He hadn’t even begin to contemplate the weirdness of it all. He, the rightful ruler of Asgard, was walking along a cleaning aisle with the same group of people he had tried to kill just a few years ago.
‘What did Pepper say she needed again?’ Loki heard Natasha wonder out loud. He knew she was talking to Tony, but as usual the man with the iron tin can as a suit, was ignoring her and walked straight for the large refrigerator with fresh meat.
‘Just take one of those boxes on the top,’ Clint Barton told Natasha instead.