When Bucky was done with his dinner, he took his plate and put it in the sink. He stood behind the counter for a bit, watching the kids interact. Artus was licking syrup off his hands, the other kids were introducing themselves and chattering. Weren't there supposed to be two more? He knew Nightwing was supposed to join this little cabal, but he might have gotten held up by some bank robbery or something. It was the second absentee that concerned James. He'd been told in advance that the Asgardian trickster god, Loki, would be gracing their presence. New and improved, apparently. Bucky had never met the old Loki, so he didn't have any person beef with the guy. Not so much could be said for the rest of the Avengers. 

Bucky silently headed out of the kitchen to see if anyone was lurking around the house. He managed to catch a glimpse of blue and black out one of the windows. What the hell was Dick up to now? James paid it no mind as he headed upstairs. His own room was at the end of the hall, somewhat separated from the rest. As he walked towards it, he noticed light coming from the bottom of one of the kids' rooms. Perhaps that was their missing god of chaos. Bucky paused, debating. He could either let it go, let the kid deal with his own problems, and keep walking. Or he could be Captain fucking America for once and do the right thing. He took in a breath and slowly let it out, then knocking lightly on the door. 

"Hey kid, erm, Loki. There's dinner downstairs; you're welcome to it. Nobody around here bites." Or at least, not that [i]he[/i] was aware of.