It’s all Steve needs to banish any other thoughts away. He’s not gone to lunacy after all, though scrambling up after attempting to hush Bucky more soothingly just ruins whatever remains of his clothing. He looks like he’s a mad man in a shredded sweatsuit. It’s a good thing Tony still has some ringing in his ears or that would be that and he’d have lost it in laughter.

Or maybe teased Bruce that Steve ‘wore it better.’ Instead, he’s just trying to focus on standing, not even on what his friend is blathering on about.

The other voices finally get Thor’s attention. “You will be mindful of how you address the rightful prince of Jotunheim. God of lies? You mortals are very poor of tongue.” Thor’s voice rolls like thunder as he turns to address Fenris “Are you certain you wish to bring this madness to Asgard?”

One mortal screaming. Another hovering over him. Another making noises with his finger in his ear and... the one with the strange eye mask and his crooked tongue?

“Buck— Buck, you’re all right,” Steve pleads behind him, again kneeling to try and get Bucky’s attention. “It’s me! It’s Steve!”