His face frowns at the idea of being an Avenger. He doesn't think he could ever be that or do that but instead he just shakes his head. Where is he even supposed to go with this? He doesn't know, it's all just weird even though he's done weird a million times.

Sam would call this Wizard shit probably. Although the idea that shape shifting aliens are a thing certainly means maybe this isn't even Natsaha at all.

"And how do I know that you're not just setting me up to believe you and not secretly whatever it was you called it -- a skrull?" he asks half joking, his voice is playful and clearly he doesn't think it's that much of a stretch.

"How'd I die anyways?"