Loki thought he would hate seeing Tony in the oversized sweater, the human looks so nice in the tailored clothes he normally sports. He is, as usual, wrong. Not only is he attractive in the hooide that's at least twice his size, it makes Loki want to bundle him up in his arms and whisk him away somewhere safe.

No, no. None of that. Not right now.

With his magic, he could help Steve pick up the armor. Could. Instead he follows Tony into the quinjet, leaving the super soldier to his work. No need to flaunt his abilities to people he doesn't entirely trust.

"Do we know who might be attacking Stark?" He asks to the room in general. He tries to be loud enough to be heard by Rogers, but honestly if anyone had the information it would be the Widow.