Decider of the Slain

What anger in this one. What fear. Those eyes of hers burnt black with vengeance and a lust to right the wrongs that have been committed by Laufferson. To know all the aspects of magic: how many foes and how strong?

She would fold under the weight of centuries.

Magic is not something in which Valkryies trade, even blessed by Odin as we are. It is tricky and annoying and can tear down those around you in the blink of an eye. I, myself, am not immune to the cuts that it causes. In battle to carry your fear and anger is to hesitate, to make the snappish choice, no matter how poor it does feel like victory. If you consider how you may lose, what foes you may face whose powers are beyond your imagining...I have seen it drive women mad.

Our lives are tied to the blade and to bone and to blood. We are Valkyrie. We laugh at the fear and grip our blades ever tighter, watching as your sisters fall. There is little to do but laugh and accept the embrace of Hel when it comes to us.

( 'Nyet.' )
Natasha and Val discuss magic.

( 'It's just -- you know -- you're very beautiful and everything, ma'am, I just don't feel romantically about you.' )
Valkyrie levels the weight of her new found charms on Steve. Poor Steve.

( Stories about superheroes, mostly. )
Val and Steve do lunch.

( 'Superheroes: a modern construction, an upgrade to the heroes of legend, or -- if not an upgrade -- then an update. Things have changed greatly in the last century.' )

Val and Tony have a....dinner. She does not throw him out a window. That's for the second date.

( More likely, there's some strange alien bug you're immune to that will slaughter all of our immune systems and kill half the population of the entire eastern seabord before you can say 'Poughkeepsie' )
Bruce gets Valkyrie to behave for her physical. She is probably still not getting a lollypop.

( Valkyrie )
Subject to change.