It All Started In A McDonald's...

"So these are the- are you mocking me, Loki?" Stark demanded, catching Loki making talking hand-puppet motions with Barnes holding back a laugh as they walked around the new Compound.

"Yes," Loki nodded. "But don't let me stop you."

Stark sighed, and Rogers continued where Stark left off. "Look, I'm starting to get a bit tired of you not taking anything seriously."

Loki frowned, giving him the eyebrow look. "I take patrol seriously enough, do I not? I take training up my protégé seriously. I take the important things seriously. Maybe you need to lighten up and, oh, I know-" he raised his arms and looked around the giant entrance hall to the new Compound "-realise that this stupid tour of the Compound has been going on for the last half an hour and everyone clearly does not give a shit?"

Rogers opened his mouth to back-chat, but Romanoff got there first. "No, Rogers, I agree with him. We don't need a tour, and I need a nap. Night y'all."

She started to walk off, and Rogers looked tongue-tied. He wasn't expecting that, that was for sure. Eventually he got his voice back and blurted out, "Since when were you on his side?"

"I'm not," Romanoff said, turning back. "I just so happen to agree with his points every now and again. He might be annoying but he's infuriatingly correct all the time."

Loki smirked. "I'm going to take that as a compliment."

Rogers shared a glance with Stark, both looking put out by this. Stark turned to the rest of them. "Anyone wanna stay or should I abandon this thing entirely?"

"Abandon this thing entirely," Barnes said, metal hand raised. He followed Romanoff. "I'm taking a nap too."

Barton and Wilson also promptly made their excuses and left, so the only ones left were Loki, Stark, Rogers, Maximoff and that android-y dude Vision, just floating over the floor. Loki had no idea what to think of Vision, really, as far as he saw, he kind of just existed.

Rogers exhaled, unimpressed. He put on a half-smile and directed it to Maximoff and Vision. "Hey, why don't you guys go for a walk around the grounds or something? I think me and Stark should, uh, have a word with Loki."

He saw Stark was watching, but didn't even bother to hide the eye roll. It evoked a scowl – his default expression around Loki. "Of course, Captain," Vision said, with a sort of tiny bow of the head, and began to floaty-walk away.

Maximoff started to walk away, turning back to look at Loki, concern in her eyes. It was clear she didn't want to let him get a roasting from both of them at the same time, but it wasn't like he wasn't used to it by this point, plus, half the time, he did actually deserve it. He smiled slightly at her and said, "Ne brini za mene," to reassure her – 'don't worry about me' in Sokovian.

She reluctantly turned and followed Vision out. It was nice to know at least some of the Avengers didn't hate him, despite his best efforts. Barnes, Maximoff, Peter, Jamie. He could be locked up in Asgard right now, or things could be worse.

So he turned to Stark and Rogers, hands in pockets, with a genuinely happy smile, as he knew he'd much rather face them than the All-Bastard. "So to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Stark's scowl deepened. "Quite frankly, we're both fed up of your attitude and total disregard for the rules and lack of respect for anyone else," he summed up pretty sharpish.

Loki raised a single eyebrow, face totally impassive. "OK."

Stark waited in disbelief. He didn't say anything. "Just... OK?"

"I already knew that," he said, slowly, as though spelling it out to a child, because he was petty and liked to prove them completely correct on the attitude front. "Is that all you wanted to tell me?"