There was nothing more that Loki hated more than the 80s itself, but hair bands.

He just didn't get it. The makeup, the extravagant and not to mention…god-awful hair that reached the sky, and the blow out your ear drums bass sounds; it was beyond ridiculous, no matter who said different.

Which currently, it was his best friend, was had dragged him to see one of his favorite bands…what was their name again? Whatever. All that matters is that they are going to be terrible, like every other 80's hair band in existence.

It was 1983, and Loki wanted to strangle himself with his friend's look-alike Steven Tyler scarf. Or maybe he'll strangle his friend, after all it was his fault he was standing in line in the middle of summer with a bunch of other scarf wearing, half-dressed, sweaty psycho fans.

"Why do you even wear that thing Bucky? It's not we are going to see Stephie Tyler himself. And you do know it is 72 degrees outside, even though it feels like 80."

His friend, whom was currently re-reading (for the 72nd time) the set-list for the performance, raised his head in mock interest, and his excited nature quickly fizzled out when he looked to his raven-haired friend.

"Look Loki, you didn't have to come if you didn't want to. And this isn't for StevenTyler, it had an American flag on it." Like that would mean anything to Loki…and to be honest, not he was just getting aggravated.

Loki showed his teeth with a look of distaste at his friend and those around him; apparently waiting in line for 6 hours tested people, especially Loki. "Excuse me!? But you forced me to come all the way to Oakland today. And I did, just for my best friend. I could be studying, or listening to some music that won't break my ear drums when played. But no, I came here for you so I would appreciate it if you would cut out the attitude." He crossed his arms over his Beatles shirt, another way to show his disapproval of the music of the '80s.

Bucky sighed and closed the set-list, and stuck it in his back pants pocket. "You're right I guess. Sorry, I know how you are with this type of music." His mouth then upturned in a grin, "But I promise you, it will be totally gnarly. And I already told you, these guys aren't like your typical 'hair band'. I mean, they kind of are, and not. Like a mix of Poison and Aerosmith. With a little ACDC mixed in."

Loki hummed in reply, not bothering to complain about his 80's lingo or bothering to ask who in the hell any of those bands were; just looking over at a group of gangly looking girls wearing only Jane Fonda inspired work-out wear, looking like they were about to faint, either from excitement of what to come, or the heat.

He moved his gaze to another group of girls who had a couple guys with them and saw how drastically differently they were dressed compared to the mini-Jane Fonda's. They had lots of leather plastered on their bodies, and some wore bandanas while the girls wore zebra and leopards prints and probably had enough hairspray in their hair that could easily kill a rainforest. Or something.

And then he looked back to Bucky and chuckled under his breath at just realizing what he was wearing. Of course he had his old ratty American flag scarf on, but he was also wearing a sleeveless shirt with one of the musicians on it, the same guitarist that Bucky has been pining over for centuries now it seems. Along with his leather studded wrists cuffs, he could admit he looked pretty good compared to the rest of this lot.

And speaking of someone who was dressed particularly…funky…

A red-headed girl with green eyes that were almost as bright as Loki's when she took off her sleek sunglasses walked up to the two boys. She had on a same tight, leopard print like the other girls in front of them, except she somehow pulled it off with more class. Maybe it was the sleeveless denim jacket with the silver leggings and those luminous red heels. Or perhaps her almost as bright, hair that seemed to touch the sky. No one could really know. All Loki did know was that he had no idea who she was, but apparently Bucky did.

"Nat! Holy shit-I never expected I would see you here of all places!" Bucky exclaimed in excitement before he ran up and hugged her, picking her off her petite feet before placing her back on the ground.

"Alright Barnes. Quite enough of that now." She replied with a smirk, and gestured to Loki with her eyes, "And who is this?" Bucky looked to his friend of whom he had just forgotten was there as well and grinned before wrapping an arm around his boney shoulders, pulling him closer. "This is Loki. I met him at Berkley." Nat just hummed in reply with a nod. "Natasha Romanov." She introduced herself to the raven haired man and turned back to Bucky, "But, may I ask why you are here?"

