Kobra still hadn't managed to track down the dude from the box. It wasn't as if he wasn't afraid of the guy. He was clearly powerful and psychotic. It was just that he was also clearly in pain and trapped. Kobra didn't like the idea of that. He didn't like anyone being trapped after everything he'd fought for.

None of that stopped him from rationalizing this trap, though. He knew he was trapped here, somewhere deep down, but he didn't want to think about it, so he dressed it up like it didn't matter or like he didn't care. It didn't invalidate his new friendships. It just meant that a fully-aware Kobra would probably fight a lot harder than he had so far to get out.

Figured, of course, that box-guy--Loki, Sharon had called him--would be in the creepy-ass lighthouse, right? Her warnings really hadn't persuaded him. For all he knew, she'd trapped Loki herself.

Once he'd caught a glimpse of dark hair at the top of the lighthouse, he'd walked straight there without a thought. Sure, this place was creepy, but he was chasing after someone potentially creepier.

He hopped up the stairs fast enough, not really trying for stealth. At the top, he stood, looking at Loki. "Hi."