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[And just as the Asgardian proclaims it to the sky, one of the buildings nearby shakes - an explosion wrecks one of the floors and there's a certain supersoldier falling out of one of the window.

He hit the ground with a rough landing as expected, but he's forcing himself back up, trying to shake it off. Stumbling over to the other as he notices him, he offers a slight grin past the blood and the dirty. Adjusting the grip on his shield, he straightens up, looks to the numbers that are left.]

You gonna take them all, or are you saving some for us?

[ he whirls at the sound, hammer up to face his new foe, though a grin's quick to appear when steve makes his way over. it's nice to be able to fight alongside the man, now that his stature matches his heart, clapping him on the shoulder and laughing with good humor at the question. ]

While I do not wish to take the pleasure of battle away from anyone - [ give him a sec to turn and smash a guy trying to sneak up on him. ] I will not hold back, either!

[ 'so keep up' is left unsaid, not that thor imagines any of them having trouble with that. ]

[It's definitely new, considering it hasn't even been a week since the procedure, but it's in a good way. He can actually stand beside the others with his new constitution, and not have to be watched over so hey! Plus he can actually use this shield, which is really great, if he does say so. He's got a little smile himself as he catches his breath, keeping strong with the hand on his shoulder.]

Right behind you. [ Bracing himself on his heels, he takes point where he is before he throws his shield at the nearest enemy, running up to take him down fully.] Any idea where these guys came from anyway?

[Totally calling out to the other over the chaos, yup.]

[ thor lets steve cover his back, finding it easy to place his faith in the man. steve is already plenty capable with his new body and thor already knows he can be relied on otherwise. so he focuses on the ones before him, a liggtning strike jumping through a group of them befor thor turns, the impact of his hammer sending a charging enemy flying back into his allies.

he hears the question, answers as he advances to the next target, voice carrying easily over the din: ] Your guess is as good as mine! They are quite numerous -

[ he's cut off by the grenade that lands at his feet, going off before he can react with a flash of light and a deafening, high-pitched whine. thor stumbles back with a hand over his eyes; disoriented by the temporary loss of his senses he strikes wildly, swinging to keep away enemies who aren't there, staying safely out of range and lifting their guns to open fire. a second grenade lands near steve, primed to go off in a few seconds. ]

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[He can hear the other man working towards the fight himself as he stands back up, reclaims his shield and straps it back on. The situation is almost surreal but if he doesn't take it seriously, then it's possible that everyone back at HQ will be at risk, and that's not something he wants to leave up to chance.

Thor's voice booms over the area, and he doesn't even turn around as he grapples with a soldier, managing to throw him over his shoulder. There's something wrong though - the Norse agent's half-finished reply as him turn just in time to catch the sight of the grenade. Wide-eyed, he lifts his shield to block it, shuts his eyes tight and the sound rings in his head, while the flash doesn't exactly reach him.]

Thor! Are you okay?

[That's when the second grenade comes in, and Steve's barely opening his eyes are he hears it land so here's instinct working for him. He's bending down, picking up the grenade and flinging it off as quick as he can; it goes off midair and his vision's blurry now, but he's turning his waist, back to sending his shield off in some direction.

-which is hopefully toward the enemy. Flash grenades, bad. Right.

On the other side, the enemy scrambles to take position else they'll scramble like chickens without their heads. They're everywhere it seems, aiming with their rifles and firing as they please. Steve takes refuge behind a broken wall, eyes still scanning the area for the other. ]

[ flash grenades very bad. as steve goes through his ordeal the enemy fires on thor, but they don't manage any critical hits due to his armor and the improvements of the serum. he lets out a yell he can barely hear above the ringing in his ears, firing off more lightning and buying himself time to try to stumble to cover.

the effects are already beginning to wear off, vision filtering back in through white spots, allowing him to duck into cover. his hearing is another story, ears still ringing and making everything sound muffled, distant. he doesn't move for the moment, focusing on his breathing and the weight of mjolnir in his hand, and once his vision's cleared he's looking for signs of the other. ] Steven!

[ with his hearing shot he's even louder than normal, and quick to duck down when he's fired upon again for giving up his position . ]

[He can't take bullets, even with this new stature, he's learnes that the hard way (a few days ago, when he wasn't paying attention on the firing range) and he's not in the mood for a repeat session. His shield's gone too but if he can get it' it'll be okay. Just gotta wait this out, that's all.

