What is the Difference between Plates & Sheets?
Metal Plates & Sheets are essential components in various industries such as construction, manufacturing, and engineering. They are widely used in applications such as shipbuilding, aerospace, automotive, and many others. However, not everyone is aware of the differences between plates and sheets, which can have a significant impact on their suitability for certain applications.
Stainless Steel | Image Source : pngwing.com
In this article, we will discuss the key differences between plates and sheets, and how they can be used in different applications.
What are Plates?
Plates are flat pieces of metal that are thicker than sheets. They are typically used in heavy-duty applications that require high strength and durability. Plates are commonly made of materials such as stainless steel, carbon steel, and nickel alloys. They are available in a wide range of thicknesses: 1 mm – 50 mm or more. The thickness of the plate determines its strength and load-bearing capacity. Plates are often used in construction, shipbuilding, heavy machinery, and other applications where high strength and durability are required.
At MV Super Alloys, we are one of the leading stainless steel plates stockist in India. We stock plates in a variety of sizes like; Thickness: 1 mm – 50 mm, Width: 100 mm – 2000 mm, and Length: 1000 mm – 6000 mm. And materials, including duplex and super duplex stainless steel, nickel alloys, and titanium. materials, including duplex and super duplex stainless steel, nickel alloys, and titanium. Our team can help you find the right plates for your specific needs, whether you're working on a construction project or need plates for industrial manufacturing.
What are Sheets?
Sheets are flat pieces of metal that are thinner than plates. They are commonly used in applications where a lightweight material is required, such as in the manufacturing of consumer goods, electronics, and packaging materials. Sheets are available in a variety of thicknesses, ranging from Thickness: 1 mm – 50 mm or more. They are often made of materials such as stainless steel, aluminum, and copper alloys. Sheets are flexible and easy to manipulate, which makes them suitable for a wide range of applications.
Plates | Image Source : wikimedia.org
At MV Super Alloys, we are one of the leading stainless steel sheets suppliers in India. We offer a wide range of sheets in different sizes like; Thickness: 1 mm – 50 mm, Width: 100 mm – 2000 mm, and Length: 1000 mm – 6000 mm. And materials, including duplex and super duplex stainless steel, nickel alloys, and titanium. Whether you need sheets for decorative purposes or for use in consumer products, our team can help you find the right solution.
Key Differences between Plates and Sheets:
Thickness: The most significant difference between plates and sheets is their thickness. Plates are thicker than sheets, and their thickness determines their strength and load-bearing capacity. Sheets, on the other hand, are thinner and more flexible than plates.
Size: Plates are generally larger than sheets, and they come in a variety of sizes and shapes. Sheets are smaller and more uniform in size, and they are often sold in standardized sizes.
Weight: Plates are heavier than sheets due to their thickness. This makes them more suitable for heavy-duty applications where weight is not a concern. Sheets, on the other hand, are lighter and more suitable for applications where weight is a factor.
Price: Plates are generally more expensive than sheets.
Thickness: The most significant difference between plates and sheets is their thickness. Plates are thicker than sheets, and their thickness determines their strength and load-bearing capacity. Sheets, on the other hand, are thinner and more flexible than plates.
Size: Plates are generally larger than sheets, and they come in a variety of sizes and shapes. Sheets are smaller and more uniform in size, and they are often sold in standardized sizes.
Weight: Plates are heavier than sheets due to their thickness. This makes them more suitable for heavy-duty applications where weight is not a concern. Sheets, on the other hand, are lighter and more suitable for applications where weight is a factor.
Price: Plates are generally more expensive than sheets due to their thickness and weight. Sheets are more affordable and easier to manufacture than plates. due to their thickness and weight. Sheets are more affordable and easier to manufacture than plates.
Applications of Plates and Sheets:
Plates and sheets are used in a wide range of applications in various industries. Here are some of the common applications of plates and sheets:
Applications of Plates:
Shipbuilding: Plates are used in the construction of ships and offshore structures due to their high strength and durability.
Heavy machinery: Plates are used in the manufacturing of heavy machinery and equipment such as cranes, bulldozers, and excavators.
Bridges and infrastructure: Plates are used in the construction of bridges, tunnels, and other infrastructure projects due to their load-bearing capacity and strength.
