After Loki passed out again, Sherlock tore off his mask and glared irritably at Thor on the operating table, pointing at Thor's nose as he started cursing.
"Fuck! Thor! What the hell were you laughing at? You almost gave us away just now! If I hadn't been quick enough to block Loki's view with my body, you would've exposed us! Do you understand? We didn't rehearse this! This is live!"
Hearing Sherlock's roar, Thor sheepishly pulled his arms and legs out of the large hole beneath the bed, awkwardly scratching his head.
"Mentor, I didn't do it on purpose. It's just my first time doing something like this, so I couldn't hold it together."
Yes, the utterly miserable Thor Loki had just seen was really nothing more than special-effects makeup combined with a few magic props.
Fortunately, the result was still quite good. Everyone quickly got busy again, and this grand performance aimed at Loki entered its final act.
When Loki woke up again, he discovered that the scene before him had changed once more. The person imprisoned inside that huge glass tank was no longer himself, but Thor—a completely unharmed Thor!
But what made Loki shudder with fear was that Sherlock stood before him!
If it had merely been the Sherlock from the Battle of New York, that would have been one thing. But it was obvious that the Sherlock before him was not the Sherlock from before.
Half of Sherlock's face was now covered in machinery. The eye on that mechanical half emitted a crimson glow that seemed to pierce the soul, and he stood silently beside Loki's bed.
Behind Sherlock stood Hulk, whose body was almost more than half mechanized. Even his face was covered by a mechanical mask.
Both Sherlock and Hulk behind him carried an