Sif watched as Steve landed angry blow after angry blow on the hanging bag. She eyed it curiously as it seemed to withstand his strength for the most part. She didn’t think the mortals had anything like that. If only she still had her strength, it might be satisfying to use it to let out her own frustrations.

“Wow. You have a lot of anger for a mortal. You’d do well on Asgard.” Sif stated, stepping forward as the Captain heaved his breaths and stared at the pile of sand that had exploded from the bag.

“Walk a mile in my shoes and you’d be angry too.” He panted out, not turning to face the former Goddess.

She balked, “Do you think you’re the only one lost? We are all lost. You’re from a different time, but I’m from a different world. This is all familiar to you or easy to decipher. I know nothing of this world. It’s primitive compared to my home. I have no powers, no standing, no idea as to what I’m supposed to do here. I don’t know who I am without that.” Sif paused to take a breath, her emotions rising in her chest and choking her voice. She started to walk away, almost to the door when she paused and turned back to Steve. “ That is lost.”