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"This is Agent Klemmer from JFK airport. Does anyone copy?"

"Uh, this is Samuel Christopher, pilot of flight C48 from Italy. I copy."

"Is it safe for you to speak, sir?"

"Yes, uh, it is safe. All threats are taken care of."

"Captain, can you describe these threats to me? Are you or the other passengers injured?"

"No, uh, you see, the woman who was holding everyone hostage is gone now."

"What do you mean gone?"

"That's the crazy thing, uh, agent. She ripped the door right off when we got near land. She's no longer on the plane."

"That is not possible. The pressure from—"

"I know it's not possible but I saw it with my own eyes. It came right off the hinges."

There was a long pause. "And did she have a parachute on or perhaps she didn't jump?

"No parachute and I'm, uh, very sure she jumped. She had these eyes… god, she was half-crazed when she did it."

Agent Klemmer turned off the recording. She tapped a printed out transcript of the conversation with a pen. "He goes on saying that a young woman was stabbed with a ballpoint pen, but there were no other injuries. He claimed that as soon as he said, and I quote, 'my name is Christopher and my first officer is Gonzales', she became calm and rational"

Clint blew a gust of air, pushing back the papers. "Then she jumped twenty thousand feet without a parachute. Very rational."

Agent Klemmer scowled, cheeks reddening with quick frustration. "If you're not going to take this seriously, Agent Barton—"

"I do believe he is a higher rank than you," Natasha said idly. "And this is serious for Barton. Continue, agent."

The agent curled her fingers then relaxed as much as she could. Her eyes landed on everyone sitting at the table, except for Barton and Romanoff. "In the back of the transcript, Mr. Christopher has detailed what he could remember from the conversation. I believe it to be of no use for our investigation."

A younger woman, who had taken detailed notes throughout the presentation, raised her hand. Agent Klemmer pointed to her like they were in a classroom instead of a debriefing.

"Why do you believe it has no use? Did she give any motives?"

Agent Klemmer's lips curled in disgust. "No. The conversation is useless. Though if you're interested, agent, I'm sure you'd find their conversation on the meaning of life and religion to be profound." There was an acidic under layer to her words that silenced any other people from speaking. "I have examined everything and we have learned nothing from this except for that a woman is dead."

Natasha closed the folder labeled Indali (No-Name). This whole thing was finally over though it did not end as she originally thought it would. And for that, she was thankful. Indali was dead and no one on the plane was killed. This whole situation couldn't have ended better.

She folded her hand over her folder. "Who wants to be on body retrieval duty?"

All the younger agents averted their eyes like lambs waiting for the slaughter. It wasn't the most glamorous of assignments, but in Natasha's opinion, they were overreacting. So, in retaliation, she chose the man in the back who had looked the most horrified at the idea of the job.

She aimed the gun at the target and pulled the trigger. Her joints stiffened as the gun recoiled, threatening to smack her in the face.

"You're kind of terrible at this," Tony commented. He slipped his hand in the arm section of his Iron Man suit. In front of him in the shooting range was a giant hole through one of the cutouts.

And when she looked at hers, there was a small hole in the shoulder. Hole, as in singular, despite spending almost twenty minutes at the shooting range. Saniya set the gun down rougher than she meant to.

"Do you really have to be here? Can't I teach myself how to shoot in peace?" she complained.

"Not in my tower, cranky-pants. You're not being left alone with weapons until you are deemed worthy." He pointed his arm and fired, completely destroying the cutout. Jarvis launched another out of the floor from the apparently limitless supply of targets.

Saniya raised the gun and cleared her mind. Maybe thinking too much was the problem. Or, as Clint said, 'making things more complicated than they needed to be'. And since he was the master marksman, she might as well listen to the advice he gave her.

Time slowed down as the last thought dripped away. Her body moved in slow motion but her brain was a marathon runner, taking in every detail. Her finger slowly pressed the trigger.

She watched the bullet crawl from the gun, but the recoil jerked the world back into focus. When she looked at the target, there was a clean hole through the head of the cutout to match the one in the shoulder. An uncontrollable grin took over her face. If only Clint was here to see it.

"Perfetto," she said. Tony raised an eyebrow. "It means perfect in Italian. I'm sure someone as uncultured as you wouldn't know."

He rolled his eyes. "Sure, I'm the uncultured one." She fought back a smile.

His mechanical arm whirred in the telltale sign that something was about to be destroyed. She didn't even flinch as the cutout shattered into pieces. Her eyes grew wide with wonder. Saniya grabbed his arm and twisted it so she could look at his metal palm.

