“Don't forget hero.” Tony smirked and rose his glass towards the other two in greeting before turning his eyes back to Astrid. “Oh, we're already preacquainted. If this superhero gig doesn't work out for her, I'm definitely hiring her to cook around here.” He gave a light chuckle and sipped at his whiskey while Clint gave his own half smirk and went for a water from the nearby fridge. “I was just telling Cap that he should join the UFC. But Tasha said she's seen the girl fight before. I trust her judgment on that. And Cap's seen her strength. Can't argue there.” Astrid gave a nervous nod, secretly a little star struck. 

She wondered if maybe she should have worn something more formal than just a button down – that showed enough cleavage that Tony kept peeking – a DC hat, and daisy dukes. Well, they weren't formally dressed either. Tony looked like he was about to flop on the couch and stuff his face with popcorn and Little Debbie treats. “This place is...amazing... Thanks for getting my stuff from my apartment.” She spoke with a light Cuban accent as she turned her back on the men and slid from her seat to move and look around the place one more time. The setting sun was casting a soft pinkish purple hue over everything that made it all the more breathtaking. Behind her, Clint adopted a sly grin. While his friend Tasha had seen the girl fight, he hadn't. He just wanted to see what she was capable of. 

Tony didn't bother warning him not to, just giving a shrug and watching him creep up behind the girl. Astrid's eye twitched involuntarily as she heard the creeping footsteps, the feeling of being watched washing over her. Just as Clint's hand grabbed onto her left shoulder, she reacted immediately out of sheer instinct and grabbed it, turning around while twisting his arm and holding it there while his face contorted into pain. Without warning, she shoved her open palm against his chest as if to just push him back, but released his hand at the same time and sent him flying across the room and into the bar. 

Tony had ducked out of the way, immediately whining about his broken glasses and the loss of his alcohol. Embarrassment washed over Astrid as the elevator dinged again and Natasha stepped out with Bruce, a teenage girl that was a bit on the short and thick side, and a tall boy with a serious demeanor. Tasha's blue eyes flickered about to observe the situation before a faint smile curved on her lips. “I probably should have warned you beforehand; don't sneak up on her.” Clint grunted in reply as he staggered towards Bruce and the short girl, allowing them to check out the damage done. 

Tasha turned to see Astrid casually making her way back upstairs, but she knew the girl was horrified. There was something different about her from other people. She wasn't exactly human and there were things about her Tasha was curious to know about. She remembered watching her for two years. She was a predator then. An apex predator. But she just disappeared one day. Tasha had never been able to follow her to where she lived but she remembered that after the first two years, she hadn't seen her again for a while. When she popped back up, she was living in a crappy apartment and working as a waitress by day, an RN by night, and who knew where she went on her weekends off. She was different. Happier. Sweeter. Like a normal person her age. 

She motioned for Steve to follow, heading up the stairs and into the apprentices' dorms, down to Astrid's room. Astrid sat on her bed, forlornly petting the massive creature she called a puppy. “You alright?” Tasha already knew the answer to that. Astrid shook her head, her blonde ponytail swaying. “I could have killed him. I haven't even started training yet but I almost killed one of the Avengers. Some hero I'm turning out to be.” She gave a light sigh, knowing that it wasn't her fault. Not really. Being here was making her jumpy. She had begun to realize how many scientists and government agents there were going to be around the place on a daily basis. Humans. It made her skittish and had begun to drive her even more paranoid. “Twenty-eight. That's how many times I've broken one of his limbs or put him in the hospital just during training alone. It's fine.” Tasha smiled at her, taking a seat on the bed next to her.