Aerospace: Plates are used in the manufacturing of aircraft parts such as wings, fuselage, and landing gears.
Applications of Sheets:
Consumer goods: Sheets are used in the manufacturing of consumer goods such as appliances, electronics, and home décor.
Packaging: Sheets are used in the manufacturing of packaging materials such as cans, containers, and boxes.
Automotive: Sheets are used in the manufacturing of automotive parts such as body panels, hoods, and trunks.
Construction: Sheets are used in the construction of buildings and structures, such as roofing and siding
Conclusion:
Understanding the difference between plates and sheets is important for anyone involved in the manufacturing or supply of metals. At MV Super Alloys, we are the leading plates and sheets stockist suppliers and exporters in India.
Moreover, we are also well-known pipes and tube manufacturers in India, as well as a top supplier of copper-nickel alloys and nickel-iron alloys.
Our pipes and tubes are available in a variety of materials, including stainless steel, carbon steel, alloy steel, and copper-nickel alloys.
Whether you need stainless steel plates, sheets, pipes, tubes, or other metal products, our team can help you find the right solution.
Contact us today to learn more about how we can help you with your metal needs.
0 notes
A Hollow Promise [18] chapter iv, part ii
main tags : loki x original character, post-avengers 2012, canon divergence - post-thor: the dark world, canon-typical violence, mentions of torture
-
summary: In the aftermath of the Battle of New York, the Avengers need a few days to build a transport device for the Tesseract. With the Helicarrier damaged and surveillance offline, SHIELD sends an asset to guard Loki in the interim: a young woman who sees the truth in all things, and cannot lie.
Even long presumed dead, her memories lost to her, Loki would know her anywhere.
And this changes things.
Some things last beyond infinity. And the universe is in love with chaos.
(Loki was never looking for redemption. It came as an unexpected side-effect.)
-
chapter summary : astrid starts to get to work, right under shield’s watchful gaze.
recommended listening : supermassive nation army
-
[PREVIOUS] | [MASTERLIST] | [NEXT]
-
His tone was quick and low and urgent, but unpanicked, controlled.
Relief screamed through her, and for a brief second, Astrid felt every hour of lost sleep over the past week.
"A set of precision tools," she said softly, snapping herself back into focus. "Micro wire cutters, forceps, fine-tipped welding wands. A spool of one-point-two millimetre copper wire. Six minutes to work. And the spare parts that I included in the manufacture list but didn't include anywhere in the blueprints."
"Knew it," Stark muttered, striding briskly away to collect the implements.
The shock of a smile broke across her face before she could think. Astrid hastily diffused it, its warmth lingering.
"Again, I apologise. I- did wonder if you would rewire the entire design out of sheer frustration-"
"The big guy vetoed me," Tony groused. "You know, I told you that configuration made no sense-"
"And I said that there was probably a good reason for it, and we could address the issue during quality control," Banner replied, quietly exasperated.
The mechanic versus the biologist, Astrid mused, observing their exchange from the sidelines, pulling her lower lip into her mouth. The two were complimentary contrasts, burgeoning camaraderie forming between them like precipitate in a test tube.
"And look at that," Stark rejoined as he returned to the bench, handing a small toolkit to Astrid and almost absently setting up the precision welding gear for her. Oddly touched by the gesture, Astrid dipped her head to hide a smile, setting the kit down and shuffling the device back by its cradle, giving herself space to lean in against the table to work. "We were both right. The design was convoluted hot garbage, and there was a good reason."
"Tony-"
Astrid would have been offended by the assessment, if convoluted hot garbage hadn't been the distillation of her intentions. It was better to seem incompetent than wilfully deceptive, and Astrid's engineering skills were limited to begin with.
"A partial truth is often as good as a lie," she commented simply, snapping open the toolkit with a single hand and a flick of her fingers. "Especially if it is presumed to be the whole."
"And is that how you operate?" Banner asked. The question was a placidly-framed provocation, but less accusatory than Astrid had expected. Instead, he sounded more curious, and cautious.
Regardless, Astrid felt herself harden as she plucked a set of forceps from the kit, twisting them over into the light, examining the width of their delicate-tipped grip.
