By the time that Tony made it to the hospital, Loren was already fast asleep thanks to the increased dosages of sedatives they had been giving him since Tony told Bruce that his fiance was a flight risk. He looked almost peaceful asleep, angry and bitter lines erased from his face in slumber.

There was someone waiting in the room who was definitely not a doctor, not the man who called himself Loki. He looked a little out of place, so muscled that he was practically a walking wet dream in those tight pants and tight white t-shirt, not even his jacket covering over the fact that his biceps were the size of someone's head. He looked like Steve, if Steve had been on steroids since birth and stood an extra couple of feet taller.

"Tony," he greeted, and his voice was Steve's, relieved smile lighting up his face. "Okay, hey. Loki said something about a human disrupting the flow of this reality less than a Jotun, so I'm the one who's come with the cure. Oh-- Steve, hi. I'm Steve Rogers."