It hurt to open his eyes. Izaya kept on having to flutter them open every few seconds to try and wake himself up. The feeling of grogginess and the will to sleep longer, muddled around in his head and god damn it, he wanted to wake up now.

He groaned at how bright the light was, and forced everything he had in himself to keep his eyes open. Then there was the matter of somebody holding his arm to the table, making sure he didn't move into a sitting position.

"I don't think you're in any condition to move at the moment." The person holding him down said. He forced himself to see past the bright light and saw Steve Rogers. With his suit on and everything.

Tony wasn't lying with that off hand comment about the spandex suit.

"I presume it's because of the way Natasha's friend treated me. It'll be bad for business once everything here is over,' Izaya replied,' At least that's what Namine will say when she sees me."

"Namine?" Steve asked, curiosity edging its way into his tone.

Probably presumed that however Namine was, was a caring person. Whether that be of romantic or platonic relationship. Someone has to care for the smart person who seemed to be the scum of the earth.

There always had to be someone.

"A secretary who works for me. Doesn't like me much." He wants to crush that thought of anyone trying to figure him out. The more they latched onto the one note horrible personality, the better.

Steve only shrugged, not knowing what to say.

"Enough about me. Did you catch Clint or was my head being banged against metal all for nothing?" He said, sounding surprisingly bitter, even to himself.

"Natasha took him down and is now resting. Loki got away in all the madness."

Izaya let his head lean further into the pillow that was provided for him. Much harder than the ones he own at home, he was still grateful all the same.

"He awake?" A voice said, particularly loudly.

His head throbbed in pain. He hissed lowly and put much effort to put his hands over his ears. He heard the muffled noise of the two men, as they argued. The one who caused his head to go into pain was none other than Tony Stark.

Izaya's face went from one of being general blankness to understood irritation.

Tony threw some bloody cards onto the table and Steve looked like he had been personally punched by Shizu-chan himself. The two men started to argue about one of the agents that they had some kind of caring for.

"I'm sorry. He seemed like a good man." Steve said, looking away.

"He was an idiot."

"Why? For believing?" Steve said, getting slightly irritated at Tony.

"For taking on Loki alone." Was the quick comment back to the blond, irritation shining clearly on Tony's face. The two started to move closer to each other. A male dominant thing Izaya figured.

"He was doing his job."

"He was out of his league. He should have waited. He should have..." Tony said, trailing off at the end. He sighed and moved a step or so away from Steve, trying to keep the peace between them.

This was just slightly amusing to watch, even if his head was pounding.

"Sometimes there isn't a way out, Tony." The blond said, solemnly.

"Right. How did that work for him?"

"Is this the first time you've lost a soldier?" Steve said, trying to put a hand to the other's shoulder. Quickly Tony turning around and glared like the Captain had personally killed a loved one of his.

"WE ARE NOT SOLDIERS! I am not marching to Fury's fife!" The billionaire shouted, stepping away from both Steve and Izaya.

Izaya felt he should intervene, knowing if the two went on any longer, they wouldn't get along for the fight.

Clearing his throat, he waited for the both of them to realize that there was in fact another person in the room. Both heads turned their way to him and he smiled.

"While I understand that nobody here is particularly happy to be forced on a team that has nobody that they know or trust, still does not give you the right to act like small children. Get use to each other or leave me alone to do your petty squabbling." He said, irritation clearly presented in his voice. His smile fell and he waited for one of them to answer.

For a few moments nobody talked. Then Izaya saw in Tony's eyes that he was thinking hard about about the situation that had occurred earlier.

"Must have been part of the plan. To have us distracted with trying to get information out of him that we would forget that there were others with him. They would strike when it felt right and take him off the helicarrier." Tony said, turning from Steve to him.

"That would seem so billionaire. More importantly what is he doing that needed him to be captured?" He said. Shifting slightly on the cot, he looked around Tony to Steve, wondering which would come to the conclusion first.

"He seems like the type of person who wants everyone to see what he's accomplished, right out in the open." Tony said, starting to pace.

"Yes. And what else Mr. Stark?" He didn't mean the condescending tone. Really.

A flash of something sparked in the billionaire's eyes and suddenly he was off.

"Yeah. That's just a preview, this is opening night. Loki's a full-tilt diva. He wants flowers, he wants parades, he wants a monument built in the skies with his name plastered...,' There was a pause to Tony's speech as he realized something,' Son of a bitch!"

"Ah language Mr. Stark. I may not be a native to English, but I do know the curses." Izaya said, tone light, trying to be funny in his own way.