Jason was mad. He was on a strange planet, that looked just like earth, but wasn't, with strange people, who called themselves heroes but he didn't recognize any of them, and they had confiscated his guns. He was sitting in a couch with his feet on a coffee table inside a man named tony stark's living room. This Avengers team were trying to talk quietly about Jason, but he could still hear them. After all, he was a son of the bat.
"So you're saying that my brother is still alive and he is currently where this man came from?" Thor asked again.
"Yes. It may be possible to send him back but bringing Loki home is different story," Banner said.
"Can't we keep him? He's kind of cute," Natasha asked.
"Tash!" Clint said.
"We need to work as a team," Steve said, "Bruce, Tony, you work on getting Jason home. Clint, Natasha, you make sure nothing blows up. Thor and I will watch Jason and see if we can learn anything about where he's from."
"You realize I can hear every word your saying," Jason said getting up from his spot on the couch. He walked over to the Avengers, "I'll gladly help you to the best of my ability, but first I want my guns back," Jason said holding his hands out.