There had been a line one of the Commandos had been fond of quoting. A simple thing, a throwaway line that had been nonetheless hurt too much to think of for months after he had been brought back into the world. After the Thaw. Loki and New York had brought it again to the surface with the introduction of the Avengers and those who made up its number - an alien god, a downcast scientist who was sometimes a monster, a genius in a cybernetic suit, a spy - but this time without the heartache that had come before of thinking of Falsworth with his irreverent tip of his head as he had told him, over and over again ‘More things on heaven and earth, Steve. More things on heaven and earth.’
It came to him again with an easiness that spoke of comfort, rather than mourning always for those he had lost, as he headed across the gym to speak to the woman who had just thrown a 70 lb bag across a room as if it weighed nothing at all.
The reference to Asgard explained much of the ‘how’ and some of the ‘who,’ but he thought it best not to assume that finding a few pieces of the puzzle meant he understood the greater picture of it. No more than he might have assumed that the fact that she was beautiful - all dark hair and hazel eyes, long limbs and carrying a sharpness and steel to her that always appealed - meant that he should in any way disregard her in any category.
“Lady Sif?” His brows rose, remembering mentions in the limited file he had been given on Thor, as well as in the man’s words around the margins of more pivotal events. “I’ve heard of you. You’re one of Thor’s friends, right?”
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It came to him again with an easiness that spoke of comfort, rather than mourning always for those he had lost, as he headed across the gym to speak to the woman who had just thrown a 70 lb bag across a room as if it weighed nothing at all.
The reference to Asgard explained much of the ‘how’ and some of the ‘who,’ but he thought it best not to assume that finding a few pieces of the puzzle meant he understood the greater picture of it. No more than he might have assumed that the fact that she was beautiful - all dark hair and hazel eyes, long limbs and carrying a sharpness and steel to her that always appealed - meant that he should in any way disregard her in any category.
“Lady Sif?” His brows rose, remembering mentions in the limited file he had been given on Thor, as well as in the man’s words around the margins of more pivotal events. “I’ve heard of you. You’re one of Thor’s friends, right?”