"I can't lie, so that means I'm obliged to vomit out every truth I perceive?" She asked blandly, bare as a wash of predawn light. "Imagine never being able to lie. Imagine your mind being regarded as public property, your thoughts to be dispensed on demand, with the turn of a crank. Your secrets do not belong to you, they are not yours to keep. You cannot lie. Your silence is interpreted as guilt. Your only defence is to tell the truth, and be clever with it. Like shining a light directly into someone's eyes."
Banner's expression flinched into tension, reluctantly sympathetic.
Astrid wanted to tell him not to bother with the sentiment. She had no use for it.
Threading her thumbs through the handle of the forceps, taking up the wire cutters in her other hand, Astrid leaned onto the bench on her elbows, eyes level with the wiring, and began snipping.
"Up to temp," Stark said quietly, setting one of the welding wands down in its cradle with a gentle tink of metal upon metal. "The hardware is pretty delicate, you sure you can freehand it?"
Astrid smiled wryly.
"Relax," she said, amused, flipping her wrist over to drop a splinter of copper wire onto the bench. "I have steady hands."
Stark abruptly turned eerily silent, as though something that she had said had struck a nerve.
Astrid couldn't begin to guess what it was. For a moment, she was afraid she had made a horrible misstep.
He leaned against the bench beside her, not quite unobtrusive.
"You seriously didn't want this tech in SHIELD's hands," he observed in a murmur.
Leveraging the wire cutters under a seam, Astrid pried up one of the decoy components. "Hmn."
"And what if they find out?"
"Oh, they will." The component popped out of its setting, clattering away, and Astrid picked up its replacement, snapping it into the vacated recess. "They're not stupid. And that is what makes them so infuriating. But they only have one card to play against me, and it's too valuable to waste on a reprimand."
"How many cards do you have to waste?"
Astrid smiled bitterly, unspooling a length of copper wire.
"Not that many, honestly. But truth never tires, at least."
Stark made a soft noise of acknowledgement, and shifted.
The gesture should have been casual, unthinking.
It wasn't.
When Astrid's gaze cut across to gage why, she realised that Stark was blocking the view of one of the surveillance cameras. The plane of his back was obscuring her hands- and the device- from its capture.
She felt Stark meet Banner's gaze over the top of her head.
Banner glanced over his shoulder, and- with less natural subtlety- leaned his hip against the table, mirroring Stark and blocking in her other side, shielding her from a second camera.
Astrid lifted her eyes, scanning this new configuration.
Between the two scientists flanking her, the angle of the device, and the screen of her own hands, none of the cameras in the laboratory had a clear view of the alterations she was making.
She released a deep sigh, letting her shoulders drop slightly.
Setting the precision tools back to the wires, Astrid hummed a soft refrain in the back of her throat- you, you set my soul alight- glaciers melting in the dead of night, and superstars sucked into the supermassive- hoping that neither of them would notice the slight golden glow emanating from the tips of her fingers, sinking into and reflecting off the dull metal.
-
Thirteen minutes. Not bad.
Astrid alighted from the laboratory with a pleasant ache in her fingers, muscles and ligaments flexed and tensed in finely-tuned concert. It had been too long since she had performed such delicate work. It left her with a nostalgic pang of longing for the crispness of sterile theatre blues and the smell of fresh latex and opened living flesh.
She paused mid-stride, an eyebrow tensing inwards.
Even in her own mind, that had sounded- somewhat unhinged.
Combing a few stray wisps of hair behind the shell of her ear, Astrid ignored herself, setting off the hallway, recalibrating.
"Hang on, not-agent. You got a moment?"
Stalling on one foot, Astrid repurposed her momentum with a twist of her shoulders and hips. Braking with the drag of her free leg as it swept behind her, she swivelled to face Stark as he followed her out of the laboratory.
As he approached, barely striking a leisurely pace, she let her awareness bleed out- like pressing her fingers to the pulse of the universe.
Finding no one approaching, or within hearing distance, Astrid withdrew at the warning throb behind her browbone.
It wasn't wise to press at her limits here. The pain from the overuse never came from exertion- that was the easy part, tireless and natural as seeing the truth. It was from the stress of using while holding back, holding her power tense and controlled, as though keeping a pail of water aloft with one extended arm.
And if she dropped the pail- well.
