For her part Sif made an effort to only fluster in the heat of battle - or by having the blood of her enemies splattered upon her cheeks. Anything else was unacceptable and juvenile, though her skin's coloring certainly seemed reluctant to abide. She only realized that the heat on the Captain's cheeks was no fever but embarrassment of sorts well after she had removed her hand from his forehead. Stiffening a laugh, Sif nodded, satisfied with his answer.
While the Captain might have no strange sensations upon seeing her, the same could not be said of Sif. Sif liked what she liked, and after centuries upon centuries of knowing herself, she had come to understand that she liked very specific things about a broad array of people. What she did not like about herself at the moment was how, like a pre-pubescent boy, a change of wind might give her body signals that she definitely liked something. Trying to ignore those for the time being, Sif smiled proudly down at the Captain. "I am aren't I? A good translation if I do say so myself. Much like yours!"
The poor Captain was clearly in no mood for courteous complimentary exchanges, and how Sif understood him. "Of course, yes. I have my shift and leather under-armor, if you like, and some items Natasha has loaned me. The ones you have met me in as well as a long sleeved shirt and a hooded jacket. They are small on me, but I was going to ask where I could purchase more when this-" she pointed at herself "-happened. All my clothes are clean, however, I made sure of it not two days ago."
She looked at him again, pulling away for a wider view. "Though really if Ruby is any indication, all you need is a pair of trousers and you will be all right, just do this-" She reached for him and tied his shirt into a knot at the beginning of his hips, making him as a whole a lot more shapely as the excess fabric was sucked into the knot. "-yes, it is the Midgardian fashion these days, it appears. Not the men's undergarments, however."
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While the Captain might have no strange sensations upon seeing her, the same could not be said of Sif. Sif liked what she liked, and after centuries upon centuries of knowing herself, she had come to understand that she liked very specific things about a broad array of people. What she did not like about herself at the moment was how, like a pre-pubescent boy, a change of wind might give her body signals that she definitely liked something. Trying to ignore those for the time being, Sif smiled proudly down at the Captain. "I am aren't I? A good translation if I do say so myself. Much like yours!"
The poor Captain was clearly in no mood for courteous complimentary exchanges, and how Sif understood him. "Of course, yes. I have my shift and leather under-armor, if you like, and some items Natasha has loaned me. The ones you have met me in as well as a long sleeved shirt and a hooded jacket. They are small on me, but I was going to ask where I could purchase more when this-" she pointed at herself "-happened. All my clothes are clean, however, I made sure of it not two days ago."
She looked at him again, pulling away for a wider view. "Though really if Ruby is any indication, all you need is a pair of trousers and you will be all right, just do this-" She reached for him and tied his shirt into a knot at the beginning of his hips, making him as a whole a lot more shapely as the excess fabric was sucked into the knot. "-yes, it is the Midgardian fashion these days, it appears. Not the men's undergarments, however."