He spares a second to peering over the wall, but that's a lost cause because the bullets are flying past - he ducks back down, grimaces as the wall splits against him.

He hears Thor calling, takes in a breath because there's only a few people who've called him that, but he realizes their attention's split and his shield's right by Thor.

Only one shot at this. Breaking out from past the wall, he makes a dash for another spot, he scans the area for his shield, for Thor - then ducks again, picks up a rock. Curde, yeah, but he's throwing it at the scouts firing in Thor's direction.]

Right here! I'm fine, I'm good! [OKAY, not a smart plan, since they're firing at him now, but he's making a run for his shield, rolling and propping it up to protect himself.] We gotta slow 'em down, somehow...

[ he hears steve's voice, but the words escape him and that's concerning. he could be under attack, in need of assistance but thor can't be sure with his hearing still damaged. well, not until steve rolls into a defensive position beside him, anyway, shield raised against a rain of lead. he takes a moment to check the other soldier for injuries, and upon finding none, moves into action.

he stands without fear of the gunfire, though he almost loses his balance from the lingering effects of the flashbang. he keeps his feet and throws mjolnir, hitting a soldier in the front and throwing him backwards into others, breaking the line with confusion. he looks down at steve while the forces recollect themselves amidst the confusion and grins. ]

I apologize, [ and he's trying not to be deafening, really, but it's hard to hear himself otherwise. ] but I am still disoriented from the last assault! I can provide a long-range distraction, but I would be no use to you in close quarters!

[Quick turn to Thor over his shoulder, just to make sure he's still there. He looks fine for the most part, but you can't really tell what damage has been done with things like flash grenades. He's about to say something when the other moves to stand, concern flashing across his face but soon enough, the Norse agent is looking back to him, and he's smiling at the other, meeting that grin with relief. They've got this, they haven't been knocked down just yet.]

No, it's good - I can work with that! [His own ears are ringing but Thor's not helping with the recovery, so he rolls with it, nods barely at the idea as he makes a plan. Fixing his grip on his shield, he takes a glance out to the field, then makes a few motions for Thor, then himself.] You hit 'em high, and I'll get 'em low. Still got some lightning in you?

[ his only answer is to laugh, grin broadening as he generates a small storm of electricity between his hands, crackling with the pure energy that always seems to roll off thor himself. a ridiculous question, that. he is his own generator and there's no end to the misery he can dole out to his foes. something he's rather eager to do right now - he sees it as due payment for the flashbangs.

he turns, firing off a burst at the line. it jumps from soldier to soldier, taking advantage of the contact it can get before it finds the ground, either strong enough to have them reeling or knock them out entirely. thor keeps up the assault, doing his end of the plan, creating a diversion to give steve time to do what he needs to without suffering a hail of bullets in the process. he'll have to fetch mjolnir later, but for now this tactic holds more than its fair share of entertainment for the lightning commando. ]

[Even Thor's laugh is loud when he's not trying. What was he expecting?

Still, the response is comfort enough because that's trust he can put in the other, faith that he'll pull through and that they can do this, even if he's not quite sure how many more are left. The energy that builds at his hands is enough to restore that gleam in his eyes, get him to nod because that's a good and ready sign for him. If Thor can keep going, if the others can keep going, then heck, Steve's not ready to go down just yet. No breaks here, no sir.

Once Thor's up and working at his end, Steve's regaining his footing, straightening up and bounding past Thor so he can keep the line down long enough for the other to get going where he needs to go. Lining up his shield, he slams it into the face of a soldier trying to get up, spins on his heel to strike another and it's instinct that's moving him to take the guy at his side, shove him with the shield.

A brief glance over his shoulder to where Thor is, and then he ducks down, avoids gunfire whizzing over his head.]

