"Make you?" That voice is pure trouble. Steve's head is snapping around so fast it's a wonder he doesn't get whiplash from the motion. Nothing good ever comes from that tone. Empires will collapse and be torn asunder by the machinations that voice has wrought.

"No, I couldn't make you do that. And Steve could stop me if I tried." The former spy takes a far too dainty sip out of her bottle and nibbles at her grilled cheese sandwich while a silence falls across the little patio chairs and table they're all sitting on and around.

Just long enough for the hope to maybe be there that she's going to let the conversation drop. Nebula is eyeing this from across the yard carefully.

"But he really couldn't stop you if you wanted to, Thor. And it is tradition."

Steve's groan is going to make anyone in earshot crane heads to see.