Aboard the plane.
"Hey! Let go of me! I can walk on my own!"
Trussed up tightly, Pietro shouted and squirmed restlessly, making life difficult for the person carrying him.
"Can I punch him? This kid's chattering is making my ears hurt."
Hawkeye, who was carrying Pietro toward the cabin like a sack, was deeply unhappy about being put on prisoner-hauling duty. "Why am I the one carrying him? He's heavy. My shoulders are already aching."
"You should get Thor to do this kind of heavy lifting."
Thor, who was standing beside the Scepter admiring the spoils of their operation, planted his hands on his hips and answered in a low voice when he heard Hawkeye. "Hmm, although Asgard takes plenty of prisoners after every war, collecting them isn't a hobby of mine. I only want the Scepter."
"And Clint, mistreating prisoners is shameful."
Natasha found a seat and slowly massaged her aching leg muscles. She watched Clint dump Pietro onto the floor as though venting his frustrations, then snap a gleaming cuff around his ankle for good measure.
"Hey, I was just making a comment, Thor. Don't get carried away. If your brother hadn't stirred up trouble back then, would we even have to be doing this today?"
"Oh, woe is me. Born to toil. S.H.I.E.L.D. is gone, too. Where am I supposed to go to collect my pension now?"
Steve walked past Clint with a smile, bringing juice and milk to the youngsters.
Lin Ze rested quietly against Xiao's shoulder with his eyes closed. His lips curved into a smile, and every so often, he let out a little chuckle, as though he had seen something amusing in his dreams.
Steve glanced at him and approached without speaking, choosing a cup of milk and holding it up toward