Atlas Gym, Monday

[imablackwidowbaby]

Natasha had decided, somewhat reluctantly perhaps, that she should probably put more work into maintaining her cover than occasionally dropping by the gym while Clint was already there. So today she opened the place up and started poking through their filing system to try to figure out how the place was run and how to improve it.

And then she was probably going to beat the everloving snot out of some poor defenseless punching bag.

The gym is open (and OCD-free!)

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[abitlowkey]

Apparently Loki never learned the story about what curiosity did to the cat. Or he had, but chose to ignore it.

And Ikol.

Hence the teacup god eyeing Natasha warily. Because he had at least some self preservation instinct left.

"Hello."

Oh wait. Spoke too soon.

[imablackwidowbaby]

"Hello," Natasha said to the random teenager she had no reason to start stabbing just yet. "Can I help you with something?"

[abitlowkey]

"Doubtful." He eyed her for a moment longer. "You are friends with Hawkeye, are you not?"

[imablackwidowbaby]

"Who?" Natasha asked, quizzical, a little confused line between her eyebrows. She didn't go for a weapon or anything, but that didn't mean one couldn't appear in her hand in about .0005 seconds.

[abitlowkey]

Mean!

"Perhaps he goes by a different name where you are from," he granted her, finding a spot to perch on one of the stationary bikes. "He does not wear purple as far as I know."

He did not believe it to be the case, but it worked for now.

[imablackwidowbaby]

"I don't know who you're talking about," Natasha told this extraordinarily dangerous teenager who knew things he shouldn't.

[abitlowkey]

"Of course!" he replied brightly, carrying on as though that wasn't important to the conversation. "What is it that Loki did where you are from?"

[imablackwidowbaby]

"Excuse me?" Natasha asked, her voice hardening just a wee touch.

[abitlowkey]

"Ah, so you know the name then!"

[imablackwidowbaby]

"What does it matter to you?" Seriously, this kid was about three seconds from Natasha shooting him and burying him in their back garden. It had to be good for something.

[abitlowkey]

"I am Loki Laufeyson of Asgard. Currently located outside Broxton, Oklahoma," he said looking at his nails carefully. As that most certainly was not to be taken as a threat. "The second to be called such since Thor woke us from the slumber that followed the shattering of the Ragnorak cycle."