"And how you two know each other?" Loki added in.

The red head glanced his way with a raised eyebrow, "I met him in Russia, while he was studying abroad last year; and because, this band here is finally beginning to pick up speed, and I had to check it out."

Bucky gave her a glance that said 'I don't believe a word you said, but I'll let it slide since you are such a good liar.'

And yes, she was an excellent liar; Loki would be impressed, if he had been listening instead of staring miserably ahead of him, dying in his black leather jacket and long pants, with the sun beating down on him. He could feel the sweat trickling down his face and he wanted to die.

But something did catch his attention from their conversing and he turned to join in the conversation. "Wait, what was that?" From the look of wonder on Bucky's face he was radiating out towards the woman, it had to have been something noteworthy.

"Well, I was telling Bucky here that I have a surprise for him later on after the show. And you are invited if you wish." Nat revealed, her ruby red lips smirking a bit. The news didn't have much of an impact of Loki however. "Well, I was hoping to leave and go back home after this show…" he gave his friend a hard look. "I appreciate your offer to go around to questionable clubs and the likes, but-"

"We would love to see what you have for us later, is what my friend meant." Bucky stated bluntly, eyeing Loki with displeasure. The raven haired man desperately wanted to rip that stupid scarf off his neck now and literally strangle him with it.

Natasha only kept her smirk on throughout the little disagreement. "Rest assured, we won't be going to any questionable clubs. At least, that won't be the first stop." She looked back to Bucky and then at Loki once more before announcing her departure. "Great, well I will see you guys up there?" and with that, she vanished in the crowd behind them of the lines of fans, and Loki wondered why she just sold out her spot in line just like that. Bucky went back to staring adoringly at the band on his little handout he's been keeping up with during their time in line.

Loki hardly knew the band's name, let alone any of the members. And he honestly didn't care. But it was all for his friend, at least that's what he kept telling himself as he was pushed and prodded by other fans and groupies, wanting their coveted front spot in line at the ticket booth.

Yeah, Loki wanted to die.

Finally, things started going a little smoother. And by smoother, Loki meant that they were actually able to move inside the slightly air-conditioned stadium once they bought their ticket. Well, of course after they were both nearly stamped on getting to the spot right in front of the stage, just where Bucky wanted. Instead of being center stage,

Bucky had dragged Loki a little to the left, which was surprising since he figured his friend would have fought tooth and nail for that coveted spot.

Then again, there was only one particular musician Bucky had eyes for and Loki had a feeling he would be standing here most of the time during the performance. The same lead guitarist on the front of his shirt. He always fancied him, though as much as Loki teased him about it, he denied over and over again, despite the many posters up in his room of the boy's face…and other body regions.

But instead of holding his silly little handout, or his ticket for that matter, he noticed his friend's hands were literally holding the barricade in front of them in an iron-grip and

Loki lightly touched his right hand. "Earth to James?"

The brunette turned and faced his friend with a goofy grin, "Sorry, I'm just nervous? Is that crazy?!"

Shaking his head and chuckling under his breath, Loki sighed, "Of course not. Well, maybe a bit. But this is your first time seeing your favorite band ever. So of course you are nervous. Who knows, they might screw everything up and utterly fail."

With an epic eye-roll, Bucky laughed and smacked his friend on the arm. "Whatever, you haven't even heard one of their songs before. The Avengers are going to be a house hold name next year, mark my words."

Ah yes, The Avengers, stupid name for a stupid band in Loki's opinion. But he sighed and tried to shake off all his hate for 80's rock music before the show begins by explaining to him all the little things about the band he was being forced to watch. Unfortunately to do that unlikely task he would need much more time than a mere 2 hours.

He explained in detail how the lead singer likes to think his voice sounds like a mix of Steven Tyler and Brian Williams with a dash of Bret Michaels; and for some reason that made him hate him even more. And he didn't even know anything about him besides that. But mostly, Bucky droned on and on about his love for the lead guitarist, as if Loki didn't know about this already. Loki thought about the pros and cons of hitting his head against the banister in front of them hard enough to knock him unconscious.