"A date," she says, as if she's testing the word. It does feel a bit strange on her tongue, almost heavy, a physical thing, though not in a bad way. She supposes she and Loki have gone out in a manner that can be considered a date, though for awhile, they were simply planning on meeting places and going from there, fumbling over their own idiocies. She hadn't minded that, just as she hadn't minded graduating to proper plans.

Just as she doesn't mind this.

"You know, if you were doing all this properly, you'd have to ask Odin for his permission," she tells Bucky, leaning closer to him, amusement still lighting up her eyes. "You'd have to attend the palace and make your intentions clear. Although, given who I am, I'd have already been sneaking out behind his back to meet you."