Once they boarded the airborne aircraft carrier, Loki was taken away to be imprisoned.
John marveled at the flying fortress.
"Give me the handcuff key." Natasha found a S.H.I.E.L.D. staff member and asked them to unlock her cuffs.
Hearing her, John said, "No need for all that trouble."
He snapped his fingers.
"Alohomora."
Click.
The handcuffs fell to the floor.
Natasha looked at her freed wrists, then stared at John. "You did that on purpose?"
"I just suddenly remembered that I can use magic with my other hand, too."
John waved his right hand and said with a smile, "You tend to forget things when you get old."
Paired with a face as young as a high schooler's, those words weren't convincing in the slightest.
Natasha clenched her fists.
John headed farther inside. "Make me a cup of coffee, Natalie."
All right, now she really wanted to punch him.
"Natalie?" Tony gave a knowing smile when he heard that.
Natasha had used that name to infiltrate Stark Industries. Who would have thought she could go straight into Taran Industries without even changing it?
A strange feeling rose in his heart.
In unfamiliar surroundings, people always gravitated toward those they were close to.
Tony stood beside John. "I'm surprised you came."
"Same as you. A balding man came to see me, then a woman showed up." John shrugged. "They went blah, blah, blah about the end of the world or something."
"I don't remember talking like that." Natasha rubbed her right wrist, sore from wearing the handcuffs for so long, as she listened to John slander her.
"Close enough," John said.
Natasha glanced at him and walked away.
"A word of advice: don't date her." Tony patted John on the shoulder, then went to take off his armor.
Steve, who hadn't