mouth, a gasp turning into a series of ragged breaths. He would be able to breathe for them to fix his injuries.

If they could fix them without having to call a professional.