Okay warning! This isn't very accurate to the Avengers timeline and story, but I just really wanted to write some fluff soooo do with this what you will. Everything in the bonus chapters are canon unless otherwise specified.

"A beach?" I ask, tilting my head to the side in confusion. "Oh my god, you've never been to a beach?" Nat asks. I have been on Midgard for about a week and a half, and a lot of the other agents are trying hard to make me feel at home. They don't know I'm from another planet, but they know I'm not from New York
"Okay, everyone! Swimsuits on! We are going to the beach!" Nat yells to Steve, Tony, and Clint. Steve and Tony murmur something to each other I don't understand, but they both share a high fave and turn to us. "We're in."

"A swimsuit? I do not own such thing." I tell Nat. She looks at me, mocking a mortified expression. "Change of plans, first were gonna go buy her a swimsuit, then we're going swimming. Chop chop, get em on boys." Nat yells out, running to her chambers. I tilt my head in confusion as people run to their personal quarters to change into swimmers.

When Nat exits her room first she wears shorts with a sleeveless top on. Tony exits wearing strange blue ones with Midgardian flamingos on them. "Nice shorts, Tony." Clint says. "You got a problem, Katniss?" Tony says to Clint, Nat bits back a smile but Steve and I share the same confused look. "Seriously Lyra? You've never seen the Hunger Games? C'mon you're from New Jersey not Mars." Tony says rolling his eyes. I shrug.

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At the store Nat told me to try on a foreign arrangements of swimsuits, all of which would be dishonorable on my planet. "Where's the rest of it, Nat?" I call out. I look myself in the mirror, the bottoms barely cling to my hips, just as revealing as any underwears I own, if not more. The tops tie behind my back and show more cleavage than I've shown to my mirror. "That's all of it, now come out and show me. Stark put the camera away. "

"But you've given me merely undergarments?" I call out, avoiding my reflection. "No Lyra, haven't you seen a bikini before?" Nat answers. "This is a swimsuit? 'Tis disgraceful!" I say,. "Just come out and show us."

"I have not even shown my mirror this much skin! Never will I show another being!" I spat. "Come to think of it she never wears shorts or anything." I hear Clint mumble. I grumble to myself then exit the changing room, facing Nat and the others. Tony has his cellular device out, with flushed cheeks. "I like that on you, let's get it." Nat says. I turn beet red and shake my head, crossing my arms over my chest. "I have not even shown my partner this much skin, I-"

Nor will I ever

The fear of Loki being gone shot through my head and caught my tongue.
I stop, falling dead silent. I hung my head, and without another word, I swiftly turn into the changing room. "Natasha, could you maybe fetch me one less revealing?" I say, trying to keep my voice even.

Natasha Romanoff's POV

"I have not even shown my partner this much skin, I-" Lyra's words hault, and her eyes sink. Her arms fall to her sides and she nods her head down, turning into the changing room. We all exchange looks of suspicion. "Natasha, could you maybe fetch me one less revealing?" She calls from the other room. I turn and walk quickly to the other swim suits, searching for a one piece that might suffice.

Steve Rogers' POV

I wait a moment before walking to the door and knocking gently. When no one answers, I let myself in. Lyra is sitting silently on the bench, her knees tucked to in her chest, the two piece still on. Her eyes are red and puffy, but you couldn't tell she was crying from the outside of the changing room. I close the door and sit next to her. "Hey, Clovin, you okay?" I say gently. She looks to the side to meet my eyes. "I am sorry, Captian of America. I must have startled you all, I did not mean to alarm you." She says, her breathing shaky. "Please, call me Steve." I pat her bare shoulder, and I can't help but notice how warm her skin is. Suspiciously  unnaturally warm, but not to the point where it is unpleasant. "Alright, Steve." She swipes a tear from her cheek quickly, so quick I almost didn't notice. "Is he important to you? Your partner." I ask akwardly. She smiles at me and a small tear cascades down her cheek. "He was." She says.

"Was?" I press, but immediately wish I would choose my words more carefully. "He... perished." She adds, her voice quiet and breathless, filled with mourning and still fresh pain, but she still seemed hopeful in a way. Maybe she thought she may still someday see him.
I nod sadly, but I understand. Understand too much. (Here we are going to pretend Peggy's dead. Sorry not sorry) Peggy's voice still rings in my ears, and I still feel her fingers on my skin, can still feel her warm lips.... When I meet her gaze again, she still holds sadness in her gaze but now she looks at me curiously. "You mourn for someone. So you understand?" She asks. I nod. "But she, died of old age. How do you know I mourn?" I ask. Her eyes fall on the ground. "Nick told you I was peculiar, yes?" I nod, looking at her strange for calling him Nick instead of Fury. "Some of my peculiarities include empathic abilities. I can tell feelings at time to time." She says. "What other abilities do you have?" I ask her.

"Small ones. Not important." She asks, looking up at me. "Yeah?" I ask. "Can we direct the subject to something else?" She asks, her breath becoming shaky again. I nod. "Yeah."

She hesitates. I grip her shoulder gently. "I don't mean to press, I'm sorry. But I'm here for you." I say, rubbing circles on her shoulder. She relaxes under my grip and starts crying silently with relief and looks at me long and hard.

"I can't even think about his name without hating myself." She blurts out. Suddenly, her face grows bright red and she hops up, crossing her arms over her body. "P-please leave. I am indecent." She says, her eyes wide and lips pursed with embarrassment. I get up and leave quickly, closing the door behind me. I turn to see Tony and Clint still waiting on Nat. "You seem flushed, Cap'n." Tony says snickering. "Wait, you kissed her didn't you?" Clint adds. "W-what? No! I was just checking on her. Tony stop recording." I say. Tony snickers and sticks his phone in his pocket.

Nat comes back with a swimsuit and walks to the door of the changing room. "This one is more modest, it suites you better." Nat says. A moment later Lyra walks out wearing a black one piece, this time seeming distant. "Thank you. This will do just fine."