Ah, I was correct about it. I will be there shortly. We've just landed.

******

Loki slips away from Thor on the crowded streets of New York, assuming the appearance of a passerby. Heading to the location Barnes gave him, he shifts into himself, though wearing Midgardian clothing, when he spots the mercenary.

"Barnes." He wrinkles his nose slightly in distaste at the vehicle Barnes is straddling. "It smells."