OOO

Sigrün "suited up" like Natasha asked her to. "For safety purposes," The agent had said as she handed over some uniform items. "They'll offer more protection than that robe you like so much."

"Oh har har, you're so funny." Siggy retorted as took the bundle to change in the bathroom. "For your information that robe was the one thing I allowed myself to buy on a layover in Okinawa."

"So," she heard Natasha hum through the door. "Not only is it an ugly robe, but it's from a tourist trap in an airport?"

"Stuff it, Romanov."

Once she was alone and wearing the items, she walked out and felt like she was wearing a full body, leather leotard or something. When she moved, she swore she creaked.

This won't work…I'll look scared to this Collector dude, she thought and frowned. She'd have to adjust the look…

Determined, Siggy dug into her suitcase and found her worn field boots, which she zipped up over the Kevlar fabric wrapping her legs. Though while she took some steps and knew this was a very good start, Siggy still felt she had a huge cat-suit vibe.

Decidedly, she unzipped the long sleeved jacket of the uniform and removed it so she had the tank top beneath and nothing protecting her arms. Knowing that wouldn't do for spy-woman extraordinaire, she at least decided to pull on her aged-leather vest. With a smirk, she spun to the mirror and took the results in.

She looked…decidedly like Lara freaking Croft without the braid.

With a defeated sigh, she grabbed her trusty machete to strap it onto her hip. It'd never once tasted blood, but it had destroyed a couple of leaves in the Amazon that had the balls to get in her way. May as well bring it…she could add in howling at her enemies in some of the Yanomamo language she'd picked up. Total badass...right here.

Siggy shoved a notebook in the small cargo pocket on her calf, along with a pen. Finally, she kissed her pendant before looking down at Ulfur, who was watching her with curiosity.

"All right pooch lets go." A quietchuff was her answer as she opened the door and sailed out.

OOO

The group was out on the helipad by the time she'd made it up. Natasha had joined Siggy halfway there, and she'd given the anthropologist a sidelong smirk, though she focused in on the aged vest. "Good of you to join us, Indy."

"Seriously? Skin tight get-ups are your forte, not mine." Siggy defended. "I've been in-field enough to know these ugly ass boots are gonna help me much more than your stilettos…though I'm sure you have a blade in those heels…"

When she received a shrug in answer, Siggy gasped. "You do, don't you?"

"You should wear those pants more often though." Natasha said, ignoring the question. "They make your ass look amazing. Which is always useful around a bunch of drooling men."

Unable to help herself, Siggy gave a quick glance at the agents backside, raised her brows, and then tried to glimpse her own in the reflection of the windows. Hmm…not bad I guess.

She frowned at knowing grin she'd received. "Fine, point taken. But one thing I'm worried about is swamp-ass or worse…chaffing," She hissed and motioned with flattened hands to her crotch.

"Oh no worries." Natasha said. "They've fixed that issue a while back."

"Oh well…that's reassuring."

OOO

From Loki's vantage point on the balcony above the helipad, he watched the others preparing. It was nearly time for the repairing Bifrost to take the small group to the Collector. He was tempted to join them by invisibly. That would be if the Bifrost could handle another, he imagined…and not because Heimdall would've seen him. At the thought, he rolled his eyes.

The opening doors from below heralded the arrival of the Widow and the clumsy Valkyrie. He gazed appreciatively upon the tight trousers the fire female wore, and they gave him a good idea of the fit body beneath.

He had wondered though, if the compact spit fire in little shorts that first morning had been a dream. Maybe she'd just been an illusion; one his brain concocted due to the ages since he'd indulged in the fairer sex. A dry spell, as the mortals called it.

Loki had really wondered…she seemed to only come in form of bulky robes and billowy, drab shirts. Then, she drank an exceeding amount of that sweet co-fee and in the evenings indulged in much whiskey while she typed within the confines of said robe.

