"Aw, mom," Tony whined as he fell out of the car, rusty and a lot slower than Kate to warm up and shake out the cobwebs. He was still stretching his back when she made her suggestion and his smile in return was slightly pained until he could drop his shoulders with a huff. "We'll get set up at a real nice motel tonight," he offered, approximating what he must have thought a railriding hobo sounded like, hands dancing like he could just see the luxuries. "With a real life jacuzzi and one of them coin-operated beds." It might as well have been all the same to him. This was a major downgrade from the private jet, but at least he wasn't complaining.
He was a few steps into the field, navigating the hard crust on the tilled earth, when he noticed the figure trudging their way. Its shuffle had an almost zombie-like quality, but with distinct purpose, not the mindless meander of the infected. Notably, it also had horns, but who knew what the crazy kids were doing these days. Wicked hung out with dead people. By the time Tony made it back to the road, bladder emptied and ass a little less tingly, the full surreality of the situation came to light. He stood across the road from the car, letting Loki trudge his way between them, giving himself a pat on the back for not having his dick out right then and then another for the deja vu that came with the thought. Eventually, because something had to be said, Tony offered, "Need a ride, big boy?"