"Warm," was the immediate word that surpassed Lana's lips when Bruce asked her to describe the feeling Loki's healing caused. The soft green shimmer danced around her wound as Loki, with furrowed eyebrows and a concentrated look on his face, worked on the wound, the scab slowly disappearing and leaving behind nothing but a red mark. Bruce hummed in reply, observing the process curiously until Loki pulled away.

"It's gone," Lana realised impressed, running a finger over the thin, red skin.

"It was never supposed to be there," Loki muttered, returning to the unimpressed and distant look he generally wore when around members of the team.

"Fascinating," Bruce breathed out, turning to Loki.

"And how are you feeling? Does this affect the healing of your wounds?" he asked, apparently entirely forgetting who he was talking to.

"Why?" Loki asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"Thor said your magic can tire you out if used excessively," Bruce explained; "I'm assuming there's magic involved in the healing of your wounds, so if you used that magic on Lana's wound..."

"Thor tells many tales. Not all of them are to be perceived as the truth, and I advise you to remember as much," Loki told sharply, making Lana smile and shake her head at him.

"Alright, well, I was just curious," Bruce excused, sensing he wasn't going to tell him more than he would have to. A tone sounded and Lana jumped down from the table, pulling her phone from her back pocket.

"Oh, it's Sarah!" she stated happily; "Are we done?"

"Yeah, I don't see why not," Bruce told, shrugging slightly. Lana smiled in return, quickly turning to Loki.

"Thank you for healing me, Loki," she told, receiving only a slight nod in reply. Before the call could end she answered it, heading towards the door.

"I just saw an article about William and his business on my feed, but he's not answering his phone, so I'm going to give you thirty seconds to tell me before I click the link and get mad at you for letting me find out on Facebook," Sarah offered, her words rushing through the speaker as Lana closed the door to the lab behind her. Just as she did, something she recognised as a portal appeared on the floor in front of her.

"William and I started a business selling door locks," Lana explained quickly, pressing her lips together in annoyance as she jumped over it and continued her conversation unaffected.

"Oh, well thank you for telling me so I didn't have to find out through an online newspaper," Sarah said so pleasantly it was either sincere or highly sarcastic.

"You are so very welcome, bestie," Lana told, smiling sarcastically even though it couldn't be seen through the phone.

"So, door locks, huh?" Sarah asked as Lana entered her and Bucky's room, entirely ignoring Bucky on the couch.

"Well, it started out with the door lock, but William wanted to develop a line of products, so we're actually focusing on a subscription concept, so you can buy the locks and alarms and all, but if you pay the subscription fee it'll unlock a bunch of other features," Lana explained, bringing her laptop with her to the bed.

"You little capitalist," Sarah commented amusedly.

"Relax, the product itself has a very fair markup, and the subscription is meant for larger companies so they can see who unlocked which door when and that kind of stuff, they can afford it," Lana told, managing a smile as well as an eye roll as she opened her laptop; "I'll invite you to like our Facebook page."

Quickly jumping onto Facebook, Lana clicked Mateo Security Systems and invited Sarah to like it, just seconds later getting a notification that she had done so.

"Holy crap, Lana, this is a lot of likes," Sarah commented shocked.

"I know, right?" she agreed with a smile.

"How long has this been along? What about William's job? What about your job?".

"We launched this Monday, but we've been working on getting it ready for lunch for a few weeks," Lana explained, lying down on the bed and looking at the white ceiling above.

"A few weeks?! And you didn't think to tell me?" Sarah cried.

"I did think to tell you, I just figured William had already told you!" Lana excused it, raising the arm not used for holding the phone and stretching her fingers aimlessly.

"William has been impossible to reach lately," Sarah complained.

"Well, he's been busy. You know how he gets caught up in his projects," Lana reminded her.

"Uh, yeah, but I didn't know there was a project! I thought he was still working at Stark Industries! And speaking of, didn't you, like, just get a job at SHIELD?" Sarah continued.

"Yes, but I'm a very good multitasker, I can suck at two things at once," Lana assured, rolling to her stomach and getting up on her elbows.

"Oh, yeah, to think you only managed to get 300 thousand followers. What a nitwit you are," Sarah agreed.

"Considering the goal of 500, yeah, kinda," Lana agreed, almost laughing at Sarah's loud scoff.

"You are an absolute tosser, you know that, right?" Sarah checked.