It had been bad enough over the past three days, splitting her attention and perpetually keeping track of exactly who and what was monitoring the detention chamber at any given moment, silently forcing the surveillance systems to waver intermittently, veiling the already densely encrypted conversations. Between Loki's deft deflections and feints, the indeterminate time limit on their engagement, and the accumulating physical and mental stress- her mana searing in her veins, enough to almost make her eyes water- Astrid had snapped, and impulsively sung the cameras and microphones out of operation during her morning shower on that second day.
Reflecting on it from a safe distance, Astrid knew that she had overextended herself. If she pushed any further within the next few hours, she risked revealing something that would give SHIELD a reason to retain her services indefinitely.
And then she would have to run.
At least it was Stark. Decades of swimming with corporate and military sharks seemed to have honed both caution and cleverness, when he chose to engage it. He wouldn't say anything explicit that she would need to conceal from SHIELD.
Probably.
"Of course," she answered. Consciously, Astrid honed in on the sentiment that she had sincerely liked talking with him, and allowed it to cloud her surface, concealing anything else. "What can I do for you, Dr Stark?"
Stark halted in front of her- a single inch of strain beyond arm's length, his posture slightly too rigid.
"Truth in all things, and cannot tell a lie." He said briskly, polished pretences wearing away under the friction of a quick mind and tamped agitation. "I have a thought experiment. Humour me."
Astrid's eyebrow twitched into a slight arch.
"Alright. I'm listening."
"Someone tells you something." Stark posited, the dark of his eyes hard and bright. "As far as they know, it's true. In fact, they're convinced that it's true. But if you look into it, do some research, it's not. Factually, it's not true. They don't know that it's not true. So what do you see? That they're telling the truth, or that it's a factual falsehood?"
"Both," Astrid replied easily, "if I am paying attention. And I usually am. Truths rarely exist in isolation, so I've learned to look beyond the obvious."
"And you always look beyond the obvious?"
"I endeavour to," she said, a touch impatiently.
"So it's not just knowing," he inferred. "It's- observation. Reasoning."
"Information without intellect is worthless."
For a moment, Stark held her stare, quietly frenetic in a way that Astrid had witnessed before.
She had seen it gaze back at her from her reflection, after the Tesseract had bought her to Loki, after-
It was the look of someone who had been gazing into the maw of despair, and had suddenly seen another possibility.
"Loki wasn't working alone," he stated.
Astrid gazed back at him, not quite expressionless.
"We weren't fighting an army in New York," Stark continued tightly, "actually- I don't even think we were fighting a vanguard, or at least not all of it. No, that first wave- we were fighting a scouting party. On the other side of the portal- out there- I saw an armada. One that could have crushed New York, and finished us, if Loki had decided to go full scorched-earth instead of playing with his food. Hell knows why he didn't, when we started putting up a fight. And when Thor arrived, he told us that these aliens weren't of any world known, so how the hell did Loki get hold of it? How did he know about it? How did he get control of an army that big? Was it his attention that SHIELD got, poking at the Tesseract, or was it someone else? Someone with an army big enough that they could loan out a chunk of it to conquer some backwater planet over a long weekend, because that's what we are, at least compared to other worlds out there, if Thor's comments were in any way accurate. Which we have to assume they are, since his people apparently had space travel on lock while our ancestors were somewhere between figuring out paper and iron. Meanwhile, the rest of that army is still out there, and there might be a bigger fish wanting in this pond than an egotistical Norse demigod with a big brother willing to help us out. Which- is a terrifying prospect."
She hummed in vague agreement, biting into the inside of her cheek. Watching him unspool his conclusions, showing his work as though she would deduct marks for omissions, Stark was brittle, as tightly wound as clockwork, his breaths coming on a serrated edge of barely strangled anxiety.
Astrid almost felt guilty, for liking his reaction. It was adjacent to relief that she had felt, at seeing Loki's agony- proof of the soul, a part of her had thought.
"Loki wasn't working alone," Stark stated, plainly challenging, "there is a Chitauri armada out there that outguns anything Earth has right now, and they're going to be coming back. And you'd know if I was wrong."
Astrid dipped her chin, lashes lowering with the motion.
"Yes," she said, soft and dulcet, like the pain of fire, "yes, I would."
Stark exhaled shakily, looking away, gaze cast high.
