overplays | full speed ahead

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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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[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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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 -