"Please don't shoot me in the face while I look at this."

Tony was eerily still, hopefully trying his best not to blow her head off. "Maybe this can be a good learning experience to not look down the barrel of a gun." He pushed her away. "Seriously, you're making me nervous by how willingly you moved your face into the shooting zone."

"You wouldn't have shot me," she scoffed. Saniya glanced back at the part of his Iron Man suit. It was so fascinating that this technology even existed. She ran a finger down the metal plates, hardly aware that it was attached to a person. "How good are you with this thing anyways?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Are you sassing me?"

"It's a valid question."

Tony pressed into the arm and the metal popped off. "I helped ward off an angry swarm of aliens and kept them from taking over the earth. If I wasn't good, do you think I'd still be here?" The arm folded into a neat square, which he placed in his pocket.

She placed her hands on her hips. "I've never seen you in action, so I have no clue if you are," Saniya defended.

There were several moments of silence. Just as she saw Tony's mouth open, probably to say that he was going to lock up the weapons and leave, she interrupted, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over her.

"Can I see the arm again?" Her eyes dropped to his pocket. Saniya rocked on her heels. "I mean, it's not a big deal; I don't even want to see it that much anyways, but..."

There wasn't anything particularly embarrassing about her request but she felt like she had to explain herself for being interested in the suit. If she didn't explain herself, he would think she was weird, just like her neighbor whenever she helped his brother with his car. As the snarky thirteen-year-old boy had put it, "girls aren't 'sposed to be interested in guy stuff". She knew better than that, but it was hard to forget all the times her family and friends said that to her.

So, one could imagine her relief when Tony's words were void of ridicule. The way it unfolded from a small cube to something that protected his entire arm was fascinating. Saniya watched it with wide eyes.

His face scrunched into something close to contemplative. "You went to college, right? No degree, but you went for a couple of years?" She nodded. "What'd you major in?"

"Everything, I guess. It was hard finding things my parents approved of and that I liked." With a degree of difficulty, she lifted her eyes from the blaster. "Why?"

Tony gestured to her face with splayed fingers. "You've got Inventor's Eyes. I can see it." One fluid motion of him curling the metallic fingers drew her gaze down. "Did you ever try out engineering? Any of that STEM stuff?"

Her shoulders lifted into a half-hearted shrug. "I thought that sort of stuff was cool, but it never clicked y'know?" He waved his hand in a lazy way of telling her to keep going. Finally, she allowed him to put away the metal arm. "I sat in on lectures but no matter how long I listened, I didn't understand a thing."

His fingers snapped. "Hands on learner, then. I can dig that. Sani, I never pass up the chance to show off how much I know."

Saniya didn't know much, but if there was one thing she did, it was cars. Taking cars apart —even for not so legal reasons— was an excellent way to become familiar with motor vehicles. After Tony found out that she knew more than the average joe about cars, he was sparked with inspiration that resulted in something not related to them at all.

And that was how she ended up on the rooftop shooting at plates being launched from a contraption Tony made. She was more than certain they were Pepper's, but they were hideous plates with faded flowers so she considered this a favor.

Tony leaned back with a glass of whiskey, watching under dark shades. "Ah, physics," he sang as the plate sailed through the air.

A piece of the plate broke off as her bullet whizzed by. Amazingly, it landed with nothing more than a small fracture through the middle. These plates were very hard to kill.

"Aim better!" Tony yelled from his spot in the shade.

Saniya gritted her teeth, aimed her gun, and shattered the next plate into tiny shards of porcelain.

"Sir, Ms. Potts has been inquiring about your whereabouts," Jarvis informed.

He downed his drink in one last gulp. "Tell her I'm in the lab with Bruce."

"Dr. Banner is with Ms. Potts as he has been searching for Ms. Ramakrishna." Her cheeks heated up. Bruce had been looking for her? "They noticed you two were missing, as well as her plates, and managed to put the two together."

She flipped the safety on the gun, checked it twice, then handed it to the billionaire. Saniya glared at the wall, eyes roving over the entire side, as she was not sure where Jarvis's voice was coming from. "How could they have put the two together unless someone told them?" Her eyebrow raised.

If Jarvis was a real person, he would most likely look unimpressed at her insinuation. "Miss Potts is quite the detective when she needs to be. Though you would like to believe it, you are not the perfect criminals."

