'Loki listen,' Bruce called from aside Steve. 'The guys, ran into a problem.' The cat, a chocolate-shade Maine Coon, meowed looking straight at him. Eyes, bright brown, an unsettlingly familiar gaze to them. 'A witch or something, and,' Banner gestured, towards the trio (Clint, Nat and Thor) with the cat, that again at him meows and it hits Loki swiftly. He deadpans. 'You've got to be kidding.'All Rights Reserved