For Asgard!

It was an odd thing, looking at this man. In all honesty Sif had not met many Midgardians. She could count them with the fingers of both hands and never run out of fingers. None of them had this seemingly perfect mixture of physical prowess with gentle disposition; he looked much like an Asgardian, tall and broad with a strong jaw to boot - but oozed the softness of a race whose time was limited, whose mistakes could very easily go uncorrected. In this instance, Sif did not use the word 'soft' in derision. It was admirable. It was one of the many things that made her gravitate towards Thor, more so in the last few years. It was a shame, then, that she had not analysed it enough to realize if not for Midgard, Thor might not have become that man - at least not to that extent.

Sif nodded at her name in his lips, smiling more broadly when he mentioned Thor. "Do not tell me you're one of his Midgardian companions as well!" Were they all here? "I have met the marvellous Natasha already, it is her garments I wear today," Sif pointed to herself, frowning slightly as she tugged at the hem of her top to cover her midriff more effectively.

And now it was time for a little deducing. Which one was he? Sif had heard their names as well as their descriptions, but hadn't successfully connected one to the other in most cases. There was the bearded magnate with the suit of armor, the gentle man of science whose anger made him into a jade-colored giant, the limber archer with an arrow for every purpose - whose brain had been night turned to mush by Loki's sceptre - and the soldier, the Captain, a shield-bearer ripped from his time and woken in a distant future. It was only due to her own biased view of shield-bearing that Sif felt sure of who this man was. You needed immeasurable strength, stellar reflexes and a sturdy constitution to use a shield effectively. Especially if you did not use a sword with it.

"You are the Captain, are you not? The shield-bearer?"