Tony scoffed while trying to sweep the broken porcelain to the corner with his shoe. "Perfect criminals? Maybe not. But perfect?" His smirk would have been attractive if she hadn't seen him lick mustard off the crotch of his sweatpants several days ago. "Pepper will take one look at this face, remember how handsome and rich her boyfriend is, then forget about everything."

"She has mentioned more than once that you will be sleeping on the couch for the rest of your life, sir."

He winced then snapped his fingers in her direction. "She's determined to be angry, then. Our only hope is for you to woo Bruce. Maybe Pepper will keep my suffering to a minimum if she sees how impressed he is," he said.

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Just imagining Bruce saying 'wow, Saniya, you're really smart for helping Tony build this' or something to that degree raised her heart rate a fraction. Nothing would be more satisfying than impressing the smartest man she knew.

While Tony was hiding the evidence as best as he could, she tugged the neck of her shirt as far down as it could go.

"Where are they now?" she asked.

"Ms. Elliot accidentally told them of your location and are in the elevator as we speak."

Tony's eyes widened. "Distract them while I hide the body."

Like a loyal soldier, she saluted and dashed to the elevator doors inside the building.

It was something out of a horror movie. She saw her life flash before her eyes. Pepper Potts was on a war rampage, with a glare that could burn through steel. Maybe it was her imagination, but lightening crackled as her eyes settled on her.

"Where are my plates?" Pepper asked. When Saniya didn't answer, she tightened her grip on a clipboard. "They were a gift from my parents and I want to salvage whatever is left."

"We, uh, don't—"

"I know you have them," she replied with a clipped voice. "I also know that there is a gun missing from the shooting range and he built something in his lab. Where. Are. My. Plates?"

Saniya's eyes shifted towards Bruce standing behind at a long distance. His eyes met hers and everything was okay. There was no furious Pepper or any problems at all. But the spell was broken when Pepper's nails tapped against the clipboard.

Pepper closed her eyes, most likely to gather her bearings, but only looked angrier than before. "Where is my boyfriend? Can you answer that?"

She pointed towards the door out to the roof. "Sorry, Ms. Potts, CEO of Stark Industries and a wonderful woman who is a great role model for children. It was Tony's idea."

"It always is," Pepper lamented. Her lips formed a straight line. "Wonderful job sucking up. I might not attack you for this after all. Might."

With a click of her heels, Bruce and Saniya were left alone in the dimly lit hallway.

He shook his head. "I don't want to know what you two were doing."

"Why do you keep acting like this? I don't understand and I don't know if I have the patience anymore!"

Bruce and Saniya flinched at Peppers yelling. There was an unspoken agreement that they should give the couple as much space as they could, which meant moving floors. He pressed the button for the labs.

"You were looking for me?" she asked. She rocked on her heels.

"I wanted to talk to you, yes. About the letters." The space between his eyebrows creased. "I'm curious to hear what happened in Italy."

It was a loose suggestion that gave her plenty of room to say no. He wasn't asking her, just stating his interest in hearing about the situation. The scientist didn't know it, but he didn't have to slip in a sly hint to get her to tell him. She was planning to anyways.

Saniya smothered a loopy grin. "I've been dying to talk to you about it."

His mouth lifted slightly. Then, it fell to a thoughtful frown. "Tony mentioned that you saw... ah... the Other Guy," he said as the doors open. Bruce and her quickly walked past any curious people to the lab. "If I had known you had returned from Italy, I would have warned you. I'm sorry."

She blinked. "Don't apologize. I thought it was fascinating."

"Fascinating?" He paused as if he expected her to scream 'just kidding'.

Saniya patted his cheek before sauntering to the nearest stool. "You're—He's strong. I've never seen... honestly, it's awesome."

Bruce's hand touched the side of his face before quickly dropping. He stuffed his hands in his pant pockets. "Trust me, it's more of a nightmare," he said so low she barely caught it. "Those letters I translated, whose were they?"

And that was when she told him everything, not sparing any detail. It was a long talk since she managed to bring up every little thing that happened, even something as minor as the magic grass. She was probably overloading him with information, but he was so easy to talk to. He was trustworthy. Not to mention, he was a great listener who let her ramble and rant, only interrupting when clarification was needed. Those were the best kind of people to talk to in her opinion.

By the end of the whole spiel about Italy, he handed her the letters. "All of the them are love letters. I'm not sure what you want to do with them." Bruce rubbed his hands together. "I think you should give them to SHIELD."