[ he's precise with his strikes, making sure to aim clear of steve so he doesn't suffer any undue shocks. he keeps an eye on the man, keeps track of where he is so he can adjust accordingly, aiming above or around him to shock the enemy and open advantages in close combat to his ally.

when the firing starts again, thor's lips twist into an annoyed scowl as he moves into cover briefly, letting the assault pass him by. but he's quick to pop back out when the break comes, letting out a yell as he looses a more powerful blast of electricity at the source. he's more than annoyed with this group after messing up his senses, but more than that, despite his confidence and enhanced stamina he knows he can't keep this going forever - thor is literally his own generator, and if he pushes this lightning thing too much he's going to have to rely on someone else to get him home. it's happened more than a few times in the service, in the days when he'd first been getting used to his body, finding and pushing his new limits. he's not about to have that happen again if he can help it.

finishing quickly is ideal, as is getting his balance back so he can go back to close quarters with steve. he's always preferred swinging mjolnir anyway. ]

[The faith that Steve places in the others, Thor especially at this moment is large, but he wants to, believes in the other because he's proven himself capable trustworthy despite having only known him for a short amount of time. Though, compared to everyone else around, it's not that short, not that long.

He ducks down in his movement and a dash of lightning soars over him, strikes the enemy a distance away. At times inbetween the fight, he looks behind him to nod a brief thanks to the other because it's due and it's needed. Otherwise his attention is at the ready, taking down who he can before he plans out the next point to attack. At the least, the numbers are wearing down and from what can be seen, there aren't any reinforcements coming - that, or they've already arrived.

Still, back to matters; they need a way to either take down the others, force a retreat. Something to end the battle because they're going to tire down, and even if they take down a hundred, who's not to say that they don't have another hundred waiting for them? His ears are ringing, and once Steve realizes that they've broken the line effectively to where they won't be pinned, he flings his shield in an odd direction, tackles a soldier to the ground and incapacitates him.

His eyes go back to look for Thor once he's back up.]

Thor?!

[ he sees steve glance back at him, sees the break in the enemy line and nods his understanding. his first steps forward are more of a test than anything, but when he doesn't stumble or fall he trusts his equilibrium is back in balance and charges the ranks. he slides past steve and into the bulk of the horde, grabbing mjolnir from the group and slamming a soldier in his facemask, throwing him down. it's still hard to hear, but it's getting better and thor trusts that steve will stick close to him.

so he focuses on his own battle once more, attacking relentlessly. he doesn't know where the others are but they only have to hold out until the forces back off, and between the six of them - the six highly unusual rebels - it shouldn't take too much longer. his hopes prove correct when the enemy starts fleeing, either heeding some call or recognizing his and steve's strength. he doesn't know which it is, doesn't care much, because seeing their backs as they run away is the important part.

he grins, turns to clap steve on the shoulder, his hearing's mostly returned, so he's back to his normal volume. which is still rather loud, admittedly, but. ]

Ha, watch them run! They have finally learned they are no match for you and I!

[There's a fist flying for his face but Steve knows better than to take it with his face so he ducks, returns it with one of his own and he can feel Thor pass by him, hears the chaos he causes as he makes his way through and while it makes him feel better about the situation, he's still focused on the fighting. A breath in and he looks for his shield, recovers it as soon as possible then by the time he knows it, he's back to back with Thor. He hits low, the Norse agent hits high and soon enough the enemy's running, he's being grabbed by Thor.]

I - we don't make that bad a team, huh? [Reaching over, he clasps Thor on his opposite shoulder, throws him a grin while he catches his breath. There's a pause and he looks around at the chaos, fixes the handle on his shield.] We should..

[Another breath in and he clears his throat, pats Thor once more before dropping his hand.]

C'mon, helping with clean-up will make it go a lot faster. Someone's gotta keep the place presentable, right?

We make a fearsome foe together, I think. It is good to have you by my side on the field of battle. [ the smile he gives is genuine, pleased. he'd wondered how steve would be in combat and he likes the answer this battle has given him - clearly the man's fighting skills haven't been dulled by the time he was forced out of combat.

he can't help the way his face falls at the mention of clean up, though, a short grumble passing under his breath as he moves his hand from steve's shoulders. with the institution there hadn't been any clean-up - thor had just destroyed things, got the objective done and headed back to base. clean-up was left to others. since joining the resistance he's gotten used to the notion, but it's still far from the top of his list of favorite post-battle activities. ]

Of course. [ he clips mjolnir to his belt. he observes the battlefield, frowning as he tries to decide where to start first. ] Shall I assist in clearing stray debris?