After a long moment, Astrid slowly pulled her shoulders back, lifting her head to the overhead lights.
"I have a suggestion."
His head snapped towards her.
"I'm all ears."
It was nice to be listened to, Astrid thought ironically. To be deemed worth hearing out, with sincerity.
"Create a non-profit organisation for the Avengers." She said. "An entity to own merchandising rights, provide a PR team and legal liaison, manufacture and repair equipment, run fundraisers, manage and dispense funding for future operations, relief and clean-up. The Avengers Initiative. Make it official. And visible."
Stark narrowed an appraising look at her.
"Didn't think SHIELD's pocketbook was hurting that much," he quipped.
Astrid exhaled quietly.
"The Avenger Initiative is Fury's darling," she said, reframing carefully, "but as of three days ago, the Avengers are a highly visible team of superheroes who saved the world from an alien invasion. Meanwhile, SHIELD remains a highly covert intelligence organisation, unknown to the general public." Astrid paused, sinking into a humourless smile. "There are issues of transparency. Accountability. Of who's running the show, and why. And who answers for any fallout."
That she was echoing the sentiments underpinning Stark's infamous press conference, three years and one week ago precisely- and I saw that I had become part of a system that is comfortable with zero accountability- was not a coincidence.
Nor was the fact that Stark recognised it.
"People will want to know where the buck stops," Stark murmured. "They need to know. And so do we. Especially since we just wrecked up Midtown. Well, that was mostly the- armoured space whales-"
"Leviathans," Astrid provided.
"Leviathans," he assented absently, "but, news coverage is already asking questions. Nobody expects space invaders to be responsible and civically conscious. But- superheroes- that's a different matter."
She pinned down a smouldering smile.
"It's a brave new world, you know." She confided. "SHIELD may choose to remain in the shadows, but those that it had been managing- the things that it has been keeping quiet, and unknown- won't. The Avengers are already in the limelight. The first in the limelight," she stressed delicately. "It might be better for the team to stand on its own. A template. Imperfect, untested, but- something to aspire to. Something to inspire."
Stark loosed a sharp exhale.
"Brave new world," he echoed with forced levity. "So. Where are you standing?"
"Hm?"
"Well, you're obviously not loyal to SHIELD, so."
"No," she agreed candidly, "and they are aware of that. It's why nothing I do can be classed as betrayal. No matter how hard they try to make me feel guilty about it."
"So where does your loyalty lie?"
Astrid clamped her lower lip between her teeth, the sting like spice in her blood.
It was a dangerous question.
More so for the fact that Stark had earned the courtesy of a clear truth, even while Astrid knew that entrusting him with everything, unfiltered, wouldn't be wise. There were things that he wouldn't understand- and, more dangerously, things that he would.
It was all in the timing.
Less a leap of faith, then. And more a- measured step.
"Five years."
Stark blinked at the quiet, abrupt declaration.
"What?"
"I can give you five years," Astrid told him, before hesitating. "Maybe- six, seven. Before-"
She lifted a hand just enough to flick a pointed finger upwards.
Stark stared at the direction of her hand, and met her eyes.
Through the primal terror, Astrid could already see resolve gathering, looking forward. Futurist.
"You're sure?"
"January of 2017 is all that I can guarantee you-"
"But you can guarantee it? Five years, you're certain?"
"Yes. It is a rarity," she added, dropping her hand with a flick of her wrist, before he could extrapolate in the wrong direction, "vanishingly rare, actually, but- yes. I can say it. Until the end of 2016, the only threats to this planet will be of this planet, and manageable. After that, I just- don't know."
Stark swallowed noiselessly, absorbing the shock.
There, Astrid thought, her heart thrumming against her sternum. Risk taken.
After a long moment, Stark nodded.
"That's- more than I expected, honestly," he said tightly. "Hell, having an actual timeline is- have you told Fury?"
"Of course not."
"What, are you kidding me, why not?"
"If there was a realistic chance that he would listen-"
"The guy is paranoia personified, he's the one who put the Avengers together, you think he wouldn't hear threat to global security and break the emergency glass on every-"
"Did he listen to me regarding the Tesseract?" Astrid asked coolly.
Stark stilled.
"So why tell me?"