She held the letters close to her chest. "No way will I do that."

He sighed. "Saniya—"

"No," she said sternly. Bruce pursed his lips. She brought her foot close enough to almost touch his, then scooted it back. "I don't... I don't think it's a good idea to tell SHIELD."

"It's out of your hands. This information could be valuable in finding her," he said. As much as she hated it, his words were making sense. Bruce was the voice of reason against her stubborn resolve. He placed his hand on her knee as he stood before her. "I know you don't trust them, but Indali is dangerous. She isn't like Marsha."

Saniya frowned. "I know that," she replied with accusatory undertones. His mouth matched her scowl at that. Without thinking much of it, she grabbed his hand and threaded her fingers through his. She didn't notice Bruce freeze or the distinct look of panic taking over his face. "Indali is super terrifying and possibly a psychopath. But, I mean, SHIELD already knows that. What's the use in telling them what I know?"

Her eyes fell to their interlocked hands when she felt his thumb brush against the back of her hand. Saniya's face heated up when she met his gaze, but her grip remained strong.

"You should, at least, think about telling Natasha or Clint about this. They are trying to track her," he said.

She shrugged with zero commitment behind her words. "I'll think about it."

As their hands separated, her fingertips reached out for one last brush against his palm. It was an agonizingly slow separation, neither quite sure if the other wanted to hold hands in the first place.

Bruce took several steps back and stuffed his hands in his pants pocket. Saniya closed that space with two small steps.

She dug her toes into the hard floor. "What do you think will happen to me and Marsha if they find out we're Indali's sisters?" she asked. Concerns that she had for weeks rose up through her thoughts. It always came down to what SHIELD would do if they knew.

He blinked. "Are you worried that SHIELD will do something?"

"Yes," she answered. "Do you think they will?"

"I promise you," he began, "that I won't let them take you against your will, and god knows Thor won't either. They won't hurt you if you tell them."

The anxiety rolled up in her uncoiled enough for her body to relax. She mustered a weak smile. "Thank you. You're a really good person." As soon as she saw the beginning of a scoff, she stepped forward to a distance too close to be innocent. Her hand rested on his arm. "You are," she insisted. Her eyes searched his face and all she saw was disbelief. "Don't you dare think that just because you have the Hulk hiding in that genius head of yours that it makes you a bad person."

Bruce shook his head.

She jabbed her finger into his chest. "Stop it. Stop with the self-deprecation. Name one bad thing you've done. One."

"I destroyed Harlem. If you want, I can go on."

That made her jaw drop in shock. "That was you?" Her eyes widened. "I guess it makes sense. Okay, but you know what? You're still one of the nicest people I've ever met. Even if you did destroy a lot of stuff."

He tilted his head. "I don't think you get the point. I'm dangerous—"

Her hand dropped. "I got the point," she said. "I read you loud and clear, but then I made my own." Saniya rocked on the balls of her feet. "I've never met someone as amazing as you."

Saniya lifted onto her toes and reached her lips to his cheek. Halfway there, she changed course on impulse.

Their mouths were two puzzle pieces, or at least, that was how it felt to her. They matched like their mouths were made to be melted together into one. Saniya was on cloud nine. Though he was still against her body, his lips were soft and perfect. Then, it came to an abrupt halt as she was gently pushed away, her lips still pursed for another kiss.

She wasn't often the one who was pushed away. Rejection was a revolting feeling that seeped into every cell of her body, bringing back the other times this happened to her. It made her want to run into the woods and live the rest of her life as a hermit.

Bruce's eyes were wide. He was like a deer stuck in headlights and she had been the car who brutally ran him over with no remorse, no warning. That was never a good sign to see one someone's face. Especially after kissing said person.

Instead of dealing with the situation like a responsible adult, only one option was clear to her. Saniya jabbed her thumb towards the door. "I need to go and... do stuff." Face turning into a wildfire, she fled the lab.

"Dr. Banner, are you feeling well? Your heart rate escalated at an exponential rate."

She kissed him.

She had kissed him.

His lips were buzzing and a feeling of dread washed over him. The dread wasn't because it was an awful; Saniya was remarkably good at kissing. No, it was because an array of worries rose as a result. Even without the Hulk being factored into a relationship, they weren't a good match. Tony had mentioned the possibility of dating Saniya to him several times, but even the playboy had trouble seeing anything long term resulting from Bruce and Saniya.

