With Steve's tasks handled and Blaze's confession given, Natasha can't help the moment of drifting loss while she stares off past the light of the torches. What she'll do if Steve doesn't keep it together until Winter is over. What she could possibly do to try and protect Blaze. It would be a ludicrous thought that someone as powerful as the Guardian would need a mortal's protection if her potential opponent wasn't Loki.

And it is still ludicrous. Because Natasha can't think of a simple thing she could do.

But standing around feeling sorry for herself won't help anyone. There has to be something. She simply hasn't thought of it yet.

"But I will." There's no other choice but to rely on her wits. Roll with the punches. The movement beyond the torches catches her eye and Natasha pushes herself away from the wall. Her heart whispers 'Loki' and her feet move before she's even aware of it. It won't take her long at all to reach the edge of the torch line. She doesn't bother to go for her weapon. It wouldn't do any good against a god. But he's always had an ego. These holier than thou types always seem to.

It's a risk. It's reckless.

Natasha passes the torch line and calmly strides out into the darkness that lies beyond. Her senses strain to follow the trail being left for her.