"Wait, so you are telling me that Dorian Grey and Oscar Wilde are not actually Midgardian?" Your mouth was almost on the floor with shock and awe at that fact.

"Those two men whose images you have shown me, are none other than two brothers from Vanaheim, and they are most certainly not named as you have named them.

"Oh my…wow, that is incredible, how many others are there I wonder?" You just sat back and thought of that. How many great people of the world aren't actually of the world?

"Reading the work he wrote here, I have to say, it is not his best work. Konev usually is far more eloquent."

"Wait, he is still alive?" Your eyes widened.

"Of course, they are only about three thousand years old." Loki explained in a matter of fact tone.

"Wait, that…three thousand…"

"Yes, Midgardian's have the shortest lifespan of any realms chief inhabitants."

"So how old are you?"

"One thousand; one hundred years old, give or take a few years." He shrugged. You said nothing, instead you sat open mouthed, unable to say anything. "It is not that hard to believe, is it?"

"To someone like me, yes. That defies everything I have ever studied, how does your body process that. I am just…I am sorry, I'm being rude."

Loki smiled at your fascination. "You do not need to apologise for such a thing as curiosity."

"Well thank you for sharing this with me."

"Well no one else here seems to be interested."

"No one else ever asked you, Thor even?"

"Well none asked me, and from what I gather, he had none too many questions either."

"What is wrong with them?" You could not fathom how people were not more curious.

"Well…" Loki was about to begin into start into a rant about Midgardians when the elevator doors burst open and the Avengers walked in.

"It is not the way to do things Tash." Rogers growled. "That is not what we stand for."

"The guy named after the country responsible for Guantanamo bay wants to get preachy about interrogation tactics." The redhead growled in return.

"That was not an interrogation; that was brutality for the sake of it." Rogers argued.

"Look Johnson had no issue attacking innocent people, I merely returned the favour."

The group were about to continue arguing, until they noticed you and Loki sitting close to one another on the same sofa, him looking relaxed and you with your legs crossed facing him. "Well this seems like an odd situation." Tony looked between you both.

"What has happened?" You faced them, not that you could see anything.

"Well we found them, not one of them realised that anyone would actually figure out what they did, so they have been dealt with." Tony informed you.

"Meaning?"

"Two may have been killed as we tried to take them in, but one was a self inflicted GSW, so we cannot be blamed for that." Barton explained, walking over to get a coffee. "Wait." He pointed to the pizza boxes on the countertop. "Who ordered pizza without me?"

"We were hungry, and Loki never heard of pizza." You shrugged. "What's a GSW?" You had heard that before, after the situation in the lab.

"Gun Shot Wound." The archer explained, opening the boxes, delighted to see you had left a couple of slices, taking one and beginning to eat it. "And well, Cap is pissed cause Nat found Johnson."

"And?" You asked nervously.

"Well I gave him some of his own medicine." She stated unapologetically.

"If you meant to just use karma, it should not have been done the way you did it." Rogers interjected.

"Karma indicates what you give out, you get what you deserve back, he deserved to suffer for what he did." Romanov shrugged.

"What did you do?"

"I may or may not…"

"Which means she totally did." Barton accidentally spat food out of his mouth as he spoke, quickly taking it off the counter where it had fallen, half chewed, and placing it in his mouth again, much to the disgust of most everyone else.

"As I was saying, I may have blinded Johnson." Romanov looked at you to gauge your reaction as she informed you of what she had done.

"With what? Rogers is implying it hurt."

"Like a bitch." Tony chuckled. "She used a couple of drops of hydrochloric acid in each eye."

"He deserved it." Romanov reiterated. "I will not be made feel guilty. He came in, tore up a lab, and killed the scientists working on a formula that may actually have controlled Banner, he deserved worse."

"You also tore both his Achilles tendons." Rogers growled. Romanov tilted her chin up proudly at that additional information.

"Thank you." You smiled. It did not take a moment for everyone gathered to stare at you. "What, you hardly think I was going to be heartbroken?"

"You wish to inflict such a fate on someone else?" Rogers growled.

"What; is the use of chemicals to alter someone's lifestyle only okay when it's done to you?" You snapped. "You have no idea what it is like to be rendered absolutely useless because of other peoples spiteful actions, therefore you do not have the right to tell me my sense of satisfaction when I learn the person responsible for such actions is forced to suffer also." You rose to your feet, Beauty immediately following suit. "You get all high and might on your self righteous red, white and blue stallion, but behind it all, since you bring your knuckle dragging early twentieth century 'there is only back and white, good and evil, and no shady area in between views here, and think you can judge everyone else here because of it." You took hold of the harness and gave Beauty the command to go forward, the dog complying immediately. Walking passed them all, you infuriatingly made your way to the elevator, only for Thor to exit it before you could press the button.

Sensing the incredibly tense atmosphere, the God looked around silently, hoping to see what the issue was as you left in the lift. "What has happened?" He asked finally, too confused to remain silent any longer.

"Kiddo learnt of Romanov's little revenge venture." Tony informed him as he poured himself a drink.

"And she took it badly?" Thor raised a brow.

"No actually, she thanked Tash." Barton explained, and then got pissed at Cap for chastising her for it, and I think she tore him a new ass."

"Honestly, she comes up with the best stuff regarding you." Tony chuckled. "I need to start writing them down."

Satisfied there was nothing of major issue going on with you and Rogers, Thor looked to Loki. "And what of here?"

"Well it was interesting, for about five minutes, but then we were forced to drink copious amounts of coffee and eat something called pizza." Loki informed him.

"Is it not the most delicious food on this realm?" Thor beamed.

"That is not much of feat Thor; most of the food here is almost horrendous." Loki scoffed. "But indeed, it is interesting to eat."

"I knew you would like it. So if she had no issue with Romanov's punishment, what is the concern?"

"It is not American enough for Cap." Barton explained.

"So we need to what? Do it in a land with oil and pretend it is a 'liberation' and accidentally shit him." stark guessed.

"You really cannot talk, of all people." Rogers snapped.

"I have altered, grown; you are just as big a douche as you were seventy plus years ago." Stark argued. "Even the blind can apparently see that."