Loki was watching by Astral projection, as his little box arrived at Tony Stark's home. The sensor sweep remained silent when no explosives were detected, although the Norse God let loose a short burst of laughter.
Tricks were always his favourite form of vengeance, and he did rather have a score to settle with this particular Avenger. The parcel lay unattended, ignored and inert for the entire morning. Tony was in his lab following up on an new wrinkle for the suit.
The Mark Fifty would be a revolution, lighter, stronger, and faster to wear. But hunger finally drove him from the lab, that and the fact that he'd hit a snag. A break was in order.
As he headed towards the kitchen his eyes were drawn to the parcel. Wrapped in metallic red gift paper, and with a golden ribbon an inch wide around it, topped with a pink bow.
Ignoring it, he headed to the kitchen and made a simple snack, as he finished of a beer. Snagging a second bottle he headed back to the lab. However, he couldn't walk past the parcel. It intrigued him, so carefully wrapped, and the pink bow suggested that it was from a female admirer.
Carefully he opened it.
A spray of pink and silver confetti exploded in his face. He was laughing as he stumbled backwards. As the confetti fluttered down, cute tiny helium balloons letters floated out of the box. They wafted and drifted in the air, their movement was a little unnatural, and as that revelation struck. They formed a word - s u r p r i s e -.
"Shit", Tony thought, "I hate magic."
It was his last thought, as the balloons burst in a pink and white blinding light, knocking Tony backwards over the sofa. His head bounced with a heavy wet smack off a table knocking him unconscious.
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