[ He figures out that Clint would've been one of those agents pretty quickly. If his shirt hadn't read it right out, then he would've guessed just from the way his voice shifts. There's a blankness that only comes when you're hiding something.
He knows. He sounds like that when he talks about HYDRA. ] So he's some kind of alien?
In the sense that he's not from around these parts? [ He shrugs, still struggling with the topic, but not letting it get in the way all the same. ] Sure. But don't go ruining my little grey man fantasy, Barnes, it's been with me too long. [ He's a closest geek, sue him.
But more seriously. ] He's kinda like a god. Didn't really stop to ask, I was too busy trying to kill the bastard.
The short version would've gone something like that. But where Thor wouldn't harm a fly unless it pissed him off enough, Loki seeks out trouble. Whatever you're thinking, don't strike out on this guy alone.
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He knows. He sounds like that when he talks about HYDRA. ] So he's some kind of alien?
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But more seriously. ] He's kinda like a god. Didn't really stop to ask, I was too busy trying to kill the bastard.
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