Natasha centers herself as she takes the lift up to the floor were Thor's room is. She watches as the numbers light up and takes the time to go through the plan again. Well, it isn't really a plan, she just needs to get a good grasp on what she could be getting herself into- decide if it's even worth it.

When she gets to his door she takes a quiet breath and knocks.

"Ah, Natasha!" Thor greats her with a pleasant smile

"Hi, Thor. I wanted to talk to you, if you're not busy." She smiles back as she peers discreetly into his room, which is a strange combination of order and mess.

"Not at all. I was just sending digital correspondence to my Lady Jane and Darcy." He grins, proud of himself.

"That's good. Has your phone survived the experience?" She jokes.

"Yes!" he laughs. "I'm getting the… hang," he stretches the word out at the unusual slang, "of its fragility."

He stands aside. "Would you like to come in? Or we could go for a walk outside, or to the top floor?"

Thor offers her options she might choose from, always the gentlemen.

"We could walk outside," Natasha nods. "Bryant Park's nice and it's not too far."

"Excellent! You can lead me, I'm afraid I still don't know my way around New York all that well." He steps back and invites her in anyway. "Give me a minute my friend, I must change into something..."

"Inconspicuous?" She suggests.

"Quite right M'lady." He chuckles.

She almost rolls her eyes at the 'lady', but she doesn't mind him calling her that a whole lot. It's almost nice when Thor says it.

The day is gray, but bright. As they make their way to the park Natasha notices Thor closing his eyes and taking in a breath of the almost cold air with a pleased smile.

"Is this you?" She wonders aloud, nodding at the sky when Thor looks at her.

The blond turns his face up and smiles.

"I might be. It's quite a pleasant day and sometimes I notice not if it is the way it is because I'm pleasing my own self."

The wind ruffles their hair and Natasha has to admit it is rather nice like this, cloudy but not raining. Her face gets serious, being with Thor makes her tranquil. It is so nice that, for a moment, the actual reason for their walk had escaped her.

Is this him too? Can he affect others with his mood? How powerful is he if changing the weather is just an extension of his emotions?

When they reach the park Natasha turns to him as they continue walking.

"I wanted to talk to you." She says again and continues when he nods encouragingly. "I'm just, awfully curious about what we talked about last night." She says as a girlish grin spreads across her lips.

"I didn't quite want to ask questions with the possibility of two geniuses laughing at them," She angles her body a certain way and starts to turn up the friendly a notch, but stops very suddenly.

What is she doing? Thor isn't a mission, he… he is a friend, and here she is, trying to goad him into giving her what she wants with manipulation she knows how to work down to a T.

When she looks back up at him there's a slight frown between his brows and she realizes then that he knows what she'd been doing just now.

"I'm sorry I… you noticed." She says a bit surprised.

"One does not grow up with a lying manipulator without picking up a few things about the art of deception," Thor answers amiably.

The redhead looks away, why had she done that? This was Thor; he would answer her questions even if they barely knew each other. He is just that friendly with people.

"I did not mean to offend you," he apologizes, misreading her reaction.

"You didn't," Natasha amends. "I think I should be the one saying sorry." She tries to look apologetic.

"I also… like to think we have become friends…" he adds. "And that perhaps that might have allowed me a bit of insight into your personality, Natasha." He smiles kindly.

Personality. Sometimes she feels like she doesn't have one at all.

"Tell me, truly, what did you wish to talk about? I will not judge." He crosses his heart and she laughs a moment.

"Did you friend Darcy teach you that?"

The blond looks down with a slight blush, it gives her all the answers that she needs.

She composes herself as they pass bedside a bench and decides to sit, Thor follows her lead.

"I wasn't lying, though." She looks at him, she knows eye contact is important when wanting to get a message through. "I do want to know more about what you can do."

"Natasha. There was no need for trickery of any kind. I'd gladly satisfy you curiosity if that's what you want," he says boisterous and warm.

She feels a slight and sudden spike of guilt in her chest. As she had thought, he would give her any information willingly. And then… she doesn't know why, but her resolve vanishes. She'd come out here to get intel before telling him anything, any of her secrets that he has no right too, but he's an open book to her and… Clint would say that it feels right, like when he'd decided not to shoot her or like when she'd decided to trust him.

So Natasha decides to trust Thor now, like he so readily seems to trust her.

"Before you tell me anything… I'd like to, share something with you first."

She crosses her arms and somewhere, the part of here that's always calibrating how she presents herself to others and how others present themselves, she knows this is what emotional shielding looks like. She ignores that part of her brain though.

Thor is resting against the bench, completely comfortable, but his whole attention is on her, she can tell.

"I was trained to become an assassin from a young age." Natasha decides to go for the short version, she's not sure she could offer more than a cold retelling of the story anyway. "A lot of things happened to me in there-"

She lowers her eyes for a moment. She's going to get through with this but she can already feel regret building up in her chest.

"Getting used to blood and death is a very hard thing, especially for a child," Thor says suddenly, his voice warm and rich.

"I never said I was… a child." Natasha looks up and frowns at what she sees.

"You did not have to," he smiles joyless. "Death is no stranger of mine, it has never been."

He understands, she realizes, at least some and… it gives her the heart to finish.

"I did…" Natasha sighs, "a lot of terrible things. Clint got me out of it, though. That's why I'm here, why I'm trying to be… an Avenger."

She rolls her eyes.

"I'm doing my best to change," she forces a smile out.

"That's a very noble thing to do, my friend."

They are quiet for a moment as they enjoy the breeze, the clouds have dispersed, which she thinks might be because of the sudden turn of topic.

"When my training was done the… there was graduation ceremony of sorts, to become a truly perfect assassin." Natasha feels herself dragging the topic and it annoys her.

"They'd sterilize you." She finally says it. "When you complete your training, they sterilize you. It's easier to do the job that way… less… possibility of attachment."

She looks him dead in the eye and appreciates when he waits for her to continue.

"What would it take… for you to…"

She doesn't want to say 'fix me' she's not broken, she's not an object that needs to be glued together, but she can't help what she thinks, how she feels. Because she does feel broken and the fact that she's sterile is just one tiny fraction of why she feels like that.

"I don't even know if you were joking or not last night. Because if you were, well shit," she shrugs with a crooked smile. "Then this is really embarrassing."

"Natasha," Thor shifts forward and angles his body to hers. "I was not jesting."

"And… can you do it? Would it be possible?" There's a hopeful breath stuck in her throat, but she's the epitome of perfection on the outside.

"I can but…"

But. Of course there would be a but.

"What you are asking me is different, more along the lines of-" He looks into the air, looking for the words he's missing.

"Giving a man the possibility to conceive?" She interrupts him with a joke.

"Indeed." He laughs lightly and takes one of her hands in his own. "If that is what you wish, it can be arranged."

These days Natasha's life does feel stranger than fiction.

"It is. I do wish that." She says and Thor smiles.