spins a holographic blueprint idly with one finger, not looking up You know, for a bunch of Earth's mightiest, we're spectacularly boring on a Tuesday afternoon.

glances over from the kitchen island, where he's nursing a cup of coffee We're not "boring." We're—recharging.

from the couch, without looking up from his tablet You say "boring," I say "stable." Stable is good.

loudly bites into an apple On Asgard, we would celebrate such a day with great feasts! But I am learning to enjoy your Midgardian tradition of... gestures vaguely ...sitting quietly in the same room.

curled in an armchair, scrolling on her phone, one corner of her mouth quirking upward That's because you've never had a real lazy day, Thor.

from the floor, tossing a rubber band at the ceiling Nothing lazy about Romanov. She's probably plotting world domination. Or online shopping.

doesn't look up If I was plotting world domination, you'd already be on a list.

eyes flick up That a world-domination ping?

rises in one smooth motion, thumb already swiping across the screen I have to go.

straightens slightly, brow furrowing Everything alright?

already at the door, sliding her phone into her back pocket Fine. I'll catch up later.

slowly lowers his hand, the hologram fizzling out Did anyone else see that?

still tossing the rubber band, eyes fixed on the ceiling See what?

turns in his chair, pointing vaguely at the door She was... smiling. Unprovoked. We all acknowledge that? Romanov was smiling.

gives Tony a warning look Tony.

ignores him, staring at Clint Hawk. What do you know?