"he is fairly vocal." she agreed with a grin, not that she was one to talk. "i am very happy here." she admitted with a smile. "Tony looked so shy when i told him how grateful i was that he lets us all stay here." she admitted with a smile before snickering a little at Cas. "we should reward him, i agree." she hummed. "how do you suppose we should do that?" she asked him with a grin, watching as Dean came back up with a huge tray loaded with all the things that Clint liked to cook while he was still a bit floaty. and of course, there was a pie. a big pie with a big D on it marking it as 'Dean's Pie'. Dean was, needless to say, extraordinarily happy about that.
Steve had somehow managed to get so turned around that he had ended up in the ruined slums of abandoned Brooklyn and Steve was sitting on a park bench, following the trails of people who weren't there, looking up when he saw Tony, giving him a fluttery sort of smile. "sometimes, my mind makes my memories so intense, they become real." he admitted. "so i see all the people i'm used to seeing as if they're right there... i passed a bakery, one from back when i was younger. me and Bucky used to go there, and i could have sworn, just for a moment, that i had seen him... what year is it? i can't... seam to recall." Steve admitted. Tony hadn't finished the watch yet so Jarvis hadn't been able to actively help, but there was a panic button on Steve's phone now. all he had to do was press it and Jarvis assessed the situation and summoned help.