"Loki of Asgard is asking me to punch him," Natasha sighs happily, adopting a dreamy look for a moment. "I think I may swoon."

Then she breaks into an impish grin and drops into a mirroring stance across from him. "Sure, I'll be happy to help. The lecherous dummies weren't being much of a challenge anyway. What brought this on? And you know. Usual stuff. Settling in. Catching up with people. Plotting my eventual world domination. You?"