"Barton." Loki articulated, bathing the archer in a glance that was not without guarded scrutiny. The arrival of any avenger into his general proximity never ceased to end in unpleasantness, and he was fairly certain this occasion would be no different. Convinced of this, he was, until he became aware of the vibrant azure hue existing within the agent's eyes. Shards like ice crowded the iris and within roiled an ethereal cerulean tone, pervading the entire orb until it tapered into a white.
Though the likeliness of it seemed irrational, the trickster had seen such a phenomenon frequently enough to identify it. The man remained under the Tesseract's influence. How delightful. "It has been quite the length of time since we previously spoke. What has bid you to return?"