Everyone except Jormungand, Fenrir, and Erika belong to Marvel, I'm just borrowing them.

Erika wanted to help on the battlefield, but she was still training. Not long after the doombot attack, she decided to ask Jormungand if he would go one-on-one with her (and maybe show her a few tricks with those knives of his).

"JARVIS, where's Jormungand?" she asked the AI.

"Master Jormungand is currently observing Captain Rogers and Miss Romanov in the training room."

Sure enough, when Erika got town to the training room she found Jormungand observing from the platform that overlooked the room's main area used for sparring. His gaze was fixed on the two below, following their every move.

"Observing how us lowly mortals handle ourselves?" asked Erika as she leaned on the rail, standing next to him.

"Not at all," he murmured. "Just admiring the view. Your Captain's strength is on parr with that of my uncle's, and it is quite a sight to see Miss Romanov holding her own against him."

Erika smiled. "Yeah, she might be a cold bitch, but she's tough; flexible, too, if you're wondering."

"I highly doubt the Black Widow is the focus of my brother's attentions."

Erika hadn't heard Fenrir approaching them and she jumped. Taking a deep breath and glaring at him, she asked, "Oh, really?"

Fenrir nodded. "You have not known him long enough to know that our Jormungand does not care much for the fairer sex, being a bit feminine himself," he said, giving a deep, throaty chuckle.

Erika's eyebrows rose. "Is that his way of calling you gay?" she asked Jormungand, who nodded.

"I believe a more appropriate word is bisexual, but I do prefer men," said Jormungand, still watching the match below. "Is that a problem?"

Erika held up her hands. "Hey, I got no room to judge."

"Studying magic does not make me 'feminine', however, nor does preferring the company of men." He glanced at Fenrir. "There is nothing weak or disadvantaged about being 'feminine' and I could still triumph over Fenrir easily."

Fenrir growled. "Is that a challenge?"

Jormungand smirked. "Perhaps."

Erika looked from Jormungand to Fenrir. "Okay, now this, I gotta see."

Steve and Natasha were done, and they both gave the three siblings a wide berth and wary glances as they came down to the room's main level. They ignored Erika's friendly smile and kept their eyes locked on Jormungand and Fenrir, who now stood in the middle of the arena and faced each other.

"No knives," said Fenrir, motioning for Jormungand to get rid of his throwing knives—a gift from their father.

"No sword," said Jormungand, an eyebrow raised. "Shall we stick with hand-to-hand?"

"As long as you keep your tricks to yourself."

Had Fenrir not been imprisoned, he would have made a fine Warrior of Asgard. As a pup, he had enjoyed trailing after Thor and the Warriors Three, eager to learn their ways; He tolerated magic but was a novice at best. Jormungand and Hela had taken more after their father and sought to learn about magic, though they were still trained to fight.

"What's going on?" Steve asked Erika, still watching the brothers. He still didn't trust her completely, but things were slowly going back to how they were before they knew Erika was Loki's daughter.

"Fenrir called Jormungand a girl and Jormungand said he could kick Fenrir's ass," was all Erika said, settling in on a bench to watch the show. While she and Steve had exchanged words, Jormungand and Fenrir had both stripped from the waist up and had discarded their footwear. Fenrir definitely had more muscle than Jormungand, but the taller brother still had an impressive build. They were her brothers, though, so thinking about them in a non-brother way was decidedly 'ick.' The match began and Erika noticed right away that while both of them were quick, Jormungand was just a hair quicker.

Not even a minute into it and Erika could already tell Jormungand was showing off, not holding back whether it was offense or defense. They circled each other and traded blows, and every blow Jormungand landed made him hold his head a little higher. He dodged a punch from Fenrir and caught him in the jaw with a high roundabout kick, knocking him flat. Jormungand smirked and put his foot on his brother's throat. "Now then, what was that about me being 'feminine?'"

Fenrir growled and pushed Jormungand's foot away, rolling to his feet and collecting his clothes before storming towards the elevator.

Jormungand simply smirked, taking his time putting his tunic and boots back on.

"You were totally showing off," Erika said quietly as she met him on his way back in. "I think Natasha thought you were trying to impress her."

"She would be mistaken," he said just as quietly, and he nodded to Steve and Natasha, who were still glaring at them suspiciously. "As are you—I did not set out to impress anyone."

"Oh what-ever, you were so showing off," she countered. "Admit it—you've got the hots for Captain America, and you were totally strutting your stuff for him."

"I am not dignifying that with an answer," Jormungand sniffed.

"You should ask him out," she said, following him up into the kitchen. "The worst he can say is no."

Jormungand sighed. "You're not letting this go, are you?"

"Nope; this discussion is happening, and it's about you asking Captain Spangles out on a date."

Jormungand leaned against the counter and unscrewed the top off a bottle of water. "'Captain Spangles' was raised in the nineteen-fourties, which, I believe, was a rather homophobic time period. Your early Midgardian history reminds me of Asgard in all its bigoted glory, and I highly doubt he would be well-received to my advances."

Erika snorted. "C'mon, he may be old-fashioned, but he's not a total jerk—I've never though of him as a bigot."

"Oh? Even with his newfound distrust of you, based solely on your parentage?" Jormungand countered, taking another sip of water. "If he were as noble as you claimed, then it should not matter to him whose child you are."

Erika shrugged. "To be fair, Mom did destroy half of Manhatten; I can understand the wariness. Anyway, we're getting off topic. This isn't about me—it's about you and Cap getting cozy at the Cozy Cone," she said with a wink.

Jormungand blinked. "Should it worry me that I understood that reference?" he asked dryly.

Erika waved a hand. "Again, not what's important here. You need to bone up and ask him out the next chance you get."

"Has it occurred to you that I simply find him aesthetically pleasing, and that I have no desire to court him?"

"So you think he's hot, but you're not gonna do anything?"

Jormungand said nothing.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Erika folded her hands together and began pacing back and forth. "So now, the only question is, how to breach the subject of a date to Captain Muscles; I propose a head-on approach—the worst he can say is no, after all." She stopped pacing as Dr. Banner came into the kitchen and paused when he saw Jormungand and Erika. "Allow me to demonstrate," Erika said to Jormungand. She then turned to Dr. Banner and asked, "Would you go on a date with me?"

He blinked. "Ah, no offense, but no."

Erika turned back to Jormungand. "See? Easy Peasy Japanesey."

Dr. Banner cleared his throat. "Do I even want to know?" he asked cautiously?

"Probably not." Erika and Jormungand said at the same time.

A/N: Two chapters in one night! Whoo!

I swear, I didn't plan this. It started out as Jormungand checking out Natasha but then it kind of branched off and mutated into him checking out Steve.