Before Bruce can cease speaking, Thor has already pulled the dagger from his side, grinning like he’s gone mad. There is very little blood on the blade, and nothing blooming through his armour. The belt shines in his gloved palm and flashes in the shadows of the observatory. “Mmm, a fortunate sign indeed,” Thor says to himself and turns to watch Loki go.

Fenris is already trotting behind him, but Steve is torn, stuck in some tidal lock with a still partially drugged up Bucky.

Tony, however, has decided to take his chances with the crazy shapeshifting stabber, heading off behind wolf and blue figured Jotun, his boots leaving no sound at all as he walks across an impossible bridge over the void of space. It’s amazing. He can’t help but love every insane moment of this trip. Even if he’s chasing a viper.