At the door of Stark Tower

[justakidfrombrklyn]

He doesn't really have a phone anymore, at least not one that isn't a burner on the end of it's life, and that phone never had the number he needed in it, so he didn't call ahead. Instead, he's just there, heading for the front desk to see if perhaps, just maybe, he has a friend here. Or at least an ally.

"Steve Rogers for Tony Stark, please?"

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[godofbadideas]

"I have nothing but faith in the ability of Tony Stark - any iteration I've ever encountered - to make technology do whatever he so wishes," Loki says, leaning back on the couch again, and sipping his beer.

Yes, this Loki is different. And yes, he can help. Help a lot, if you let him. If it suits him.

[justakidfrombrklyn]

Steve scrubs his face and looks over at Loki.

"What do you need me to do?"

[godofbadideas]

Loki takes a quick glance over to where Tony is muttering to himself about cross-compatibility, and then turns back to Steve.

"Well, first we need to find him. Do you have anything of his? Preferably hair, or blood, or some other kind of biomass. Or something extremely sentimental."

He can do the divination without, of course, but it would be so much easier with.

[justakidfrombrklyn]

Steve considers that for a moment before pulling out an old compass from his bag. There's a picture of Peggy in there that he's had for ages, but peeling it back, he pulls out another picture. This one wasn't exactly fit for the newsreels.

He holds it out.

"Will that work?"

[godofbadideas]

Loki takes it carefully, and closes his eyes, breathing a few words of power. His fingertips glow briefly emerald green, before fading out.

"Yes," he says after a moment. "I think it will."