Bruce felt for Steve as well. The two men had suffered a lot and they deserved a few days of peace together, but apparently that wasn't meant to be. He went over and said a couple of quiet words to Bucky before he approached Tony in the armour, eyebrow raised to see him in it already.

"Good to see you still have it working, but we need to talk when this is done and I can see your face again," he said, just putting it out there because he was tired of Tony avoiding him since that ill-advised kiss.

Loki, intrigued by both the words and the armour, watched intently until they were all ready and she could gesture them to follow. She led them out into the surrounding jungle for about two miles and then suddenly stepped through an archway into nothingness. Should they follow her, they'd find themselves on Jotunheim, a cold of which even Tony's suit would have trouble with, and Bucky almost immediately began shivering violently. Bruce didn't, the Other Guy made him resistant to just about everything.

Cold, yes, but also beautiful. Pristine white snow, majestic peaks, ice of a bluish tinge, it was like something out of a fantasy illustration. Loki was now in her natural skin, and she definitely looked at home here in the snow.