I'd have to get to know you and your version of your brother. [Clint spreads his hands--well, a hand and most fingers of the other hand, given, y'know, steak knife.] You're not my Loki; he's not my Thor. Your Kate's not my Kate. [Who definitely can't be a teammate of Loki.

At least it sounds like Loki can be under the magical influence, too. But given their countenance outside the music, it sure as hell seems hard to tell if that's actually the truth or not.]

You're just used to this stuff, aren't you?