Natasha made a great job in inflating Fandral’s ego, Asgardians were, among other things, proud people. Realization sank into Thor when his warrior friend started talking about his past, he connected the dots, a mortal lover, a sad story, they had talked about it before and Thor could really kick himself mentally for bringing up this whole situation. Maybe he had a lot of things clouding his mind but he had to remember that after all.
Watching Fandral behave like that was somehow sad and he had a sudden inspiration, “would you give us the honor to be her Godfather, Fandral? We would love it, you can teach her everything you know, I am sure she will love it too,” he nodded, watching as he gently caressed her stomach, the gesture made Thor smile. Their child was so small, not even born to be already fighting so much. “She will do a great warrior, like we.”
Fandral gave a small chuckle as she felt the child kick against his hand. His blue eyes widened as Thor’s question hit his ears. He immediately perked up at the thought of being the godfather to this little girl. “Of course,” he said with a large smile, his hand curling over Natasha’s stomach more protectively now. “I would be honored to.”
His eyes went back to Natasha’s stomach before he looked back up at the woman. “I will do my best to make sure that your daughter is safe and loved, milady. As if she were my very own.”
Fandral was a likeable character, charming and she could tell he meant well and had a good heart. She was still trying to swallow the fact he was the actual Robin Hood of legend, but being here it was easy to believe anything. This was honestly a place of fairy tales come to life and she felt odd being a part of it given she had been the product of nightmares for so long. A grin crossed her face as the child within her kicked at Fandral’s hand and then looked to Thor at his question and back to the swordsman awaiting his reply.
“I fully believe you will, thank you Fandral.” The grin that had appeared when Anya had kicked, melted into a genuine smile towards the warrior.
He frowns "Earth... because I wanted to hurt Thor... them... they followed me because they're leader... he... made me they're leader... the tesseract... he used it... put it in my mind and the scepter in my hand." he says Being controled? no of course not... the tesseract had opened his mind, not controlled it."
That wasn’t surprising, that he had wanted to hurt Thor. Thor was probably the root of a lot of things, but she kept that observation to herself. The rest, that made her brows lift. She wanted to ask him to explain further, but she wasn’t so certain if that was a good idea or not. She wasn’t certain he’d tell her or not, but still she ventured a little bit forward with a question anyways. “So these were gifts then? To help you succeed?”
"Being a spy is too much stress. I’m not cut out for that much stress. I barely handle the stress Tony gives me." She laughed a little sadly. It was an ongoing joke between them that she should have been a spy. Though it seemed that would never happen, especially now with SHIELD down. "I’m used to not knowing. Just tell me… will everything be okay? Or should I prepare for an all out war, and Tony joining in?" If she could convince him to hide out for a while, just to see how things turned out, she would. But she couldn’t keep him out of a war. Not when he made it his personal mission to bring peace on Earth.
She leaned back, closing her eyes for a minute. Things were rough, but she couldn’t despair. They would keep on. And she would keep running SI as she needed to. That was her job, and SI would be needed, now more than ever. “I’ll keep that in mind. I’ll keep safe, Natasha. There are some people I can always rely on to be faithful.” Like Happy, and Tony. She could always trust them to be with her. And though Natasha was a spy, she trusted her too. “I’ll let Tony know too. But what will you do?”
Pepper had said that a few times towards Natasha telling her she’d make a good spy. It was sort of a thing between them, given how often Natasha would state so. The moment of a joke between friends came to an end with the question Pepper asked and the fact there was only one answer, one uncertain answer. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t know.” She has no idea what tomorrow will bring. “I don’t know if anything will ever be okay again.” It’s a harsh truth, but she isn’t going to lie, not about this not at all. “I’m sorry Pepper, I truly am.” She blames herself, she wishes she had seen the signs, had been able to stop this. Though as big and as deep as it all went she knew that would’ve been impossible.
“I’m trying to figure that out.” The spy admitted, deciding to pour herself another drink, though this time she drinks it slower only taking a sip and sitting back leaving the almost full glass to rest on the coffee table. “I’ve been thinking about leaving the country, but then I know how that will look and so I think about staying, but where and how I don’t know.”
"Yeah my humor gauge is kind of broken right now. Sorry." He looked at her, brows drawing together. ".. Let’s not do anything Caribbean. Lodge in piney woods maybe."
He can only shrug at her remark on his paranoia, peeking in the oven. “They don’t take too long to finish.”
She waved it off. “It’s fine.” She assured him, they all had been there; she had been there. “Cabins, high altitude, and cooler air? I can definitely go for that.” The redhead stated with a small grin. She liked the mountains and the tranquility of nature within them. “We could do a little fishing maybe.” She suggest, it had been a very long time since she had been fishing.
“That’s good.” Her small grin grew at that fact, she couldn’t wait to try them.
Carol closed the door behind Natasha, turning to lean against it and watch the red-head curiously. Not that she didn’t enjoy Nat’s company—but she was well aware when the other had an agenda. And she didn’t have to wait long to find out what it was. Sighing, she sank down a bit and nodded. “Who isn’t? You guys put on one hell of a show—and didn’t invite me. I’m offended.”
Pushing off of the door, she walked to the kitchen, grabbing her mug on the way. “Coffee?”
Carol was not one to be fooled and for the most part Natasha never even tried to fool the woman, it would be an insult to them both really. “Believe me, if I could’ve invited you I would have. I think things would’ve gone a lot quicker in the grand finale there.” Carol would’ve just disabled the ships without a problem or the need to get all fancy with reprogramming. But it was all over now, all said and done. “Though that is sort of why I’m here. I’m checking on resources, seeing who is still out there willing to stand up and be a part of things when the need arises.” She was here on business, but it was good to see a friend.
“And I was also wondering if maybe you wanted to go grab a bite to eat or something? It’s been a while, we need to catch up.” Not that there was a lot to say, or on her end at least thanks to the media, but still someone to talk to outside of the chaos was nice. It was refreshing and Natasha wanted to milk the hell out of the chance to do so. “And yes, coffee sound fantastic, thank you.”
Bucky watched the waitress go once again, then took a casual look around the diner, ignoring the exits this time. It was almost surreal; here he was, eating breakfast at a restaurant filled with people who weren’t likely to want him dead, to use him to their advantage, or run away from him screaming.
"Normal is so weird," he thought allowed, then took a gulp of his coffee.
That made her chuckle a bit, but she nodded in agreement. “Yes, yes it is. Surreal even.” She wasn’t normal, she would never be normal and she didn’t care much to be so. She was content with being herself, who she is now. She wondered if he would ever find that contentment or not. She hoped he did.
Silence settled and that was fine, she had questions to ask him, but now didn’t seem like the time or place to her and so she drank her coffee and spent the time waiting for their food split between watching him and watching the world around them.
When their food came, Natasha was starving and it smelled fantastic. The waitress refilled their coffees and left ketchup behind for the Natasha. She put some on her hash browns, but nothing else. “I love food.” She muttered after taking a bite and finding it tasting just as good as it smelled.
“So I figure we can hole up here for another day or two and take time in figuring out our next move?” She suggested, wanting to hear his opinion when suddenly the door opened and a group of men sauntered in.
“You know you’re not welcome here. Leave.” It was their waitress looking at the men and holding the phone in her hand like she was about ready to call the cops.
Food was forgotten as Natasha sat her fork down and proceeded to watch the unfolding scene very, very closely.