["...is that part of your issue, little boy? That you weren't brought here to help?"

The words are at the tip of her tongue, but in the end, she doesn't speak them. Because still, she doesn't know why she even cares.]

This is my life now. Admiring Captain America's backside with the God of Mischief.

[ah well. She tilts her head, nodding.]

You're right though. It's very flattering.

[scanning now for other avengers.......]