Thor found himself outside of the hotel. Eyes faintly narrowed, he inspected the area for signs of danger, but of signs there were none. Not of danger, at least. Ample signs of debauchery, though. Half-nude humans milling the area with drinks in hand amid a backdrop of artistic tropical decadence. After trodding through the poorer parts of the city in his search, the contrasting wealth and indulgence felt nearly obscene to Thor. Gaudy and suggestive, tasteless and sexual. 

Thor had no doubt Stark would be near. 

When he heard the billionaire’s name mentioned by a tittering gaggle of barely-of-age and barely-dressed maidens, Thor’s suspicion was verified. 

His hunt, evidently, was at an end. 

The route had been circuitous. It had been a newscast blaring in a local tavern that had tipped Thor. He had paused just inside the entrance to watch. Footage of the smoking remains of a Stark dwelling right here in Cuba. Other images of the Iron Man suits blazing across the sky. Commentary and speculation from eye-witnesses. Thor had slowly realized that Stark had apparently elected out of the subtle approach. Reproachable as far as tactics went, Thor thought, but the man’s property had paid for the poor judgement. Thor could only hope Stark himself had not perished in the blaze.

Then he had heard rumor from two tavern wastrels, not locals to the region judging by their pale complexions. 

“I’d sure like to be in that guy’s will,” the one had said before knocking back a stiff swallow.

“Who? Stark?” the other had answered with a snort. “That guy ain’t dead. I heard he’s throwing some party or something, few blocks from here. Fuckin’ prick probably blew his own damn place up to get some more attention.”

Now here stood Thor, a “few blocks” later. Ignoring some of the intriguing female looks cast his way, and even an offer or twelve for a drink, Thor located the desk where the retainers of this palace appeared to orchestrate events. He regarded the process for a moment, then came forward. He experimentally dinged the bell upon the countertop and was well pleased when the head retainer came quickly to assist.

“May I help you, señor?”

“Yes,” Thor asserted, his bearded face grim, arctic eyes intense, something in his manner and that one simple word causing the other man to shrink back unconsciously. “Find Tony Stark and tell him that Thor Odinson is here to see him.”