For Asgard!

The very same way Thor had told his Midgardian companions about his Asgardian ones, he had done so the other way around. It was part of the reason why Sif had began to see Midgardians in a new light, much different from the one she had been raised to adopt. He had spoken at length of the Captain's honor, his sense of good and evil - unwavering, but not inflexible, how he had taken strategic lead in New York and worked hard to keep the people safe as possible. A hero of legend, in every sense of the word.

If the Captain had been looking, Sif had not noticed. Even if she had she wouldn't have held it against him, as she was aware of how ridiculous she looked. It was fine, for the moment, but later Sif might just have to ask Natasha for some currency. Or bring her own clothes back, if she found her door in the meantime.

The Captain had a pleasant smile, a soft one that Sif had to admit she did not find in many men who made war their business. It was a simplified way to put it, she was aware, but it suited him fine. Like she had done with Natasha, Sif grabbed his forearm instead of shaking his hand. It was something she did with comrades at arms, made no sense to greet him in any other way. Sif nodded in earnest agreement at his pleasure to meet her. "I have heard many marvellous things about you and your shield, Captain. You must give me opportunity to examine it closely." She asked.