Clint hoped that when it came time for him to go back through the door that - well, that he was prepared for it, because he hadn't exactly left during a good spot. Though it would be pretty nice if the door decided to just drop him off in the Americas again. It was a bit easier to find your way home when you were on the right continent.

His eyebrows flicked up a bit. "Your... Your mom is here?" He said. "And she's making Loki behave?" He always sort of figured that Thor and Loki appeared after a thunderbolt hit a mountain, something ridiculously Greek like that, as opposed to actually being mothered. He leaned back in his chair, and shook his head.

"Damn," he said; there was a faint smile on his face, to soften it, because he wasn't angry; just bemused. He counted Thor as a friend, but he'd yet to get a handle on the man's mood swings, and temper. Clint didn't want to anger him accidentally. "Well, why the Hell didn't Asgard send her down to get him? No offence, Thor, but it sounds like she's a bit better at it than you were. That could have saved me a lot of trouble."