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“Exactly what I meant,” Natasha answers with a wry smile. “Most definitely a home, opposed to simply a place to live.” She takes the cup, nodding her thanks and noting how the earlier friendly greeting has given way to something more suspicious. Good. He’s learning, at least.
“Mr Blake, I’ve been sent by SHIELD to warn you of a potential threat to your wellbeing - although I don’t believe that’s anything you didn’t already know.”
Thor’s lips twitched. “True enough. It does not usually smell like the bottom of a car, though.” He settled himself into his seat and leaned back, eyes never leaving the girl. Though he had no problem letting her into his home, he was not sure just how much he trusted her intentions.
He stopped, the rim of his coffee cup just at his lips. “You create so many questions. A threat? I did not know of any such thing.”
Inclining her head in acknowledgement, she takes a sip of coffee as she watches his reaction. “You really thought that your past would never make you a target?” she asks, deceptively soft as she looks away. She’ll allow him a moment, no more, before she presses her case.
