"Are you here to enslave the human race again?"
Natasha started, turning to eye the god. It had been a few years since she's seen him and she still couldn't get the image of him defeated and cratered into the floor out of her head.
It was a good day. "Or have we put that behind us?"
"Ah yes, because that's the only possible reason I could be here, right?" Loki offered Natasha a smirk. It did not surprise him that she assumed so; it would not surprise him if any of the so-called Avengers assumed so. And in truth, he did not entirely mind. At the moment he had no real agenda regarding Midgard, but it was amusing to keep the mortals guessing. "Why do you ask, Agent Romanoff? Are you concerned that your merry little band might not be able to achieve a spectacular victory a second time?"
"I think we could handle ourselves. Thank you."
The agent smirked, finding the conversation to be quite entertaining for what it is. She didn't consider him a threat. At least not without given reason.
"What are you up to? Seeing the sights you missed out on last time? They're not as picturesque while on fire."





















