At the airport for the next available flight to Norway, Sam and Bucky made their way slowly through the TSA line. Sam went through first, easily making his way through the machines. When Bucky stepped through it, lights and small sirens went off like crazy and the agents gave him suspicious looks.

"Sir, I'm going to need you to step to the side," the less than amused TSA agent said.

"It's my arm," Bucky said as he walked away from the machine, "it's made of metal."

"Spread your legs," the agent commanded as he grabbed his wand.

"That's not my arm," he replied as he did as he said. The wand waved over his thighs and legs first, then when he moved it upward it went off loudly over Bucky's left arm.

The TSA agent asked, "What's in your left arm sir?"

"Metal," Bucky answered.

"Can you take it off and put it through the X-ray machine?" he asked seriously.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because it's attached to me," Bucky said, "permanetly. Can you detach your arms and put them through the x-ray machine?"

He said, "I'm going to have to frisk you down, sir. Take off your jacket." Bucky hastily removed his jacket and dramatically threw it off to the side. This showed off the sleeveless shirt he was wearing underneath.

"Dude you're holding up the line," Sam said jokingly, "can you hurry it up a little?" He already had his shoes, belt, and jacket back on making him completely ready to get to the gate for their flight.

The TSA agent explained, unamused, "Prostectic limbs aren't usually this large and they're always detachable sir." He poked and proded Bucky's left arm. "What is this made out of?"

"A metal from someplace in Africa," he answered.

He asked as he pocked at his arm some more, "What's inside of it?"

"More metal," Bucky answered.

"Where are you headed to today?" he asked.

"Norway," he answered.

"You can go," The TSA agent said, motioning him to leave.

In Norway, Bucky drove the rental truck through the countryside toward Tronsberg on a back country dirt road. Rich green mountains and fjords surrounded them as he headed down a valley along the water towards the town.

"How do you know how to drive?" Sam asked.

Bucky said, "I got my driver's license in 1937 and I've been driving cars since 1928. What I want to know, is why you chose to rent a truck with no backseat. How is Loki supposed to fit in here with us?" He glared at Sam for the oversight.

"Isn't this harder to drive than a 1937 car?" Sam asked, avoiding the question.

"No," he replied, "the car I had back then I had to get out and crank the front of the car in order to start it, and then you had to go inside and pump the gas while it started, and then you had to put the clutch in every few feet down the road and you didn't answer my question, Sam." He turned to glare at him.

Sam said, "Maybe Loki can teleport us back to New York."

Bucky looked back at the road and asked, "And how is this rental truck going to get back to the lot? It's $50 a day for this and even more each hour it's late."

"If you're so smart why didn't you handle this?" Sam snarked.

"Maybe I should have," Bucky said as he pulled into the town and stopped at the stone bridge.

"Hey," Valkyrie said as they pulled up to her with the passenger window down, "what brings you here?"

Sam explained, "We're looking for Loki. Can we see him?"

Her face fell. "Oh," she said, "the king isn't really seeing anyone at the moment. The last I checked he doesn't want to talk to anyone ever again."

"Can we try?" Bucky asked.

"He's in the stone house at the very end of this road," she explained, "you can't miss it because it's...broken. Good luck talking to him."

As Bucky pulled away, Sam said sarcastically, "This sounds promising."

They pulled up to a disheveled and broken stone house at the very end of the road, overlooking the fjord. Pieces of stones were scattered along the ground and the door was cracked in half. Every window was either cracked or shattered completely. The building stood crooked on it's foundation, obviously one wrong move from falling apart.

As they approached, Bucky kicked the front step and pieces of stone fell off to the side. "Stop that!" Sam demanded, "This whole thing is going to fall apart as soon as we step in here. I can feel it." He motioned for him to hurry up. They walked in the front door awkwardly. "Loki!" Sam called, "Hey man, are you in here?" They maneuvered around the broken furniture.

"What do you want?" Loki asked pitifully from another room.

They walked over some scattered and broken stones and through another cracked doorway to what looked like a living room. Loki was sitting across the room in an armchair with a scepter in his hand. His hair fell over his face and he wore the same light colored clothing as before in a dark space of the room.

"You look," Sam hestitated, "...great."

"Really?" Bucky asked him in disbelief.

"Well he's not covered in Thanos' blood anymore is what I meant," he said, "Anyway, Loki, we have some questions for you to answer. First of all, can you fix the stuff you break with your powers?"

Loki said as he stared at him in disbelief, "You came all this way simply to ask me that question specifically?"

Bucky said, "No, we didn't." Sam stopped him from moving forward.

"Of course I can," Loki explained, "why wouldn't I be able to fix things with my abilities?"

"Great," Sam said, "so, we have a plan on how to set everything right and bring everyone back from the dead, including Thor. Are you on board with that?"

Loki twitched and they heard a massive cracking sound above them. Debri fell on them from the roof. When Sam and Bucky looked up the whole ceiling beam came down on top of them. Sam dove down for cover as Bucky struggled to hold it up with his arms. He kneeled on the ground to help support the weight.

Loki asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Time travel," Sam said nervously as he got on all fours, "we're going to travel back in time and get the stones before Thanos."

He paused to think about it and Bucky asked as he strained to hold the roof up, "Do you want to help?"

"Do you know what you're doing?" Loki asked.

"No," Bucky confessed.

"The Hulk does!" Sam said, "Bruce Banner, he knows what to do along with Tony. He's got this all figured out. It'll work, we know it."

Loki replied, "Very well. I shall help your endeavor."

"Awesome," Sam said.

Bucky begged, "Can you raise the roof?" Without missing a beat, the roof suddenly felt light and moved upward against gravity. Everything in the house moved back into place and fixed itself instantly.

Sam said, "Now that's cool. Hey, you wouldn't happen to have any sort of teleportation abilities so we can get back to New York in a timely manner now, would you?" He smiled at Loki as he stood up.

"No," he confessed, "I can only teleport when I have the tesseract."

"Dammit," Sam said.

Bucky sighed and said, "This is going to suck."

When they stepped outside, the truck was sitting outside. Loki said, "A midgardian motorized vehicle, fascinating. I'll sit in the back of it." He was fully prepared to jump in too.

"That's not legal," Sam said as matter-of-factly, "and I don't want to get pulled over and have to explain ourselves to anyone even if European cops are nicer."

As Bucky opened the driver's side door, Loki asked, "Why are you driving?"

"Because somebody here has points on his license which means renting this truck would have been $160 a day if he were allowed to drive it," Bucky replied as he stared at Sam, "And someone else here doesn't have a driver's license at all." He glanced at Loki who smiled in agreement.

"About that," Sam said hastily, "you wouldn't believe what happened to me. So, I'm driving along on the highway and then all of a sudden this dude dressed in all black leather just jumped onto my car out of nowhere and now get this, rips through the back side window like it's nothing and throws a dude into traffic like it's no big deal. Then he put bullet holes throughout the car. Then he busted through the windshield and ripped the steering wheel right out of my hands so my car crashed like nobody's business. I told all of that to the insurance company and they were like, 'yeah right,' so now my insurance payments are through the roof and I have points on my license. Now you wouldn't happen to know anything about any of that, yeah?" He stared at Bucky accusingly.

Bucky smiled at him and replied, "No, I have no idea." He walked over to the driver's side of the car.

Sam said, "Man you better be lying. Tell me right now you're lying or I'll lose it."

"Of course I remember," Bucky replied, "I almost killed Steve that day. That would have been tragic."

"Bruh, other people almost died that day too!" Sam said hastily as opened the passenger door.

"Yeah you're right," Bucky said, "I almost killed Natasha." He got into the driver's side behind the wheel.

"Me!" Sam shouted, "You almost killed me and a bunch of people actually did die because of you and Hydra and all of them." He looked back toward Loki so he didn't see Bucky flinch and tense up after hearing that word. He gripped the steering wheel and took a deep breath. After Bucky opened his eyes he saw that the steering wheel was now crunched under his fingers, the left side deeper than the right. He desperately tried to push it back into place so it was less noticeable.

Sam gestured for Loki to get in ahead of him to sit in the middle seat. "Let's go," he demanded.

Loki crossed his arms in defiance and said, "I don't think so."

Sam said, "We're going to be smashed together in this thing no matter who sits in the middle. Let's go." He pointed into the truck.

"I am a God," Loki said, "I refuse to be in the middle of anyone, especially between two men, in any situation."

"Sam," Bucky demanded, gritting his teeth, "get in the truck."

Sam sighed and hopped into the middle as Loki took the passenger seat and shut the door. Their shoulders and hips touched as Sam was squished in the middle and Loki and Bucky were pressed up against their doors. Bucky asked as nicely as he could muster, "Can you move your legs so I can reach the gear shifter on the floor?" Sam put his ankles onto Loki's and stared at him, daring him to say anything about it.

"You couldn't have gotten a larger vehicle?" Loki asked.

"Don't look at me," Bucky said as he started to turn them around, "this wasn't my idea. I would have picked some sort of SUV or at least a truck with a backseat in it. I know they make those."

"Man, I don't want to hear it," Sam said, "And you, mister God of Mischief, do you have any kind of ID in order to get on the plane?"

He replied, "No but I can create one." He transformed himself in a young woman and showed a Norwegian passport.

"I need that power," Bucky said, annoyed.

Surprisingly, they went through the security checkpoints with ease and made it on the plane all the way to New York City without issue. It wasn't until they made it to customs that things went south.

"It says here you were born in March of 1917," the TSA lady said to Bucky in an unamused tone, "Mr. Barnes." She stared him down from behind the podium.

"Yes," he said awkwardly, "I was." They didn't even notice that when I left America or left Norway, he thought.

She looked him over and said, "Uh huh. James Buchanen Barnes, why does that sounds familiar?"

He asked, "Have you ever been to the Captain America museum?" He gestured to himself and smiled at her.

"Of course I have," she said, "is that why you look so familiar? Bucky Barnes?" She stared at him and looked down at the passport in her hands.

"That's me," he replied, smiling as nicely as he could.

"Didn't you die by falling off of a moving train in 1944?" she asked.

"No," he said, "see, what happened to me also happened to Captain America. That's how I'm here and not 100 years old...in a way." He smiled wider.

She stamped his passport and said, "Just get a new ID that says you were born in 1980 or something. That makes it easier for all of us. You look better with short hair. Next!"

Meanwhile, in Loki's line he was still pretending to be a young woman. He handed his passport to the unenthused TSA agent that demanded, "Reason for coming here."

"I'm visiting some friends," he replied, annoyed.

"Are you going to work while you're here?"

"Hell no," Loki said, "I'm sitting on my ass doing nothing the entire time I'm here."

"When are you leaving?"

"I don't know," he said, "in like two weeks or something. My mom bought the ticket for me." Standing in line behind him, Sam rolled his eyes.

The TSA agent stamped Loki's passport and said, "Welcome to America. Next!"

As the three of them walked away from the customs checkpoint after the whole ordeal was over, Sam said, "I'm never traveling with either one of you ever again."