"Chop chop, ma'am," Frank said with an easy grin. He gave Natasha a nudge, because he was sure she knew that he was joking but it was still an easy gesture to balance it out. Then he focused on his own beer, glad for it and the quiet, easy camaraderie that had come out of meeting Natasha.

Who would have thought, in Hell, an Avenger and, well, him.