It was on your average New York city morning that started with a small brawl with the Avengers team when Loki noticed someone new on the battlefield. He grinned, green eyes glinting mischievously. How nice, a new dance partner just for him... And a redhead, too. He did always have a thing for pretty firey ladies. He still focused his attacks on the others, those whose fighting style he was more accustomed to. It gave him a chance to see how she acted on the battlefield and it didn't take long until he realised that she was more defensive than aggressive and had some healing powers that were, he had to admit, quite nice for a human. She seemed to lack aggressive power and didn't seem to be at home on the battlefield yet, but he was about to put that theory to the test. Loki created an illusion of himself to distract any others who wanted a piece of him and manouvered himself behind her rather quickly, before she would have a chance to catch on, although she did seem to be focused on helping some poor, poor peasant at the moment. He introduced himself with a soft cough to distract her and sneered at her. "Well, what do we have here? Another little pup that thinks they belong on a battlefield..."