But there was no denying that she was the first beautiful woman he had kissed in years, and that brought a giddy feeling out in him. And if he wanted to freak himself out more, he swore he felt the Other Guy reacting to the kiss as well.

"Dr. Banner?"

He glanced to the ceiling. "I'm fine. Thank you, Jarvis."

"Shall I notify—"

"No, no. I'm... fine." He took in a deep breath. The drumming of his heart stayed at a steady rate. It was impossible to take his mind away from the scene of Saniya leaning in to kiss him. "I'm great."

Her cheeks were still on fire two hours later when Natasha strolled from the elevator. She sat up straighter. Nobody had told her that Natasha and Clint had returned from Italy. Not even Jarvis gave her a heads up.

Saniya muted the television. "Did you catch her?"

The assassin looked at her curiously, her eyes drifting to Saniya's red cheeks. "She's dead. Jumped out of a plane without a parachute," she replied.

Indali was dead? Saniya turned the thought around in her head. That didn't feel right, like there was something else missing. It was the same feeling of how she knew that Marsha was still bouncing around in the tower with Steve. But since she had no facts to back it up, she kept her thoughts to herself.

Natasha sat on the couch next to her, eyebrow raised. "Yes?"

"Yes what?"

"You look like you have something to tell me."

Saniya held back a terrible lie when she remembered what Bruce said. Screw Bruce for pushing her away, but she still took his advice to heart. If he thought telling Natasha about Indali was a good idea, then it most likely was.

Maybe it was time to get rid of some of her distrust in SHIELD, especially since she was working for them now. Of course, she would never trust them completely. After everything that happened, she didn't have the capacity to, but she could afford to give them some of her trust. In the long run, it'd give her more peace of mind as well if she wasn't constantly worrying about what SHIELD would do to her.

But, all this was easier said than done, so she had to take things one step at a time. She mentally built herself up to freely take that first baby step.

Saniya held up her finger. "Hold on." When she came back with the letters in hand, Natasha was still in the exact spot on the couch. Saniya plopped next to her. "I found these in that car in the woods. Bruce translated them and I think they belong to the woman you were tracking."

Natasha looked over the letters carefully before tucking them in her sweatshirt pocket. Her sharp eyes examined her, undoubtedly reading her mind. "These will be helpful. We'll have a talk later."

Saniya was beyond thankful that she didn't ask why it took so long for her hand in the letters.

A sly smirk rose to her face. "Thor is back," Natasha said.

She jumped up from her couch, eyes staring at the sky for Thor flying around with his hammer. Once again, nobody had told her. "What?" she exclaimed. "Where is he?"

Natasha rose from her seat. "I'll take you to him."

Saniya, despite not knowing where they were going, was the first in the elevator. Natasha followed soon after and Jarvis took them to the correct place two floors above them. When the doors opened, it was on a floor identical to the one she slept on. It was another of Tony's guest floor.

And standing in the middle of the living room was Thor. Saniya shoved aside a brunette woman as she jumped into her friend's arms.

"Thor!" Her arms tightened around the large man. "I missed you."

He smiled, blinding her with his white teeth. "And I have missed you. I have so much I wish to share with you."

Saniya beamed. She pulled away, but still rested her petite hands on his muscular arms in a small embrace. "It was awful here without you," she told him. "Never leave this tower again."

His smile faltered. The brunette woman coughed purposefully into her fist. Just as Saniya was turning her head to glare at her for interrupting their reunion, Thor held out his arm. "Lady Saniya, this is Jane," he introduced. His bright blue eyes twinkled.

The woman was small, several inches shorter than her, and gorgeous. Marsha would have trouble speaking to her, that much she was sure of.

"Jane Foster? Your lady pal?"

Thor nodded.

Saniya fought the urge to upturn her nose. Jane did not look like the type of woman she imagined Thor dating, or 'courting' as he would say. In her head, Jane had been a buff athlete/scientist who could beat people up. Never had she thought Jane would look like someone who went to the gym the weekend after New Year's and never returned. Where was all the muscle she was expecting?

Jane held out her hand, glancing at Thor and her's close proximity. "Who are you?"

She reluctantly shook hands with her. It was like shaking a dead fish. She could practically feel this woman tearing one of her only friends away from her.

"Saniya. Thor's best friend."

Jane's eyebrows rose at that.

Saniya released her hand. "What are you doing here?"

As soon as she saw the faintest movement of Thor's hand coming to her shoulder, she locked her knees. "She is interested about astral projection and wishes to observe." She had a feeling that he also wanted to show Jane off. Despite not meeting her expectations, she was pretty and (considering her career) smart.