[ yeah, he's already pretty used to taking steve's orders. then again, he can't think of a single person more worthy to command him on the field of battle besides odin, and thor tries not to think of him. ]

Likewise. I feel sorry for any guy who even tries to face the two of us, poor kid. [The idea has him give a grimace because whoever did have to go through that today was dealt a rude awakening. Still, the look doesn't remain long because Thor's smiling and it's contagious for some reason. Even if this is the first time he's fought beside the other, he's been with him enough to learn that a certain kind of smile is earned, and it's the one he's seeing now.

Then he catches the change, stops a little and gets quiet as he waits for the full response. He can't say that it doesn't amuse him, but as soon as Thor asks if he should help, Steve stops turning over one of the fallen slabs of concrete, straightens up a little and thinks about it. ] If you don't want to, I won't force a broom in your hand or anything, really. It'd help, but you don't have to.

Not like I can call rank on you, or anything like that. [A tease and he smiles. He's pretty sure that a lot of the others won't be aiding in clean-up either, but that's their call. It's not as if there is a division in charge of this kind of thing, so he scratches his chin, thinks about it as he settles a hand on his hip.]

I wouldn't mind the company, though. You could talk to me while I gather some of the walls that got broken down. Sound good?

[She caught onto his presence down the hallway but having him lean over her shoulder to look at the file she's reading? That's enough to get her to make her turn to him slightly just to make sure it's definitely Thor and someone who would deserve a shove away. Waving the paper around, she takes a step forward, turns on her heel to regard him with a nod.]

Announcement from Fury about using the kitchen. You didn't get it? [She's waving it around with a flat look before offering it to him. It mentions something about misuse of the toaster and an explosion that occurred the other day, so as far as it goes, she's skeptical about it.] Do you know anything about it?

[ he takes it with more than a little curiosity, brow raised as he takes another bite of the jelly-filled pastry and skims the notice while natasha talks. no, he hadn't gotten it, but once he sees mention of the ruined toaster he knows exactly what it's about.

see this look, nat? it's the look of a terrible liar trying not to appear guilty. ]

I... I may. [ it's the result of an overenthusiastic thor making poptarts and infecting steve with the same enthusiasm, but he's not admitting that. ]

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[Watching him with interest because she hasn't seen him all day and hearing that he hasn't gotten the announcement is strange. Though, it is Thor and so it's excusable, considering that these notices don't go very far if you're not within Fury's immediate reach. Totally catching that look, and trying not to look so amused because of it.

Just going to raise a brow at the answer, then fold her arms like so. Even leaning back a little, just to get a better look at his face.]

Oh? [She's not the one to make a jab like that but Thor's face has her interested.] And what exactly does that entail?

[ at the arm fold, the question, he glances away. his eyes flicker over random spots - the floor, the wall, the ceiling, his shoes, everywhere that isn't the widow. he shifts, shuffles his feet, and overall presents himself more like a guilty child than a full-grown man who can throw lightning around.

finally: ] That tale is not mine to tell.

[ which, as he views it, is true. while he's certainly not eager to fess up to his hand in things, he would do so more readily if it wouldn't mean steve getting in trouble too, and he refuses to drag the other man down with him. ]

[Okay she's a serious person in her own right but when someone who is more than capable of handling himself and leveling a few buildings on his own turns into a child because of some incident that occurred in the kitchen, Nat has to do a double-take, and wipe the smile off her face.

It's a noble move, she'll say that because at least Thor's not a gossip, but if he is the one at fault, then surely he's got a reason for not fessing up, aside from the obvious being incurring the wrath of the director.]

Your call, not mine. [She nods to that, then motions for him to follow if he wants. She has to go pick up some intel for a new mission anyway.] Was it worth it, at least?

[Must've been, if it was worth a toaster...]

[ he relaxes when she lets it drop, flashing a smile before she turns away. he follows after at the invitation (though whether he needed one in the first place is debatable), letting a scowl cross his features at the question. ]

No. The Poptart could not be salvaged. [ a travesty in and of itself, and he holds the box a little closer as he finishes off the one he'd been eating. he goes for another, then seems to remember his manners as he looks back at nat. ] Would you like a Poptart, Lady Widow?

