Valkyrie smirked, clearly pleased as she took aim. It hadn't been a request, though she had a sense he'd acquiesce. Keeping fish in her room was a recipe--literally, if her ghost was in a cooking mood--for disaster. "Honestly. Asgard can breed wolves the size of mountains and I'm to believe that these fish don't have it in them to grow beyond an inch."

One shot--one down. She didn't wait for instructions because why bother? Toddlers could grasp it. "Though, given that pitiful size Stark was reduced to..."