(other) Miguel and Katherine
'Did not like what he did' was quite the understatement, but this was nowhere near being the time or the place for Miguel to have a meltdown over Loki freezing him in place, digging around in his neck with both a needle and a knife and then rummaging around in his brain. The hand that had covered his eyes was now rubbing at the back of his neck where the scar had been, and he was fighting to keep his breathing normal. 'not here not here not here' was all he could think, especially after Loki winked at him.
"I'm being irrational," he said to himself, and then pushed himself to his feet. His hand tightened around his watch strap since he didn't think he'd be able to cope without Lyla, and he kept his gaze on a spot in the center of the table as he spoke. "Thank you for your company. I haven't touched any of the plate of food, if you want it. I, uh, I'm. I just had the 'flu, I wasn't well. I have to go," he said, and turned to leave. His head spun a little as he turned, but he was a spider-man, right? His balance was perfect, even as the panic clawed at his throat. He couldn't remember which portal was which, so he would have to walk back to wheel three and hope that the grip on his watch would keep him from falling apart again.