For Asgard!

When the Captain moved his gaze over her legs, Sif noticed. She had not before, but then she had not really been looking that closely. Now she was, and she hadn't said anything only because it simply was not an issue. A warrior like Sif, a woman in a man's world (so to speak), she was used to getting looks: both of appraisal and something more carnal, though sometimes the two had been known to mix. She was used to it, welcomed and reciprocated it, even. It was a natural thing. When the Captain moved his gaze back up to her face he found Sif smiling, eyes wide.

His grip on her arm - and hers on his - was a testament to how the Captain was everything he appeared to be, physically speaking. It was strong but not overly dominating, and held with her own for as long as she had wanted it to. Sif suspected his fighting style was similar as well. He did not walk into the battlefield arms wide to take the enemy down as he walked. No, that was definitely Thor. Sif wondered how they worked in the battlefield. Natasha she had placed; the infiltrator, exploiter of failures in the enemy's overall disposition on the battlefield. She could easily imagine her new friend disappear only to emerge well behind enemy lines seconds from removing their major resource from the field. The Captain, though, could as much be at the forefront as he could give orders, strategize, infiltrate as well. She could easily see his versatility, and it was interesting. Was Thor taking orders from him? He wasn't good at following them, not particularly, but he wasn't keen on giving them either. That only made Sif more curious.

"I would promise you a great view of my next battle, if I knew where and when that would be fought. But we can arrange for a sparring session, provided I am still here in the future." She offered, smile in place. "Well, I don't have a hammer and I cannot fly with it, so yes, my style is different. I work with a buckler and a double-ended sword; it is very useful for shifting ranges if necessary, from short to medium - even long if I am of a mind to throw the sword instead of fighting with it. But your shield," Sif's eyes shone with awe. "I hear it blocks impact, I hear it can be thrown and returned to your hands. I cannot imagine but I would like to."