Bucky just gaped at the flashily-dressed aliens.
Meanwhile, the Avengers sort of stared dejectedly at them.
"Why are they here?"
Clint asked, staring at them.
"It's not Loki, is it?" Steve added, rubbing his face.
"Steve. What. Are. Those."
"Aliens?" Clint hazarded, glaring at a Chitauri like he wanted to stab it through the head with an arrow.
"I hate Chitauri." Tony grumbled.
"Aliens." Bucky repeated, doing his best to bore a hole through Steve's scrawny face with his eyes.
"I really hope it's not Loki."
Steve reiterated.
Natasha was annoyed.
Barnes, although pleasant enough in the future (although after being a brainwashed almost-Nazi, shooting one of her best friends, and becoming an assassin, she's not sure what this says about her ideas of pleasant), is annoying as hell in the past.
Not the whole overprotective thing. She was pretty sure that Bucky of any time would wrap Steve in bubble wrap if he could.
No, the whole… asking questions. It was annoying.
Clint, being the also annoying menace that he was, must have noticed Natasha's mood and took a step back. She almost smiled.
"What is our weaponry situation like?"
She asked, ignoring Tony's excited The Truth is Out There speech to Bucky and the subsequent smacks to the head that Steve was receiving.
Really, someone had to be the adult here.
She thought it was kind of sad that the winner of that was still Steve, even though he weighed less than a hawk Natasha had once trained to peck people's eyes out.
She still has a picture of her, Clint, and Vladimir McStabby pants.
Good times.
"Steve. Leave Barnes alone. I have an episode of Downton Abbey tonight that I want to get back to. Shut up Stark. Now, are we going to do this?"
Tony opened his mouth, closed it, Barnes gaped, and Clint grinned. Natasha smirked.
Steve grinned. "I think I have an idea."