Tony Stark: Would you like a drink?
Loki: Stalling me won’t change anything.
Tony Stark: No, no. Threatening. No drink? Are you sure? I’m having one.
Loki: The Chitauri are coming. Nothing will change that. What have I to fear?
Tony Stark: The Avengers. That’s what we call ourselves. We’re sort of like a team. “Earth’s mightiest heroes”-type thing.
Loki: Yes, I’ve met them.
Tony Stark: Yeah. It takes us a while to get any traction, I’ll give you that one. But let’s do a head count, here. Your brother, the demigod, a super soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend. A man with breathtaking anger-management issues, a couple of master assassins, and you, big fella, you’ve managed to piss off every single one of them.
Loki: That was the plan.
Tony Stark: Not a great plan. When they come, and they will, they’ll come for you.
Loki: I have an army.
Tony Stark: We have a Hulk.
