"They wish they were your friends," America said without missing a beat. The offered napkin had her making a slight face. "Thanks, princess." She made a bit of a show of cleaning off her fingers with the napkin. Once her fingers were clean she busied herself with toying with said napkin.
Okay, yes, her lips twitched into a slight smirk as Kate sighed loudly. That look only made America raise an eyebrow in challenge.
"Or maybe the old farts just don't know us because they are from a different dimension?" She didn't hate the Avengers, she just never planned on joining them. Dealing with adults was not her favorite thing to do. The Young Avengers spent plent of time saying 'America, no!' and that would only explode by a hundred times if she ended up dealing with the Avengers. She had no problem sassing them, but a girl could only take so many of those 'dad' looks from superheroes. America, yes.
"Okay, don't you ever tell him this," she leveled a look at Kate that swore pain if words got back to Loki. "But Loki isn't all that bad. Sure, he causes problems, but he wouldn't drop us all here and stay. He'd just go green poof and leave us to suffer." Okay, she had a love/hate relationship with the Asgardian.
America burped behind her hand and gave a slight shrug. Manners were overrated most of the time.
"Besides, princess, if Loki tries anything I will punch him into a pool. Ruin his hair. Topic change, chica? So you made the boys do yoga? How much did they whine?"
A snort of laughter actually escaped her as she pictured those lovable idiots doing yoga. Yeah, no way. America was not doing yoga. Not ever, ever.