he hates how on edge he’s become. he can’t even walk through the streets in disguise without looking over his own shoulder. he takes public roads, tries to move unexpectedly, but somehow, trouble always finds him anyway. question was, why did trouble have to show up today? he was back in America, only for a short while, to check up on a few things. mostly his dog and the orphan girl he was housing for the time being. all was well, or at least, no one had died, so he counted that as a win.
but today was different. life was starting to finally feel normal again after... everything. the calm before the storm, he knew it well. he was going to enjoy it, however, as long as it lasted. his guard was down as he walked back out of his apartment building. hands in his pockets, he was thinking about buying his ticket back to wakanda, when he saw someone out of the corner of his eye in the alley next to his building. he was sure he was just seeing things. but after the talk he had with thor and steve, he couldn’t be so sure. trying to hold in his groan of annoyance, he made his way around to surprise the figure, dropping down in front of the familiar face.
“i could give less of two craps why you’re here, loki. but you need to get going before i decide you’re not worth my mercy.”