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#janefosterweek day 5: respect
“And this is Jane Foster, my intern for the summer.”
“Bit of a looker, isn’t she?” chortled Dr Richards. “Selvig, you old dog!”
Jane flushed, pasting a smile on. “Please to meet you,” she lied. “Your work on astrophysics is among the top in the field,” she added more truthfully. She’d based several projects on his research and had been so excited to finally meet him in person.
“Always nice to meet a fan,” he smiled. “Jean, wasn’t it?”
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jane foster week: ↳ day six: Jane in Thor: Ragnarok
Jane Foster Week Day Six
.06 Jane in Ragnarok
“Dr. Foster, over here!”
“Ms. Foster, can you comment on Thor’s absence during the Sokovia Accords?”
“Do you know anything about his current whereabouts!”
“Dr. Foster!”
“Dr. Foster!”
Jane slammed the door in the reporter’s face. She might have pushed too hard and whacked him in the nose. If she did, she hoped it hurt.
They banged on her door for a few more seconds before giving up and returning to their hiding places in the bushes. Jane’s new lab would be all over the internet by tomorrow accompanied by inane headlines.
‘Former Girlfriend of Thor Living In Lab.’
‘Jane Foster’s Single Life. Does She Miss Her Godly Lover?’
‘Scientist Makes Strides in Interdimensional Travel But Who Cares About That Let’s Talk About Her Dating Life!’
A camera flash went off at the window. Jane rushed over to pull the shades down, then proceeded to do the same for every other window in her lab/temporary living arrangments, plunging the lab into darkness.
“That’s it,” Jane seethed as she slid to the floor beside the kitchen window. “I’m putting in a security system.”
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Summary: An archive that tells the stories of Jane Foster and her adventures discovering the universe beyond Yggdrasil.
Jane’s eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when Amy announces she’s just received a high-priority message from Earth.
Her ears perk up. High priority messages are rare, requiring collaboration between Asgard and Earth to share the power load. She’s been waiting for a data packet on the globular cluster she passed three weeks ago. There were some odd gravitational pockets she’d been unable to interpret; maybe the scientists on Earth have had better luck at last.
“Read it.”
“It is a notification from the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences. You have been awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics. Shall I read the entire letter to you?”
Jane Foster Week Day Seven
.07 Free Day
Jane was on another planet. She knew it because the sky was orange and the sea was red. The mountains appeared to be upside down, balanced perfectly on the tips because physics here was broken. A bird flew overhead, or at least what Jane assumed was a bird. It looked more like a flying rat. It landed on a purple tree and squawked before licking the bottom side of its leg.
A crowd of humanoids surrounded Jane. They had already been there when Jane stepped through the hole in spacetime her bridge created, at least fifty by her count. They varied in height but stayed within normal human parameters. Their skin was pale like the aliens in that Star Trek parody movie Darcy made her watch, but instead of plain black, they sported multiple hair colors like they had dunked their heads in paint cans. They had no extra eyes or appendages growing out of their backs. No antennae or tentacles, at least as far as she could see. They didn’t sprout fangs or devour her and they didn’t care her away to jail for trespassing on their planet. For now and unless proven otherwise, Jane assumed they were friendly.
“Hi there,” she said, nervously waving. “I’m Jane Foster. Nice to meet you.”
They smiled at her. Literally all of them at the same time. The effect was creepy, but not overly so. One man stepped out of the crowd and took her by the hand. He felt warm enough despite his skin’s deathly pallor.
“Hello, Jane Foster. You may call me Jenzen” he said, kissing her hand. “We are so glad you’re here. We’ve waited ages for you to arrive.”
Jane stared at him. Was he confusing her for someone else? “I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to reach your planet. I’m a scientist and I was testing something called a-”
“Einstein-Rosen Bridge.” Jenzen’s smile widened, as did those of his compatriots. “Yes, we were told you would arrive in such a fashion.”
“….by who?”
“Our former king before his death,” a woman piped in as she stood beside Jenzen. They wore identical pendants around their necks which Jane assumed was their societies version of wedding rings. “He died without an heir, and so he looked into the future and declared our new ruler would come to us on a bridge like a rainbow, and she’d call it an Einstein Rosen bridge.”
“New ruler…” Jane had heard pretty much nothing after those two words. “Did you say new ruler… as in the person who rules you guys?”
“We have spent the last ten years preparing for this day,” said the woman. She had tears in her eyes as she and her husband knelt before Jane. “We cannot tell you how overjoyed we are that you’ve come to us, at last, my Queen.”
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#janefosterweek day 2: quote
“Remember kids, the only difference between Science and screwing around is writing it down” ~Adam Savage, Mythbusters
Jane Foster of Stark Industries was proud to say that she was perfectly normal, thank you very much. She wasn’t the last person you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or dangerous. That was Zelenka, down the hall, and he was the most boring person in the building. Nor was she the first person. Her lab was smack bang in the middle for number of ