"Naaaattttt."
"Barton, I will stab you in the face."
"Naaaatttt."
Steve finally turned around, intervening like a soccer mom on a road trip. "Clint, we've been on the ground for half an hour. You'll survive, little bird."
Clint made the most pained look he could muster up, trying his best to look like a kicked puppy. Natasha looked supremely judgemental and not at all swayed.
"Pleeeease, Cap?" He asked. Tony, who had been hanging back with Barnes, was now engaged in the conversation.
Tony grinned at Steve. "Well we are pretty close to where Stark Towers will be in the future and we could use an arial lookout…"
He trailed off, grinning and ignoring Barnes for the most part, who looked exasperated again. Steve sighed, although there was no heat behind it. They all knew Clint couldn't stay street-bound for long.
"Fine, Barton. You better be back with us before we use the MEB, though. We'll leave you behind, Clint."
He relented, and Clint held out a hand for him to high-five.
"Awesome! Thanks, Cap."
And within a blink, Clint was gone.
Steve shook his head fondly as his teammate clambered up and away from them and onto the rooftops.
Natasha didn't look after him, but Steve knew she knew exactly where he was anyway.
"How much longer?"
Steve asked a while later. His sense of direction was all turned around, from being distracted by Bucky, by recognizing one of the places the Commandos had visited on leave, by the fact that he was in the past which should not have been the past.
Bruce looked around, probably overlaying what he knew of the future with what he was seeing.
"The Starks owned the property where Stark Tower was built for a long time. It should be...just up here."
The group stopped, staring at the empty lot that would someday be their home.
Actually, though, it wasn't quite empty. At all.
Or, as Clint put it as he dropped neatly beside them,
"That's a buttload of Chitauri."