"Loki Laufeyson."

    "Stephen Strange. Mind telling me what exactly I'm doing here?"

     "I am disappointed. I thought on some level you might know."

     "You know what they say about assumptions, Doc."

    "Hm. Yes, well." He pauses before nodding to himself to continue, "You know your brother believes you to be dead?" 

    Loki raises his brow and lets the silence flow on for an uncomfortably long time, it seems as though he won't continue, but just as the silence begins to ring, he speaks, softer than expected, "I'm aware of this, yes." He pauses yet again then nods to the closed door they stand near, "Is this why you have really called me here? Sorcerer Supreme?" His voice drips with mockery, his eyes following suit, full of disinterest and boredom. 

    Strange nods slowly, his eyes falling on the door, "A girl has been entrusted to me by Steve Rogers himself. They aren't exactly in the favor of the law at the moment."

    At this his eyes widen and a small smile plays at his mouth, "So the walking flag finally caught up with the big boys." He nods very slowly, his eyes catching the door again, energy radiating from its strong oak. He sighs quietly, seeming to contemplate what he's expecting to happen, "So what's wrong with her?" He nearly flinches at the question as if his curiosity may be mistaken for sympathy.

    Nothing is said as Strange magically makes all of the footage and articles on the girl appear in the air. Loki pays close attention to each of them, his eyes lighting with something unrecognizable and unreadable. His fascination with her grows quickly as he watches, even the security footage from Stark Tower intrigues him. He tilts his head slightly as he watches, his skin crawling as he realizes what all this girl could do. And what he could do with her. He smirks and looks up at Strange, over the footage, "So when do I start?" He understands exactly what Strange needs. It is clear only someone such as himself could accomplish the task. She needed to be harvested, honed, broken. This was a task for a God.

    Stephen flinches, wavering, unsure if this is the right decision, he sees the fire in the God's eyes. How it could all go wrong so very quickly. He wait's a moment longer, thinking, deciding and very quickly hoping, hoping that he's doing the right thing. He looks up and meets the God's eyes, "As soon as possible."