Astrid bit the inside of her lip, feeling the tissue crackle with her lymph nodes.
"When you took that nuclear missile through the portal, what were you thinking?"
Stark held perfectly motionless before her, unblinking.
His conviction was paradoxically laid bare in his lack of expression.
"That a lot of people were gonna die if I didn't."
"They are going to die anyway," Astrid remarked neutrally. "That is the fate of everything that lives."
She watched Stark's features subtly sour.
Astrid let it last for a moment, before turning her head aside and twitching her shoulders with a faint, rueful smile, like stars fading into morning.
"But just because something is fated to end," she added, "doesn't mean it isn't worth trying to make it last. And just because the cosmos doesn't care doesn't mean that we shouldn't."
Astrid sighed, fatigue pressing back in behind her closed eyelids.
"I'm selfish, you know," she confessed wearily. "Far more so than you- no, I am," she pre-emptively cut him off, hearing a scuff of jeans and cotton and raising a palm to halt him. "Truth in all things, remember? I am. It's just that there are people that I love. Things that I am invested in. And they make the universe feel beautiful enough to be worth- living in. Living for. That's all."
They were the things that she kept gathered close, spoken as a mantra when she most needed them, fingers pressed to her lips as thought to catch them like sun-warmed pearls.
Surgical scars. Greenwich Village in the bloom of spring. Rain over a cityscape. Freshly brewed tea. The crowded streets of Kathmandu. Centuries-old carved stone. Daddy's smile. Crisp heels on marble and asphalt. The way that the structure of neuron webs in the brain resembles networks of galaxies. A conversation with a stranger. Light on water of the floating markets in Madripoor. The hum of string instruments. The taste of magic as it snaps into place. Billions upon billions of worlds, and lives, and souls.
And now-
For a moment, dangerously, Astrid let herself think of him.
She summoned up the shifting colour of his eyes, his marble-cool skin against hers, the spine-melting tenor of his voice, as intimate as lips against her cheek- a smile as sharp and bright as the crescent moon, eyebrows winging up when he was trying and succeeding to be clever, the subtle break of vulnerability like a cracked oyster shell when he softened, revealing the ugly vulnerable parts that his armour hid.
Most beloved. Darling prince. My infinity. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.
"I'm selfish. But I try to be- fair. I don't ask for something with giving something of equal value." Astrid looked up at Stark. "What I have just told you is a truth that no one should know. It's a rule being bent. It is a weapon to wield and a source of power to be tapped, just as much as the Tesseract."
Stark smirked humourlessly.
"Nuclear power. A bomb or a generator."
She canted her head. "Well." Astrid dropped her gaze to his chest, where his arc reactor glowed through the dark cotton. "I have a fair guess at which you would choose, Dr Stark."
And we both know what Fury chose.
"Is that the reason you told me?"
"Mm, not the only reason," she conceded with a wry grin. "Maybe someday I'll tell you all of them."
"But not today?"
Like a dull needle against her back, Astrid felt something press into her awareness.
"Not today." Her eyes slid aside, indicating the hallway behind her, dropping into an ominous whisper. "Time's up."
Stark's brow creased faintly, following her line of sight.
Astrid saw the moment that the newcomer turned the corner. Stark's mask pressed seamlessly back into place, flush against his features.
"Agent Romanoff," he called, in an amiable lilt that slanted towards mockery, sharp as vinegar.
Astrid smiled briefly, before glancing over her shoulder, falling into a serene inscrutability.
A set of neat, balletic footsteps- toe, heel, toe, heel- suddenly became audible, as though they always had been.
Astrid barely refrained from rolling her eyes, tongue pressed against the back of her teeth.
Natasha Romanoff, Natalia Romanova, had performed a costume change since she had last seen her. The flexible, reinforced armour of her sleek bodysuit had been replaced with civilian threads, the fitted jeans, ankle boots, scoop-neck shirt, and open camel leather jacket coordinated into an ensemble of generic city chic. The neutral palette was formulated to set off the iron-oxide gloss of her cropped curls, flouncing with each turn of her head, framing porcelain features, large sage eyes hemmed with mascara, and a full, plush mouth- casting her somewhere between sultry and doll-like, velvet and marble, espresso and caramel.
Natasha Romanoff was whatever the observer preferred to see.