Saniya held back a frown. Stupid Jane being the total package. But, astral projection? That was not in the plan they went over before he left.

Natasha crossed her arms. "You may need to explain," she said for Saniya.

Thor's smile dimmed at Natasha's words. "My father did not allow me to speak with Loki. He was worried that he would use his silver tongue to lead me astray."

Her shoulders fell. That didn't go as planned.

"Worry not, Lady Saniya, for I have a solution. Many of my brother's possessions remain in Asgard and I found two stones used to train young ones in astral projection. A guard will set one of the stones outside of Loki's cell." Thor held out a reddish stone that glittered in the light from the window. "We shall be able to communicate with him from Midgard. You will get your answers."

Saniya blinked. "So, Odin, your father, said that you can't speak to Loki, but, you're willing to go behind his back for me?"

Thor nodded. "It does not please me to go against my father's word, but you and your sister deserve answers."

Once again, she was latched on him in a tight hug. With her face buried in his chest, she muttered a 'thank you'. He truly was the best of friends.

"When?"

Thor appeared thoughtful. "When do you believe to be the right time, Lady Saniya?"

She tapped her foot against his. "Not today. I have to have time to emotionally prepare myself for talking to him," Saniya said.

His eyes widened as if she just told him that she gave birth while he was gone. "I believe you are mistaken. You will not be the one to speak to my brother."

Her finger jabbed into his arm. "Yes, I will. You're the one who said 'we shall be able to communicate with him'. We means you and I." Thor began to open his mouth but she covered it with her hand. "I will talk to him since that's possible now. I want answers and I want to hear it for myself."

Jane furrowed her brows. "Can two people use the stone at the same time?" she asked.

Thor shot her what looked like an attempt at a glare. "I— well, yes, but—"

Saniya nodded. "So it's decided."

He looked desperate, but she had made her decision. "Please, Lady Saniya. This is not something to be taken lightly."

"And I'm not," she insisted. "I think I'm making the right decision with this."

Natasha leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. "Why the sudden urge to speak with Loki?" His name was said with enough poison to kill a herd of elephants, causing Thor to wince. The assassin continued with a collected calmness to her. "I don't remember you telling Thor to bring you to Asgard."

Saniya furrowed her brows. "I'm not going to force him to bring me to Asgard. That'd be too demanding of me." Natasha rolled her eyes. She turned her back on the assassin. "You literally just said two people can use the stones. What's the big deal?"

His large hands cupped her shoulders. "I do not feel it is safe for you."

"Can he touch me when we use the stones?" Just the hesitation was enough to tell her that no, Loki would not be able to touch her. This was only further proof to her cause. "See! It'll be fine."

Thor must had known that Saniya was stubborn enough to never back down or that he couldn't say no to her because he agreed. Reluctantly, but he still agreed. "The moment you feel unsafe, I will cut the connection," he promised.

Saniya smiled. "That works with me. This will be so cool."

Jane shifted on her feet. Her eyes were narrowed slightly at Saniya. The poor scientist probably had no idea what to make of her. "Thor and I were just about to go out for dinner. Would you like to join us?"

She crossed her arms. "I can't leave the tower," Saniya said. The expression that passed over Jane's face —one of relief— made her want to yell at someone. "I'm too important, you know? So they keep me here in the most important building in New York. Very important," she droned on.

Thor's girlfriend nodded slowly. "I see. Important." The moment she held out her hand, Thor was by her side. "We'll see you tomorrow then." And, to make her feel worse, Thor walked out on the balcony, hugged Jane close to his chest, and flew off with his hammer.

Saniya pouted. He'd never taken her flying.

"Important, huh?" Natasha commented.

She waved her hand. "Shut up. Please, never talk about this. Ever."

The elevator dinged open and they were soon on their way down. All she wanted to do was ride down in silence so she could complain to Marsha. Jarvis was kind enough to realize this but Natasha ignored her wants.

"Thor's in love with her," Natasha said.

"I know," she grumbled. Her arms crossed in a jerky movement.

"You'll have to get used to sharing him."

"I know. Trust me, I know the situation." Her foot kicked at the wall of the elevator. "But he's my friend, so if he dare cuts me out for her instead I'm going to be so pissed."

Natasha suppressed an amused grin. "I feel sorry for Thor if it comes to that."

So did Saniya. For Thor's sake, she hoped he didn't.