Having been brought to his knees by the man he so easily dispatched not days ago should have filled him with shock. Fear. Anguish. But there wasn't even a hint of pause within the Titan's heart, even as his body slumped in pain--only held upright by Odinson's grip.

A weapon that overcame the Infinity Gauntlet wielded by a man whose heart was full of petty vengeance. If Thanos had the breath, he would have laughed. Even when the God was strong, he was utterly weak.

"You should have..." Thanos' voice was breathy, halting. Anyone observing the gruesome scene could have mistaken it for a sure sign of submission or defeat.

Nothing could have been further from the truth.

Thanos braced a hand on Odinson's shoulder. He wanted the arrogant God to have his next words burned into his very being.

"You should have gone for the head."

Every ounce of strength that remained lifted the Gauntlet he still bore, forgotten by Odinson in his lust for nothing more than Thanos' suffering. His fingers came together--generating a portal in space. Suddenly, in his grip was the haggard form of Tony Stark who bore a wound in his stomach nearly identical of Thanos' own.