When Sif arrived, Thor was standing in front of the ice cave where he was fishing, watching the fish bite and talking to Nick about motorcycles, and when he saw Sif coming, he hurriedly stretched out an arm and brought his wife to him.

Sif wears a similar outfit to Thor, with a long knee-length sweater, washed jeans, and a leather jacket with a thick fur collar and no gloves, but a pair of boots that can wade through the water.

She's only a little shorter than Thor, taller than Steve and Nick, and has a very thick skeleton and looks very strong, with thick black hair tied back in a high ponytail and a Yankees baseball cap on her head.

"You look fantastic, Sif and I remember how scared a lot of people when you showed up on Earth in Asgardian armor."

Sif rolled his eyes slightly and said, "But that definitely doesn't include you, Captain America, if you want me to say, humans can accept you heroes in tights, but can't accept the traditional costume of Asgard?" ”

"It's because they're so receptive to your Asgardian traditions that S.H.I.E.L.D. asks you not to wear your own clothes." Nick pretended to sigh and said, "Didn't a kid last time think you were performers in a float parade and wanted to run up to play with you, but he almost got hit by an elbow and broke a bone?" ”

"Because you're always going to parade the floats into the Vikings, we didn't even ask you for royalties."

"Don't be stupid, Thor, you're not the only Vikings, or even the only pirates." Steve said with a shrug.

Rockie glanced down at her watch and said, "If we go back to New York now, we should be able to buy what we want before the supermarket closes, you tell me what is missing, and I will make a list." ”

Nick and Steve quickly exchanged glances, Nick cleared his throat and said, "We were going to have a barbecue party, right in front of the lake hut, but we didn't bring any barbecue utensils because we weren't sure if other non-Americans could accept this kind of party, can you help us ask?" ”

"If they say yes, you'll buy us some barbecue utensils, okay?"

Rogie nodded, and was about to walk towards the others, Thor turned his head to look at Sif and said with an inexplicable expression: "Logie, you go by yourself, I have to talk to Sif about the internal affairs of Asgard." ”

Rogie glanced back at him a little strangely, then gave him a warning look and quickened her pace to leave.

As soon as Lorge left, Thor pulled Nick with his left hand and pulled Steve with his right hand, and the heads of the three of them came together before Thor spoke: "Dr. Schiller painted a picture of Rogie, a particularly good portrait!" ”

Nick gasped together with Steve.

On the other side, Rogie first came to the fishing spot where Charles and Eric and Ivan were, and after explaining their intentions, Ivan pouted and said, "The Yankees like barbecue parties, let them go, I can eat anything." ”

"I don't have a problem with that." Charles said very gently, but he beckoned to Rogie, and it wasn't until Rogie walked up to his wheelchair that Charles looked at her with those blue eyes and said, "Are you going to Dr. Schiller later?" ”

Rogie nodded, Charles smiled and said, "If they have any reactions that you didn't expect, I hope you don't mind, young people are always full of energy, love novelty, and ideas become a headache quickly, if you can't stay there, come back to us, I happen to be studying Norse mythology recently." ”

Rogie felt a little inexplicable, she could hear that Charles was showing kindness to her, but she didn't know why he was doing it, it couldn't be Schiller's moth again, right?

With this question in mind, Rogie went to the fishing spot where Schiller and Natasha were, and Natasha slapped her on the forehead when she saw her.

Natasha's reaction made Rogie a little suspicious, she really didn't have such a thing as a woman's intuition, but she had the intelligence and ability to read people's hearts, and she could clearly sense that Natasha didn't welcome her.

And what puzzled her was that the female agent didn't say it explicitly, Rogie knew that Natasha was not a person who liked to go around in circles, so what was she doing now?

"Nick came over and asked me if you would like to have a barbecue party in the evening, he was worried that you would think it would be too noisy, and if you agreed, I would go back to New York City and buy the ingredients."

Schiller nodded and said, "American barbecue parties are usually very crazy, but I think that several of you here should be measured, and they always know how to be restrained when they are older." ”

Rogie frowned slightly, she felt that this Schiller in front of her was also a little wrong, so her gaze began to scan back and forth between Schiller and Natasha's faces.

"Speaking of which, miss, did you find anything in my bedroom?"

Rogie choked for a moment as if she had been clenched around her neck, but seeing Schiller's calm reaction, she couldn't be sure what Schiller was asking, and if she took care of herself to translate this sentence into "Did you see that painting", wouldn't it really seem that she was very sentimental?

Rogie is a very face-loving person, she builds a higher wall of heart and dignity to hide something, or she may feel that as long as she doesn't have expectations, she won't be disappointed, so she spreads her hands very often and says.

