Thor follows willingly, aye, and follows Clint's example, getting a drink for himself; they seat themselves and he lifts the beer in its frosted mug to his lips, casting a glance which is plainly curious at his comrade, his fellow Avenger: does he really remember none of that? Even the battle which so devastated New York?

"A year ago," he agrees, setting his mug down on the table. "When I met you, my brother had had you under his power, and I had come to Midgard to take him back, and the tesseract with him." A thought comes to him then: what if Clint is still beneath Loki's dominion, what if this is why he does not remember? He tenses, as though expecting the flurry of attack to fly at him at any moment.