Who: Logan Fox and Jethro Jones What: A couple of supervillains find something in common. Namely, evil plans. Where: Logan's office at Happy Endings. When: Monday evening, June 4th, 2012 Warnings: I'll refer you back to the 'who.'
For the past week or so, Logan Fox's office had been dark. Dark, and empty, and far too quiet. For all his employees knew (save for his secretary), he had gone on vacation – a welcome reprieve if there ever was one – because Logan Fox wasn't the type to simply disappear. Not without a good reason, and not while business was better than ever. This time, however, they would be wrong. He had disappeared, but only to expand his interests. Cosmically, as it were. He had the means now, thanks to two clever little thieves; he had the opportunity. He took it.
When he returned, there was no fanfare – just a flash of unnaturally blue light that filled the shadowy office, and there stood a fully armored god, quietly triumphant. In one hand, he held the glowing Tesseract; in the other, his scepter, restored once more to its former glory. He was a sight to behold, but no one saw it – no one would, not yet. The scepter shrank, the armor faded, and the god once more took the guise of a businessman. He wore the perfectly tailored suit proudly, as if it were still his armor, and the smirk never really left his face. Neither did that glint in his eye, the one that could have been mischief just as easily as madness. The two were harder to separate lately, now that he was so close. So very close to getting what he wanted.
Asgard was almost his.
But there were obstacles, of course. Or rather, many obstacles that formed a single obstacle, that constant thorn in his side known as the Avengers. He'd killed two of them recently, though unfortunately that was only half a success. Natasha Romanoff was dead, but Steve Rogers had returned obnoxiously fast. Still, it hardly mattered now. A new Captain America was just as human as an old one, and just as capable of dying again, and again, and again. There were ways of making that happen – better ways, now. More permanent ways, and far more painful ones. Truly, the Avengers weren't an obstacle at all, but a challenge, just like Peyton. This time, he had the means to beat them. All of them. For once and for all.
Spinning the scepter (now disguised as a walking stick, albeit a weirdly bright one) in his hand, Logan stepped elegantly around his desk, took a seat, and leaned back, eyes flicking in the direction of the clock. Just in time. "Clove," he said clearly, knowing his secretary would hear him, wherever she was. He opened a drawer at the bottom of his desk and placed the Tesseract inside it, and then with a wave of his hand, the drawer was gone, as though it had never existed. "I'm expecting a visitor. Show him in, when he arrives."
Logan sat up, and he waited patiently. He had all the time in the world.