"Doctor, if you're expecting me to find something in your bedroom that resonates artistically between the two of us, you're overthinking, I'm not interested in weird memorabilia, no matter where you picked them up."

Schiller burst out laughing, neither Rogie nor Natasha had ever seen Schiller's continuous laughter, and the doctor usually smiled rather than squeezing a series of happy notes out of his lungs like this.

"Come here, Miss." Schiller said, looking at Rogie.

Natasha shouted in her heart ten thousand times, "Don't! He still watched Rogie walk over.

She felt a slight stomach ache, and hadn't felt her stomach churn so much since she had eaten a piece of spoiled jelly at the age of sixteen.

Natasha had already learned Schiller's secret, and there was no emotion in her mind, because the overall starting point of the matter changed from "who wants to sleep with whom" to "who will not be served to whom", and in view of this, Natasha's stomach hurts even more.

Rogie walked to Schiller's fishing bench with some confusion, also put her gloved hand into the sleeve of the opposite hand, and stood next to the fishing stool and looked at Schiller.

The fishing stool was relatively low, so Schiller was looking up at Rogie, and then Lorge noticed, "Oh, doctor, why don't you wear glasses?" ”

"It's easier to see the details of the fish's bite."

How Natasha wished that Logie was not a Norse god but a German, so that she would have heard "Grimm's Fairy Tales" as a child - "Big bad wolf, why do you have such a long mouth?" "To eat you, of course! ”

"Okay." Rockie said, "Do you have anything special that I need to bring from the supermarket?" For example, a medical record or something? ”

Rogie smiled to herself, but then felt that it wasn't funny, maybe a little offended, and muttered something quietly.

Natasha distinctly heard herself curse a loud expletive.

As Schiller said, Natasha has a big picture, so she knows the seriousness of this matter, yes, even if Rogie is a stunted frost giant, her physical fitness is a hundred times stronger than that of a human, and she can also do magic, Schiller should not be able to stab her to death if she stabs her, and even if she is thrown away like a fish, magic should be able to save her.

But the question is, how could the god-king of Asgard allow a human to treat his sister like this? Thor will not be able to make any sense in this regard.

No matter how important this human being is to the whole earth, if he seriously hurts Loki, whether it is physical or emotional, or more likely both, then Thor will definitely go crazy, and then the earth and Asgard will definitely break out irreconcilable contradictions.

At the thought of this, Natasha felt her stomach hurt even more.

“…… The last time Peter threw the whole bedroom into space, and all my collectibles were turned over, after which Peter tried to buy me with a lemon tart, and ended up buying only the mouse, and the result was that he ate so much that the discharge ruined my kitchen. ”

Rogie giggled, covered her mouth with one hand and said, "I can imagine that kind of chaotic scene, Peter Parker rarely goes out of the way because he knows you'll tolerate him." ”

"Yes, he's completely relaxed with me, even trick-or-treating without thinking about the consequences, he can throw off the cloak of conformism in the past, they are."

"You like that?"

"It's my pleasure."

Rockie stared down at the gray eyes and the eyelashes that cast a sparse shadow on them, and she found that Schiller's pupils were not completely gray, but a little inconspicuous crimson, as if she had seen a blood-colored lake beach on the vast lime plains, vibrant, but indescribably strange.

There seemed to be a whirlpool slowly sucking Rogie's consciousness in, and Natasha, who was sitting next to her, looked at Logie's slightly stunned expression and her eyes widened, and she began to cough vigorously while covering her lungs.

The cough finally woke up Rogie, and she turned her gaze to Natasha, and Schiller's gaze also turned, Schiller looked into Natasha's eyes and said, "Are you alright, ma'am?" ”

"It's nothing, I should have smoked a few fewer cigarettes." Natasha gritted her teeth and said, "I'm going to quit smoking starting tomorrow." ”

"Worthy of admiration." Schiller turned to re-hang the bait, and Rogie stood there in a trance for a moment, then she heard Natasha's voice coming from far away.

"Your Highness Rockie, we don't have anything special to buy, if you want to go back to the city, it's best to leave as soon as possible, the supermarket is about to close."

"Oh yes, I should have left." Rogie nodded.

When Rogie's back disappeared into the ice, Natasha stared into Schiller's eyes and said, "Doctor, you know you can't ......"

"Do you see what I did to her?"

"But I know what you're going to do to her!"

"How do you know? Is it the answer obtained by rigorous reasoning by evidence, or the conjecture obtained by your rich imagination alone? ”

"I ......" Natasha rubbed her wrinkled cheeks, and finally could only say, "I have a stomachache."