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[ often times there's not a lot to do. for a man like thor, it means wandering from one source of entertainment to the other, because if it's not battle it has a 50/50 chance of being found captivating enough to keep his attention for more than five minutes at a time. and that's what he's doing today, munching on a poptart with a box tucked under his arm, roaming through halls and past faces both familiar and foreign to find something to do.

and eventually, he may just be peering over your shoulder, looming all too close because what is personal space? ]

'lo. What is that?

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[ it'd taken him a while to get used to battle. the first couple of times something in him had balked from the glory of battle, had turned away and screamed it was wrong, wrong wrong whenever he felled a foe. that the glory earned in victory was something not to be enjoyed, that there were better things to be done than hurt people.

it hadn't exactly taken long for that part of thor to fade away.

now he takes to battle with a righteous enthusiasm, voice booming over the sound of battle just as much as the peeling thunder that follows his presence in the skies above does. he dives right into the heart of the enemy with no hesitation, swinging his hammer and electrocuting others with lightning, letting out a laugh as he enjoys the challenge and the adrenaline coursing through him. his squad members are nearby, locked in their own battles, waging individual wars, and thor ignores their presence as he handles his own.

another enemy falls to the mud, and thor raises his hammer, shouts a taunt: ]

Who else dare challenge me?! I will take all those brave or foolish enough!

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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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full speed ahead

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 -