He had no idea about the lack of magic - yet - but those were very different eyes than the haughty, intelligent gaze that had looked back at him in the cell of the helicarrier. These were the eyes of a man longing for death, for a release from the pain.

Why he made the decision he did, he would need to think on later, just as fixing Loki in the cell or feeding him. He slid his arms under Loki and grunted as he picked him up. For all he was the Hulk, as just plain old Bruce Banner, the six foot and change god was a lot of weight.