It was just a normal Friday afternoon. School/work etc. Normal things. You finally got home and happily opened the apartment door. The sight that greeted you was unexpected to say the least. A metal-armed super soldier (Bucky) was sitting on one of the chairs and bandaged his visibly wounded leg. While...a god-looking person (loki) is on the other side of the room looking at your human stuff. Fantastic. You have a super soldier and a god in your house who wants to see the world burn. Average Friday afternoon Loki: Who do you think this pitiful human home might belong to? Bucky: I don't know but it looked deserted.