A few minutes later, Tony still looking with worry at Loki. They’re at least on the roof, but nothing seems to be happening. Tony slips his hands into his pockets and buffets the heavy, cold winds. Whatever is wrong with Loki seems to also be wrong with the proverbial watcher god. His mind is going a mile a minute but on the off chance that Loki begins to throw a fit, Tony’s keeping close.

“I don’t think it’s you,” Tony says, eyes leaving the sky to touch his bonded. “It’s like something has been blocked.”

He nearly said “severed” but that wouldn’t have gone over well.

“Even if you lost your magic, Golden Eye would still find us.”