#eyesuponhigh

Barton and I are still situated in "Apartment Asgard". Thor, it seems, has burst through the side of the building and flown off. Most likely to the new residence of one Jane Foster. I will have to make a call to her when it is more convenient. 

Loki has somehow made a miraculously speedy recovery from the arrow and offered to make dinner for myself and Barton. Given our prior experiences with him, this was something we did not swallow easily. I had Natasha on the phone in minutes and requested her immediate presence in the apartment. A few minutes with Loki would be enough for her to assess if this was genuine or if there was an underlying plot.

I excused myself when she arrived to examine the damage from outside the building. Thor didn't make a big mess when he left, though the obvious gape in the wall would need to be sealed up. Not a very big job, all things considered. 

This is when I received the call.

Barton asked me to pick up some ice cream before heading back to the apartment. This puzzled me to an extent, but I grabbed some from a nearby store anyway. I returned to find Natasha and Clint at the table with Loki, who had cooked rosti and provided cookies and pop tarts despite food supplies having been cleared out due to Protocol: "Home Schooled". 

My initial thoughts were not to be drawn into this, but Natasha assured me that he was legitimately telling the truth and I found myself having Loki's cooking for dinner. I was still wary, but I trust Natasha's instinct. 

The meal was satisfying and Loki made a humble request for the return of his pets. I suppose it wouldn't do that much harm for that, since they were relocated when he disappeared. 

It would be the right thing to do. "An enemy is only so in war, in peace, we make amends". I'm sure that would be what Captain Rogers would say. 

- Phil

Despite the capture, sort of, and successful test run of KLI-8434; Loki assumed there were snipers keeping him inside the house when there were none, things have been less than satisfactory as of late. 

The operation, I must regrettably admit, was a failure. Having exhausted manpower and time with the only saving grace being a failsafe input into the Asgardians' residence back home. Director Fury was furious at this, though Agent Hill has managed to calm him down a ways.

Thor refused to sit still the entire flight back to American soil and Barton was sporting an incredibly uncouth mouth due to the results of the op. Doctor Banner and Natasha joined us on the return trip, despite me releasing all involved personnel from work for a few days. I felt it was only right since their time and effort had been wasted in a sense. 

The doctor was incredibly silent for the majority of the trip, with Natasha occasionally making conversation with him. I do not know exactly what they were talking about, though I did hear the word "ballet" from time to time.

This is where things fell apart. 

Upon arrival to "Apartment Asgard" and the reset of KLI-8434, Barton proceeded to fire an arrow into Loki's knee. Thor did not take too kindly to this and has been threatening Clint since. Loki, meanwhile, has been restrained and treated for the injury, to be released only when deemed physically well. 

Thor has, at the moment, retreated to his room where it sounds as if he may be attempting to break the side of the building. Barton has taken up the space on their couch, refusing to leave and I am posting off the laptop in their kitchen. Doctor Banner and Agent Romanoff have since left since they know better than to stick around. 

I should attempt to handle the situation in some way. 

Dude, we’re on the same side.

Dude. You can fly.