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Sure. I'll see you there.

[She's only a few minutes away herself, so it's kind of fifty-fifty on who gets there first. She seems pretty casual, jeans and a hoodie and two swords on the left side of her hips.]

[Thor struggles between too casual and too formal. It doesn't seem appropriate to come in boardshorts and a sweater, so he's donned his outfit from home. He's left out the arm coverings and the cape, so he's at least a little more casual than he would be in serious battle.

He also has two swords, but they're strapped to his back. The lack of a hammer is notable, especially considering he doesn't just fly in.

He walks to the meeting point, nodding when Ava appears.]

Hello.

[Ava's wearing a white bodysuit, sleeveless, and red reinforced boots. White leather gloves. She thought about the outfit she'd worn with SHIELD, but more and more she found herself pulling away from that identity. The Red Widow. No one here understood it, so the hourglass and the name was uncomfortable, even if she hadn't changed her network handle yet.

She stands easily, a roll of her shoulders.]

Hey. [She waves lightly.]

So, any parameters? [She's teasing, but then she gets serious.] I'm stronger and more durable than most people, but I'm not Asgardian. But don't go too easy on me, yeah? Sort of ruins the point. [There's a distinct lack of ego to it, or even playful threats, just facts.]

[It takes her a moment, that last chance to chicken out, but instead she steels herself. And she allows herself to stop holding back. Power glows over her heart, spills from her eyes, eating away her pupils with the blue glow. It spills over her skin; sea blue that ripples with bands of lightning energy as she breathes.]

We stop when the other one is unconscious. [He offers with a small shrug. He still struggles to understand where to draw the line, but he's not one to push a human too far.

If he needs to carry her to a hospital, he'll leave it to her to explain why she wanted to do this. His reputation isn't in peril, though he does worry a little about it, he's more interested in helping her train.

When she starts herself up, he does too. He's still learning to draw his power from somewhere in him and not out of him. Electric sparks flicker up his arms and he shuts his eye, breathing in deep before he opens it again, revealing a white, shining glare from his socket.

If she wants to learn, he'll make the first move. Thor keeps it obvious, at first, he draws a sword and runs at her, ready to twist and turn to follow her movements.]

Alright.

[Alright is probably not the smart thing to say, but she has a reckless streak. And she doesn't want someone that's going to hold back, go easy on her. It's partially a gamble on a particularly risky learning curve, but mostly-- she needs some way to let some of this energy drain off when all of her usual outlets were suddenly dangerous; too many people. Innocents. And she'd always been attracted to being pushed too far.

But, well, she had no particular objections to electrocuting Thor in the face. She figured he could take it. It's- admittedly surprising, seeing him mirror her like that. Because Natasha had never seen him do it, so Ava hadn't known he could, and well. Quite frankly she'd never seen anyone who did this like her. But here they are, and she's not backing down.

Pupilless eyes and that electric sing of the air, lightning and distant thunder. It's fine. This is good. He draws a sword and runs at her, and she dodges, twisting, springing back as she slices up with one of her blades at the same time, that arc of light and energy.

She's fast. If he pays attention, he might notice something similar to Natasha in her style in how she moves, that fluid grace, but sharpened into something unnatural. She's developing her own spin on it, but it's still there, under her skin. A mirror.]

[In his absence, Thor's fighting style has already changed dramatically. Losing Mjolnir has been like losing a limb and, well, losing an eye has been like losing an eye. He's still adapting, but what he's gained from his loss is something powerful. Powerful and a little volatile.

He's already a little guarded in his movements, though he gains more confidence in her ability as they progress. He can see the similarities to Natasha in her movements, and it's almost worrying. Natasha uses her whole body when she fights, and she doesn't pull punches, she isn't afraid to aim where it hurts and he suspects Ava may not either.

What Thor lacks in fluidity, he makes up for in strength. He isn't stiff by any means, but he's precise and he wastes no energy on flourishes. He swings his sword back to defend against her attack, energy crackling between them as the blades meet. Thor's arm is steady and he pushes back hard, he puts his energy into trying to throw her off her feet.]

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