[Natasha wraps her hands with tape, watching Thor just out of the corner of her eye. She's not entirely sure that she's the best match for him training, but... in some ways, that's all the more reason to practice, isn't it?
[It's certainly been a while since Thor properly trained with any of the Avengers. Two years and change. A lot has happened in between, enough so that he's out of sync with their habits and routines now. It only makes sense to pick up where he left off.
At Natasha's question Thor hums in thought, throwing aside his jacket.]
Yeah - what it's like having someone come at me from the right.
[Thor cocks his head to the side briefly, then grins.]
You did ask.
[He isn't sure how this will go. As fighting styles go, his and Natasha's couldn't be more different. But this isn't a battlefield and Thor's not using weaponry, physical or otherwise. He could stand to practice more basic hand-to-hand
After a moment he nods, and brings his fists up in a ready stance.]
[She tips her head, taking a deep breath. Should be interesting, and Natasha has never been one to back away from a challenge.
Then she moves, fast and practiced and determined, starting with a feint to Thor's right—his bad side, which she said she'd go for—before swinging around fast and low.]
[ Loki closes the connection before making his way to the Blue Fish. He . . . feels uneasy. Stepping into Thor's territory, where Thor's "friends" may be. Where Loki should not be. But he pushes it aside and continues down until he reaches Thor's room. He raps his knuckles on the door neatly. ]
[Thor just jerks his thumb over his shoulder; yes, come in. He gets off the ladder and goes around to his desk to pick up the stack of papers he mentioned.
It's obvious why it took him a while to collect them all. The desk isn't big but it's a complete mess of papers and notebooks without any discernible pattern. Some of it is weighted down with a coffee grinder. An Asgardian-style sword in a scabbard has been dropped on top of the rest of it.
The rest of the room fares marginally better, though there's still clothing thrown on the unmade bed. A dartboard hangs on one wall, a battered halberd leans in one corner.]
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