[Someone out there has had a heart attack at the mighty Captain America calling lady Sif his angel; that some is Sif, who can't help the little startled jump. That she thankfully masks very well, her gaze soft.
You want convincing? She rests her hand on his cheek, more affectionately than she's albeit touched anyone since she's been here. (And finding it easy to do, shockingly. Easy to have affection for Steve.)] Long, successful. Not more than the usual.
[Natasha flew the jet back and Clint taught her how to play poker. She thinks she owns his life, because he was left out of things to bet with. But that'll be some story they all share, later. For now, for the princess:] I have missed you. [She takes a step closer, and lowers her voice.] Come help me out of this armor.
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You want convincing? She rests her hand on his cheek, more affectionately than she's albeit touched anyone since she's been here. (And finding it easy to do, shockingly. Easy to have affection for Steve.)] Long, successful. Not more than the usual.
[Natasha flew the jet back and Clint taught her how to play poker. She thinks she owns his life, because he was left out of things to bet with. But that'll be some story they all share, later. For now, for the princess:] I have missed you. [She takes a step closer, and lowers her voice.] Come help me out of this armor.