[(with Nat, an invitation is kinda mandatory, unless you're Clint or someone to that extent—being Thor doesn't hurt either.) The answer has her raise a brow and look over as they turn the corner because exactly what happened in the first place? ]

It was lost in the first place? [Prying likely won't get anywhere and it's not so urgent that she needs to 'direct' the other to the reveal so she lets it go with a mild shrug as they approach a door, complete with booth where an agent sits.]

- Romanoff and Thor. Just picking up a file. [She's waving a hand to the agent on duty as they pass through into another room. There are files stacked upon one another, names and labels across each one in effective assortments. She grabs what's assigned and moves back out of the room, eying the box as the question is asked]

Depends, what kind are they?

Once the explosion occured, [ thor clarifies. he stands behind natasha as she speaks to the agent on duty, giving a friendly smile when he's addressed then following widow into the room beyond. he eyes the stacks and files idly, dismissing them soon enough when they leave. though he can't help noting something: ] I am surprised you still put details to paper. Stark seemed affronted at the very idea of using a notebook with computers available.

[ ah, right - ] Blueberry. [ he's almost beaming as he offers the box to her. ] I prefer the strawberry flavor, but these are also delicious.

Explosion. Right. [With a tone that says they're done at that, because saying anything more about that will just lead to Thor actually giving the story, if he's not careful and Nat's persistent. Flipping through the papers for a second, she tucks the file under her arm afterwards and looks up at the question.] -honestly, it's mostly to horrify Stark but there's nothing wrong with paper.

Sometimes though, it's better to have it on hand, in case there's a blackout or breach... Just a precaution, really.

[An attack on the generators is enough to revert to old ways, jusr in case. Peering into the box, she reaches for a pack, opens it as they walk along.]

I know Coulson and Barton picked up aome new groceries the other day. Was strawberry not there?

[ he doesn't speak anymore of the incident once natasha drops it, giving a sage nod when she speaks of precautions. it makes sense, and to be truthful thor's always preferred paper to technology. if it wasn't a weapon or a means of communication in the field, it went right over his head. though he was slowly adjusting to computers and cellphones, at tony's insistence. ]

Wise reasoning. [ he beams when she takes a packet, pulling one out for himself. ] There was! But there were these as well, and I felt I should try them. They're good! [ he unwraps the foil, taking a bite of the poptart, speaking as he chews. ] We were never allowed such things in the service. It is a shame; I think Volstagg would enjoy them.

[Papers are easier to keep track of when they're organized at least. And with the... almost incident that happened last week (that computer's still being checked), Nat's more comfortable with files she can hold in her hand. At the least, they make it more difficult to send out to... outside parties.

Not that she'll let any information of that sort out in her explanation. Raising a brow as she takes a bite of one of the pastries, she listens to him go on about them, takes a glance at hers as if to appreciate it more, then another bite.]

Don't power through them too fast - too much of a good thing, and that. [Nonchalant shrug as she stops in one of the empty hallways, pulls herself up onto a windowsill.] Volstagg? Right, one of your friends from the Norse Corps.

What makes you say that in the first place?

[ he nods to her words, chuckling a bit at the warning. he stops, leaning against a wall as she moves to sit on a windowsill, eyes taking her in for a moment before he speaks again, answers the question. ] Volstagg is fond of food as a whole, [ thor explains, barely-contained laughter in his words as he thinks of the hefty warrior. ] and his favorites are meats, but second to that is anything sweet to the taste. As such things are not something we often get in the service, he would enjoy them all the more for it.

[ he allows himself a laugh once he's finished his explanation, though as he continues to think about volstagg, about the rest of his squad still in the service, his face falls. he hasn't thought much of them since pledging his loyalty to the resistance, too busy with fighting or helping as he could, and now that he is it hits him how much he misses them. fandral would have wooed his way into the hearts of many of the women here, he's certain, and hogun would be taken by the knowledge that's been collected, with the many worthy warriors fighting against the institution they've fought to protect so long as they can remember. heimdall and odin, they would get along with the director, he's certain, and loki...

thinking about loki hurts too much after what he's done, so thor drops that line of thought.

his voice is unusually hushed, solemn when he speaks again, eyes on the ground and poptart forgotten. ] You and Sif would get along well. You would be fast friends, I'm certain.

