Intruder
They stared at the man. The man that was tied to a chair in the comfortable dining room of Avengers Tower. He was bulky, blonde, and may have once been handsome. But if he had, he was no longer. His hair was dirty and dull, and looked as though it had not been washed in weeks. He had bags under his mean-looking blue eyes. His haughty face was etched into a permanent snarl. And he reeked. There were no words to describe the stench that emitted from the intruder. Like salmon gone off mixed with sour milk and dirt. They stared at the man with a mix of disgust, anger, and curiosity. They had all been woken by Loki’s short yelp. They had rushed into their friend’s room to find the intruder unconcious on the floor, knocked out by one of Loki’s many spells. They had tied him to the chair quickly. Loki had sounded very urgent when he told them what to do. They had no idea how he knew who the man was, but they followed his orders anyway. Tony had rushed down to the workshop and brought back a length of chain. Loki had wrap it tightly around the man’s waist, pinning his arms to his sides and binding him to the chair. He had then wrapped an entire rope around the man. They had never seen Loki take so much caution with one prisoner. The man had woken up soon after, and had tried valiantly to break free of his bonds. But Loki had tied him well and he was unable to escape. He now stared at them, a putrid look on his face. They looked at Loki. Who was this man?
