With the way that Agent Barton was talking, these gods didn't seem to have a good hold on their own, if Thor was letting his brother run amok instead of keeping him out of the way. As far as Steve was concerned, Earth had enough internal problems with the way war was waged. Did they really need to start fighting battles with aliens, too?
He was relieved when Disney was mentioned, because that was something he did know about. Apparently it had only gained popularity over the years, and the sheer amount of movies that had come out while he'd been in his frozen sleep was overwhelming. He had to admit, he kind of wanted to take a trip down to the theatre, because at least that was something he'd done before becoming Captain America that he could still indulge in now. Not that there had been any time so far.
Still, maybe he'd invite Bucky out sometime, just for the fun of it. When they weren't being threatened by alien gods, anyway.
Steve was completely derailed when Barton went ahead and complimented his cooking, though. He couldn't help smiling in response, although he didn't really think it was good enough to deserve that much praise. "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure I can make rent. I'm glad you like them, though."
At the point, Barton moved on to talk about the other Asgardian, though he wasn't being all that respectful about it. Steve leaned back against the counter and looked between Bucky and Clint, letting out a sigh. Back to leering at women, it seemed like. Some things never changed. At the end of that, though, he heard a name that was somewhat familiar. "Natasha," he echoed. "Natasha Romanoff? I've heard the name." She was another Agent, if he remembered correctly, and well-regarded at that.
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He was relieved when Disney was mentioned, because that was something he did know about. Apparently it had only gained popularity over the years, and the sheer amount of movies that had come out while he'd been in his frozen sleep was overwhelming. He had to admit, he kind of wanted to take a trip down to the theatre, because at least that was something he'd done before becoming Captain America that he could still indulge in now. Not that there had been any time so far.
Still, maybe he'd invite Bucky out sometime, just for the fun of it. When they weren't being threatened by alien gods, anyway.
Steve was completely derailed when Barton went ahead and complimented his cooking, though. He couldn't help smiling in response, although he didn't really think it was good enough to deserve that much praise. "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure I can make rent. I'm glad you like them, though."
At the point, Barton moved on to talk about the other Asgardian, though he wasn't being all that respectful about it. Steve leaned back against the counter and looked between Bucky and Clint, letting out a sigh. Back to leering at women, it seemed like. Some things never changed. At the end of that, though, he heard a name that was somewhat familiar. "Natasha," he echoed. "Natasha Romanoff? I've heard the name." She was another Agent, if he remembered correctly, and well-regarded at that.