For Asgard!

It was not so strange to Sif. While protecting the Nine Realms she had met and fought alongside many people from other realms, always invariably finding similarities where differences seemed endless. Nothing felt like home, of course, but that did not mean Sif could not find hints of home wherever she stepped foot in. It was a curious thing, the camaraderie one found with soldiers and fighters all over the realms. Even despite their differences - and oh, there were many - it had been that common thread that had warmed her to Natasha so quickly. A soldier took many forms, they were but different ones. Just like the Captain. She found it easy to speak to him not only because he had seen much of the fantastical things Sif had all but grown with, but also because there was a common understanding connected to what they did for a living, as it were. Discussing weaponry and fighting styles had made her bond with many people - Agent Melinda May having been the most recent one that she could remember - and so this discussion of shields with the Captain was not strange at all. It was welcomed, in fact. This was such a strange place to her that she feared - even though she had met people here from her own home, from her own past - she would never acclimate fully.

Sif knew what he did with his shield, what he really did, only because despite appearances she wasn't a grunt. Or she was, but a grunt wasn't always mindless, a mere meat-head you gave a spear to and sent stabbing at the enemy. There had been countless hours of training, absolutely countless, before Sif was deemed even adequate. There were calculations present in every movement, every escape, every contingency. If it was more muscle memory than pure calculation now was only because she had had thousands of years to practice. It had become second nature like breathing. And only because, wherever she was, whatever the fight, mathematics and physics (whatever Asgardians called it) remained, give or take the slight adjustment, delightfully the same. Sif did not know the theory behind them. She had never thought to ask or learn. She simply knew she owed her life to them.

The Captain's raised brow garnered an amused chuckle out of Sif, her surprise almost mirroring his own. "What else would it be?" She replied, still amused. "As though I do not calculate exactly what force I ought to employ to thrust my sword and at what angle to garner the result I need?" Her semblance was one of knowing, as if to tell him he had found a kindred spirit there. Of course her shield did nothing his did, but then hers wasn't to be employed as he did his. Hers had as main function buying her the time she needed to really inflict damage. "Well, I like to think I know how to use the bags, but as evidenced by recent events, clearly I do not." She replied, amused. "Have you had trouble with them like I did?"