Maria took a deep breath to calm herself. You'll be fine. She repeated over and over.
"Right, park here please." she said as calmly as she could. "Steve, Clint, Nat, Tony, could you accompany me?"
"Well what's the worst that could happen?"
Not answering that question. She thought to herself. Taking deep controlled breaths, she walked to a small Cafe, figiting slightly, getting more nervous by the minute. Walking up to a woman with a biker jacket (complete with spikes) and short scruffy brown hair with black tips, who was holding a bottle of whiskey and scribbling down notes with her gloved hands. "Hey Lisanna. Mind if I talk to you outside?" Maria said as calmly as she could.
Looking up from her notes she smiled "Sure, why not." she replied, grabbing her whiskey and shoving her pen and notebook into her bag.
"Guys this is Lisanna." Maria began. "Lisanna?" Steve asked "She reminds me of an old friend..."
"Wait, am I hallucinating or is that Steve Rogers?" Lisanna asked Maria confusedly.
"You're not hallucinating. Steve this is Lisanna Harris, born 1918."
"Wait Steve, you're alive? I should have known you wouldn't have kicked the bucket that easily."
"Lisanna how have you not aged a day?" Steve asked, recognizing her.
"I bonded my life force with you two, and I've been this young looking since then. I thought you were dead..." she replied shakily, tears dripping down from her eyes, the bottle of whisky she was holding in her trembling hand nearly slipping.
——(Several hours of the pensioners reminiscing about old times and catching up later.)--
Loki sighed, somewhat disappointed that the midgardian Maria hadn't shown up. Starting at the ceiling he didn't notice the footsteps coming down the hall, and coming to a stop in front of his door.
"Hey Loki." Maria said strolling into the room "Sorry I didn't show up earlier. Croissant?" she offered. Sitting up on his bed he shrugged, which she took as a yes, passing it to him through the food slot.
"So what have you been up to?"
"Oh not much, just infiltrating an enemy base and picking up my alcohol dependant fifth cousin from the twenties."
"Sounds like fun."
"Yeah no. At least I won't have to monitor her all the time now."
"All the time?"
"You try dealing with a hungover immortal warrior who should have died of alcohol abuse by this point. It's not fun in the slightest."
*A/N* Sorry about the lack of Loki, any spelling mistakes and the less than frequent uploads. I've been busy, but on the bright side at least I have a day or two off from school due to bad weather.