Steve just groaned. Awesome. Clint Barton was staring at him and Jane as if they'd grown extra ears.
"Did you just say that Loki was pregnant? As in going to have a baby? How is that even possible?" he questioned.
Jane gave Steve a sympathetic look. "Yes, yes and shapeshifting,"
Clint raised an eyebrow. "Shapeshifting?" he sounded doubtful. "Is he really that good?"
Steve shrugged. "Apparently," he muttered before raising his head to look at Barton properly. "What are you doing down here anyway?"
Clint mirrored Steve's shrug. "Came down to see Loki, or Thor or whatever," he said quickly. "I know, I know," he continued, holding up his hands to cut Steve and Jane off. "I just...dunno, I heard he hadn't woken up yet and I thought I should go apologise or something before Thor goes all vengeful on me,"
Steve considered that for a moment before nodding. "Seems fair, he's awake now anyway. We left just a few minutes ago," he glanced at Jane. "Thor and Loki were arguing," he paused.
"It was awkward," Jane finished for him.
Clint sighed. That would be fun. Get between two crazy, immortal, god-aliens, sounded like a plan. "Well, I'm here now so may as well,"
"Good luck," Steve said, a bit too sincerely for Barton's liking. "I need a cup of coffee, or a beer," he muttered stalking off, with Jane on his heels after throwing a departing wave at Clint.

Barton steeled himself and walked to Loki's room. He had expected arguing between the two gods. Instead he walked in to the brothers glaring at each other and a tense silence.
Clint blinked and then decided it wasn't worth the effort. He turned to leave but was stopped by an icy voice.
"You,"
Clint swallowed. Loki didn't sound happy. He plastered a carefree smirk on his face. "Yes?" he replied, turning back to face the raven-haired god.
Loki narrowed his eyes. "You shot me,"
Clint just crossed his arms and nodded. "To be fair, you are kinda a villain,"
"I wasn't doing anything 'wrong',"
Clint could practically see the air quotes.
"At the time, yet you still shot me,"
"I've never hit you before. I figured you'd dodge it,"
"I wasn't expecting to be attacked," Loki snapped, venom dripping from his words.
Clint sighed angrily. "Look, Loki, I'm not sorry I shot at you but I'm sorry you got hurt," he paused. "You know, considering," he gestured vaguely at Loki's torso.
Clearly, that was the wrong thing to say. The temperature of the room seemed to drop several degrees and Clint swore the metal railings off the bed frosted slightly.
"Considering what?" Loki asked, voice dangerously low and Barton's survival instinct was screaming at him to run. He looked to Thor for some support, but only got a wary look in response.
"You know the...," he trailed off again.
Loki glared.
"The...pregnancy...thing,"
Loki's glare intensified.
Clint held up his hands defensively. "Look, I just heard Jane and the Cap discussing it, that's all,"
Loki glared at Clint one last time before turning to Thor. "This is why I have protections in place, these mortal's are so gossipy that I wouldn't be surprised if your entire team knew of my...concerns by now," he snapped.
Clint shrugged. "I don't see the issue, I mean what's the worse that could happen?" he remarked flippantly.
Loki turned cold eyes back on Barton. "Get out," he hissed.
Clint swallowed nervously. He was not doing well at not pissing off Loki. And while Loki looked pretty out of it Clint was pretty sure the god would still strangle him. He spared Thor a glance and the blonde god just jerked his head towards the door. Barton took the hint and practically ran out the door, making a mental note not to touch on the subject of Loki's kids ever, ever again.