[ he can't help but wonder how they're doing now, if any harm's been brought to them for his betrayal. suddenly he looks up, mouth a thin line and expression difficult to read. ] Lady Widow, would it be possible to retrieve information on them from the institution itself?

[She listens as he goes onto explain, giving her full attention because that's the least she can do for him. Amongst those she chooses to avoid out of simply not wanting to deal with them, Thor is one of the few that Nat doesn't take that road with. It might be because they were both brought in by Clint, that she's curious about why he was brought in, what it is about him that the archer saw, maybe it's something else.

So instead she keeps the file beside her, with the poptarts pressed flat against her palms. Natasha watches him, wonders what he's thinking aboutas he speaks about someone he worked with, regarded closely. Her head tilts barely when he grows quiet.]

I hope to meet Sif one day then, if possible. [Before she knows it, she's reaching out to settle fingers on his forearm, as if it'll provide comfort. The question though, it has her straightening up, leaning back instead of close to him like she had found herself doing. A nod.] It would, granted we can get close enough.

It depends on what kind of information you're looking for, Thor.

[ he acknowledges the touch, surprise working its way across his features, even for as brief as he appears. he's had time to get to know natasha, and it's not often that she initiates contact with someone who isn't clint. he recovers soon enough, giving her a small but sincere smile for the action before he straightens up, more like himself. ]

Not much. I simply wish to know how my companions fair, if they are all right. Would that be too difficult? [ he pauses, head tilting and brow furrowing as he thinks, considers, then adds: ] I believe there is someone Steven was concerned about as well. I do not know their name, but...

[ but he can't just request this to be done for himself and not ask about setting steve's own worries to rest in the process. it wouldn't be fair to him. but maybe he should get their name first to make the process easier, since he's certain that the information won't be easily gotten, even as simple as the request may seem. thor remembers the security levels, knows it's an incredible risk for any agent who dares it. ]

[As soon as he goes on to explain his question, she draws her hand back to her side, settles in her lap this time. The pop-tarts are long forgotten, merely taking up space as she listens, considers things. She's sure that there's skepticism with leaving her around a computer of any sort, but the request isn't too much.

It's the matter of getting through security, past those levels and into the heart of the matter, because information about others outside of SHIELD can compromise others, make things complicated when an agent is more concerned with someone else than the task at hand. It's different with Thor, different with Steve too, when he's brought up. From what she's seen of them, their dedication to the cause rivals that of some of the most seasoned here. They deserve good news, with what they've had to go through.

And Nat's piece of good news would be being able to stick it to the government. That's more pricey than finding out if someone's alright or not. So she shifts, scoots forward and thinks on it. Her feet are pressed flat against the wall as she keeps seated, moves to take a bite of her pop tart at least. Her eyes scan the hall as she does so.]

That shouldn't be too difficult to get, name or no. [A pause, and she considers her options. Just get to a computer, get the information, get in and out. Still, with Hill on constant security of the mainframe and Coulson likely to find out as soon as she logs in, she's planning.] - I'd need you to keep watch, though.

If you really want to do this.

[ the incident in question isn't something thor is thinking of at first, not until nat brings up him needing to keep watch. he'd forgotten about it, because aside from the novelty of being knocked out by natasha and marveling over her strength because of it, he didn't feel it needed remembering. he didn't blame her, and she'd already gone through enough in the weeks the team, coulson, hill and fury spent helping her get the deeply-buried commands out of her head. more treachery by the government that had had all of them under surveillance for a while, and apparently SHIELD was still being careful about natasha's condition.

he supposes it makes sense, to be careful with the position they're in, but it still has him frowning because he has the utmost faith in widow. still, he only gives a curt nod, treating this as seriously as any field mission. ]

Of course, Lady Widow. If you need it, I shall provide. It is the least I can do to repay your efforts. When do we move?

[ because he's treating this as seriously as any field mission. ]

[If she knew, she'd be glad to know that he doesn't think of that incident - it'd lift some guilt off of her shoulders. Even if she says it doesn't bother her as much, it's the fact that it happened in the first place that burns her, remembers that she's still been compromised and revenge is one of her priorities.

Still. She's better now because of it happening, and having been stopped. They shut it down, got the voices out and no longer does she hear commands to do it, take SHIELD down, get information, none of it. Nat might have been undone for a few moments, but it's what she's doing now that matters to her.