But nay, there she was. The vest looked well used but still serviceable and her boots looked the same, though she seemed to flow within the attire. As if they brought her back to another time, thus giving her a swagger she'd not borne before.

As per the norm, she'd done nothing with that mane of hair. It was down and unruly as ever, reaching the small of her back. The sheer volume was dubious. If he didn't know better (or value his eyebrows), he'd have offered her a brush a while back.

"Lady Siggy! Welcome!" Thor boomed from below. He, of course, was excited. Not only would the thunder god be going on a mission, soon after they returned his little doctor would be arriving. Loki made a point to use those headphone things around the place for a few days.

He watched on as Thor stepped up and slapped Siggy's shoulder with a hearty laugh. The trickster god snickered as she practically crunched beneath the hand, with one knee giving in.

"Ah!" she squeaked and tried not to look too bothered. "Well, you seem pretty excited." Siggy gritted out with a wince and looked to Natasha for pity. The crimson beauty smirked evilly.

"Hey now, there's a good reason for me to be a bubble-person. No one enters it, or they lose a hand."

Siggy groaned and rolled her shoulder. "Noted." She said and followed the excitable god over to Banner who was finishing setting himself up with tech and cameras. No one else wanted to go, but Stark was making damn sure those remaining could have a Birdseye view of the Collector.

"You can control the on-off by the watch, but don't turn that shit off." Tony said, eyes wide as he shook his head. "We need to analyze all of it…in the words of Widow over there anyway. Me? I just want to be sure I don't have any popcorn left over."

Banner chuckled at that and said, "Noted. Won't turn it off. Hey there, Siggy."

"Hi Bruce." She said with a little sympathy as she watched Stark set the guy up. For some reason he was getting a batman-esque utility belt. "Guinea pig?" she said to the doctor.

"Yeah, it seems so."

Thor held a hand up silently, and moved to the middle of the helipad. "The time is near. Hurry up, Stark."

Tony sighed, as if put upon. "You don't rush genius."

"Says the genius fumbling with tech. Geebus, Stark." Siggy pushed him over and helped latch Banner into the tiny little do-dads. "Only a narcissist like you would make these the smallest possible loops ever…"

"Meroow!" Stark hissed, and they smirked at one another when she muttered "Asshole".

"Alright." Tony finally said. "We're all set, tech-wise. Make sure you all uh, you know…be safe and junk."

"Don't hit the hard stuff until we make it back." Siggy said as she pointed at him. "Then pull out some of the Johnny Walker Blue Label or something when we do."

"Sweetheart, when you all make it back after meeting this guy, I'm getting the best scotch." She caught his eye and winked, though inside she was about to freak out with anxiety.

Tony gave her a thumbs-up, before he turned and moved to stand near Natasha and Clint. The archer had his bow with him, though it wasn't extended so, hey, that gave Siggy a semblance of comfort.

She was about to turn back to the men at her left and right, but she spotted the slightest of movement above. It was then she spotted the undeniable form of Loki. He was sitting with a knee up and the other leg dangling lazily while he watched them.

Siggy couldn't see his face, but she wasn't sure if she was happy he was there. She was only so happy to be leaving with Thor and Banner, to be honest. She couldn't deal with the feeling of cold she'd so enjoyed.

More like 'basked in' you snow bunny…

Siggy gritted her teeth at her own brutal honesty and turned her head to the front, just as she felt the atmosphere around her shift. Freaked out, because she felt like her skin would leave her very bones, she reached out grabbed her partner's arms.

"Shit!" she barked with fear as the ends of her hair flickered blue, with the threat to ignite. "What the hell?"

Thor laughed aloud at her obvious discomfort. "It'll be fine, Siggy! We're traveling the Bifrost very soon. My advice to both of you would be to look up and see."

The intense light came next, and both she and Banner clung to one another's hand, while she refused to let up on her iron grip of the thunder god's arm. His booming laughter was the last thing she heard before they were shot up into the Bifrost.