Natasha listened to Bruce as he talked, watching his expression as he rambled and finding that she was smiling softly at his enthusiasm, affection clear on her face. He was different, more confident she thought, he was still the same Bruce but there was something new about him. He didn't seem quite so much like he wanted to just disappear into the background, it wasn't so much like he wanted the world to swallow him whole.
She pulled off the cap, pushing her hand through her hair. So Thor lost Asgard due to it being destroyed by Ragnarok? She vaguely remembered reading something in a book on Norse Mythology foretelling some kind of calamity that would be Asgard's destruction. Sometimes she wondered what the idea had been behind Asgardian's coming to Earth and telling their own myths to the people here. But then she wasn't part of an all-powerful conquering alien race.
"Sounds rough," she said, sipping at her drink again. "I guess earth is really boring in comparison to gladiatorial rings and giant demons destroying planets."