As the Avengers from the Compound fled into the woods, it was only natural that some of them would get separated. Wanda never made it to the small clearing where they were supposed to be gathering, and nor did James. Both of them had been snatched by humanoid soldiers and rendered unconscious quickly. These were not Thanos' forces, not yet, these were merely forerunners who knew that the Mad Titan was coming and wanted to pick over the spoils of a doomed world.

Loki could be found in his room, having not seen the portals open up because he had been sleeping at the time. Curled up on his side and looking, as he ever did in slumber, more like a boy than a man grown for how he still pillowed his face on his hand.

Of course he snapped awake as soon as the door opened, brow furrowed in annoyance. "What is the meaning of this?"