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[ironlady]

[Agent Barton of SHIELD; backdated to after her conversation with Tres regarding repairs after Clint's arrival]

[The voice of a calm, quiet young woman is coming your way.] Good afternoon. I believe my subordinate conveyed my wish to speak with you. I would like our discussion to be in the gardens outside the castle. I trust you will have the good sense not to bring your weapon along for this.

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[compromisedarrow]

Then I hope you're ready to fight gods, because even I don't know everything that's out there. And they say there's hundreds of worlds represented here. God only knows what threats we could face.

[He stands.]

One last thing, your eminance. If a man shows up here, tall, black hair, by the name of Loki... He's mine. And I won't take any interference in that matter.

[One look into Barton's eyes should show how serious he is about that.]

[ironlady]

[Caterina can see that. She weighs the pros and cons in her mind a moment before settling on an answer.]

You will be the first man I notify.

[compromisedarrow]

If he's got a staff, stay away from it. Don't let him touch you with it. Or anyone else.

[A pause. How much should he tell her?]

The details are classified, but it's not pleasant.

[ironlady]

I will have to take your word for it then. Do you intend to share these details should he come?

[compromisedarrow]

That depends. If he arrives before a senior SHIELD Agent, I'll make the decision as it comes.

[ironlady]

I'll be awaiting your word then should the need arise.

[compromisedarrow]

[A nod.]

Thanks for the tea.

[And he's going to turn to leave, even though his cup is more or less untouched.]