"So I've been told," Lana mused, opening her inbox and sighing internally at the ridiculous amount of emails received by each account. She'd managed to get a secretary on board and someone to be in charge of customer service, but there had yet to be anyone hired under them, and two were simply not enough people for the job.

"But seeing as I already know that, I might just be willing to forgive you for not having told me yet," Sarah offered; "On one condition!"

"Anything. Except for a ton of stuff. So some things. Maybe. You know what, why don't you just tell me what you want?" Lana corrected herself, typing 'HR MANAGER!!!!!!' in the title felt of an email, quickly wording that she needed the secretary to forward any possible qualified candidates to her personal email so she could get onto that, adding at the end that she was sure the secretary was plenty qualified to make the right calls about the applicants.

"Invite me over there when I can get time off work and show me around your office. I'm assuming you have an office?" she added unsurely.

"You know, we considered it, but having over fifty people squished together in William's tiny apartment was just too good of an offer to pass up on," Lana told her.

"You have fifty employees already? Jesus, you've only been up for, like, four days," Sarah pointed out impressed.

"Yes, and we thought about some sort of teambuilding excursion, but then we decided to all share William's four chairs, and sharing a single chair with 10 other people really brings you together," Lana continued.

"Just for that snarky attitude, I'm bringing Colin and Annie along," Sarah told Lana proudly.

"Oh, no, I hate seeing my friends!" Lana agreed, horrified.

"I think you will, actually, because they're officially together now, so it's constant PDA and it's minging," Sarah told, making puking sounds.

"Ew, gross," Lana agreed; "Though, we've tried worse. Remember when we went camping and they shared a tent and we could hear the-"

"Lana, I'm begging you, don't finish that sentence," Sarah interrupted, Lana laughing soundlessly at the uncomfortableness she'd caused her friend.

"So, they're back together, huh?" she asked, doing a rough sorting of the applicants the secretary had forwarded her already.

"Yup. Colin says it's for good this time, too," Sarah told.

"Well, that's good. What does Annie say?" Lana asked curiously, happy when she reloaded the tab and no new emails appeared in that inbox, meaning they were down to five possibilities.

"She says he's her lobster," Sarah told.

"Well, tell her the fishes fly at midnight," Lana replied, shrugging as she emailed the secretary to arrange interviews with the five she'd picked out of her suggestions.

"What?" Sarah asked confused.

"Oh, I thought we were just talking codswallop," Lana replied as she hit enter.

"What? No," Sarah answered weirdly; "It's a reference, you know, friends."

"Know of them. I have yet to experience having one, but I'm thinking next year might be my year, so I'm very excited," Lana told her, shutting the laptop to focus on the conversation.

"First of all, rude, second, the tv-show, you daft slag," Sarah explained; "It just means they're meant to be together."

"Oh, if only there was a way to say that without referencing crustacean," Lana commented dryly.

"You're focusing on the entirely wrong thing, you know," Sarah scolded.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry. But you do know lobsters don't stay together for life, right? They do serial monogamy and only stay with their mate for about two weeks," Lana informed her friend helpfully.

"How do you suddenly know so much about lobsters?" Sarah asked surprised.

"They have five pairs of legs, but only three have claws," Lana informed instead of answering the question.

"Good to know," Sarah replied, seemingly accepting it; "But it still fits, because last time they were together for life, it lasted about a week and a half."

"That short?"

"But I wouldn't put it past them to make the other their background this time," Sarah added as a selling point.

"How romantic," Lana commented sarcastically.

"Speaking of romance, how's Bucky?" Sarah asked instead.

"I dunno, let me ask," Lana told, moving her phone slightly away from her ear and looking at Bucky; "Hey, James, how are you?"

"The sound of your voice makes me miss when you were kidnapped," he replied without missing a beat.

"He's great!" Lana translated, bringing her phone back to her ear.

"That's good, but why is he in your room?" Sarah asked with a short laugh.

"He's always in my room, I can't get him to leave," Lana explained.

"My room," Bucky muttered from the couch, making Lana smile at the back of his head until she realised something.

"Wait, why is that speaking of..." Lana asked, only then comprehending what had inspired Sarah to ask.

"You know exactly why," Sarah claimed, not bothering to hide the smug tone in her voice.

"No, I definitely don't," Lana told her decidedly.

"Alright. Do you think he likes you back?" Sarah asked instead, not bothering to argue with her stubborn friend.

"I think you suck," Lana replied flatly.

"You're no fun," Sarah told dryly.

"I'm great fun," Lana disagreed.