Astrid could not fathom why SHIELD thought that she was a good choice as her handler.
"Stark."
Romanoff's voice was low, warm, textured, like the silken rasp of a sugar scrub. Her expression held a mirror to Stark's, maintaining just enough pleasantry to convey slight derision, before turning her chin towards Astrid.
Her eyes brightened slightly, like a natural spring struck by sunlight.
Astrid gazed back, unimpressed.
"Alethia." Natasha greeted her with the bright tentativeness of someone handling an antique glass artifact. "You ready?"
"I know my way to the bridge, Agent Romanoff," Astrid said, light as silk, turning in place to stand side-on between the two Avengers, "you didn't have to come and collect me."
"You still have to examine the Tesseract device," Romanoff replied, with that coy half-quirk of her lips that Astrid assumed that others found enigmatic and alluring. All that she could see was a breathing blankness, an automated response, the person behind it somewhere else entirely. "We can head up as soon as you're done."
"You're a little late to the party, Agent," Stark interjected, crisp as fresh paper.
Astrid turned her head towards him, a bubble of glee threatening to crack through her fragile calm.
"It's a wrap." Stark bought his hands together for emphasis, like a clapperboard at the end of shooting a scene. "We're done."
Astrid glanced back at Romanoff, who arched an eyebrow.
She could see her scenting for blood in the water.
Too late.
"That was fast."
"She is," Stark agreed easily, unasked. "Took her for a test drive. The not-agent handles well. Was actually wondering if Fury might be willing to lease her out, maybe on a weekend basis."
Astrid felt her mouth twitch at the provocation- one that was clearly not intended for her.
The offhand comment was a fistful of ignited firecrackers, lit up into a flash-bang smokescreen. She could already feel the attention glancing off her, deflected, leaving her uninterrogated.
It was- generous of him. A sleight of hand that tucked the missing card up Astrid's sleeve.
This one. I am going to look out for this one.
"Don't go scaring her, Stark," Romanoff reproached, retaining a lilt of playful levity that smoothed its course. "We'll end up having words."
"Dr Stark was a perfect gentleman," Astrid found herself saying, a little too sharply. Romanoff turned to her with a blink, and she quickly reined her tongue in. "He and Dr Banner were very gracious about my intruding."
Romanoff gazed into her, mouth slightly pursed, the flick of her irises calculating.
Not for the first time, Astrid mused that Romanoff was far more assassin than spy.
Another, less familiar thought crossed her mind, of how different green eyes could be. Romanoff's verdigris tones were dusted out closer to grey, like the stems of a lavender plant- and where his caught into clear malachite with the shifting of light and a dash of mana, Romanoff's were a flat plate, save for a tiny irregular pinwheel of hazel near her pupil.
When Astrid was in a generous mood, she could find a way to call it endearingly human.
"Well. I know you well enough to know you're not just being polite," Romanoff conceded, an impish glitter in her expression.
Which has absolutely nothing to do with what your boss kidnapped me for, naturally. No, Natalia- it's not my inability to speak anything but truth, it's all you taking the time to get to know me. How blessed I am by your care and perceptiveness and stars above, I cannot wait to crawl into bed, I am done with the entirety of SHIELD for the day-
"Guess you're off the hook, Stark," Romanoff continued, raising her eyebrows in his direction, before resettling on Astrid. "In that case- you ready to head up? I'm sure you want to get some rest in your own bed."
My own bed. Hilarious.
Rather than dignify the thoughtless faux pas with a response, Astrid turned back to Stark, projecting as much bland graciousness as she dared.
"A pleasure to meet you, Dr Stark."
"Likewise," he replied, eyes steady and careful, the lilt in his words disingenuously flippant. "And, hey. If you're ever in business for a career change- hit up Stark Tower. Midtown Manhattan. Can't miss it, even if it's missing a few letters from the signage these days."
Astrid let her mien warm, just barely, like the thawing rays of morning.
"I will bear that in mind."
With a slight nod of farewell, and without waiting for Romanoff, Astrid stepped out from between the two Avengers, and cut towards the closest lift with access to the bridge- one that was, quite coincidentally, suddenly back in full working order.
-
[PREVIOUS] | [MASTERLIST] | [NEXT]
13 notes
·
View notes