And if that's helping a team member, then that's what it is. Pushing herself off of her seat and back onto the ground, she starts to walk, makes a motion for him to follow.]

Now - the more we plan it out, the more likely it is that someone will catch on. [She's learned that the hard away around others here, and keeping a secret is capable of hurting others who aren't even involved, so she doesn't want to risk that either. She turns a corner, moves down into an empty hall and fixes the file tucked under her arm.] Do you remember the intel room Coulson always tells you to keep away from?

[ he follows without hesitation, keeping close to her and appearing as casual as he can. admittedly thor's never been the first choice for undercover ops because he is something of a terrible liar, but it shouldn't be difficult to keep anyone from catching on. it's not like they're diving for extensive information without informing anyone either. he's only asking for information about his friends and one of steven's. nothing more.

it will be fine.

he nods at her question, raising a brow. he has the sense to tone down his voice when he speaks, at least. ] Is that where we are headed?

It is.

[She raises her eyes when she gets the chance, makes sure that the next hall is clear before she motions to the door ahead of them. It's locked, complete with a keypad for a password, a card reader, and a combination lock or two. Making a motion to the second lock, Natasha's reaching for her back pocket, moving to the first before passing off a combination: put in the numbers but wait to put in the third, alright? On three.

Steadying the card, she moves to position it, punching in the password before then - she's on top of everything, whether she's trusted or not. If you need a password? Nat's your bet for who knows and who doesn't. Not the safest, but she does her work.]

One, two.... [She mouths the word three, finishes her combination and matches her timing to Thor's. The door clicks open and she gives a nod to the other before slipping in, giving him a pat on the shoulder.]

[ thor takes his place at the second lock, nodding as he takes the slip of paper and enters the combination as instruction, hand hovering over the last number. he waits for her to go through the other motions before he hits the last, smiling when the door opens and natasha's gained entrance. he pockets the combo, nodding back to her as she slips inside.

now is the hard part. thor tries to appear as casual as he possibly can as he guards the door, but it's a little difficult. it's already common knowledge he's not allowed near this place, and considering his height and build it's pretty difficult to be inconspicuous, even if he weren't currently the only person standing next to a suspiciously open door. he just has to wait and hope no one comes down this way before natasha's done and they can leave, so he stands, hands clasped behind his back and eyes sweeping the hallway for any signs of movement.

hopefully it won't take long. ]

[It shouldn't take long, with the way Natasha can handle computers paired with how she works under pressure.

Safe to say, it won't take long at all. Still, due to horrible timing for some reason, that is a pair of footsteps being heard down the hall - they're drawing closer but luckily the door's reopening and Natasha has a few more papers under her arms as she emerges, taps Thor on the side from behind as she comes out. There's slight tension at the footsteps but she's closing the door quickly, waiting for it to click before anything.

The footsteps stop, and she nudges Thor to begin walking in the opposite direction before handing off the papers. She waits a few before she starts talking, voice not hushed, more in its usual tone. The worst is over and if she gets reprimanded by anyone once they find out? So be it.] From what I found, your friends are alright.

These are the files I could pull up on them, with recent pictures. [She taps the corner of one of the papers.] As for the friend of Rogers that you were asking about, I believe I got his name. He's the last few papers of this stack.

[It's a nonchalant tone as she turns the corner, looks over her shoulder to make sure the coast is clear.] Hopefully, it's a match.

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1. shh I will probably find a way to alternate between journals and give you whiplash -

screeches YES GOOD

why are you tagging from the ps3 by the way asdljka

because i'm bored and spiting text limits DON'T JUDGE ME!!

you are insane and 'M NOT JUST WONDERING...

maybe just a little. AND GOOD.

a little. really?

A LITTLE.

whatever helps you sleep at night...

you are incredibly rude to me.

and you love me! for some reason...

i wonder why. quite often.

it's cause 'm adorable, right?

sure, we can say that...

- wow, way to be hurtful. :c

you started it!!

yeah well I didn't know you were gonna take it that way! >:

i'm sorry i'm distracted by all these icons with thor in them

it's your fault for them y'know -

i have none of the regrets. none of them.

take your lack of regrets and get out then -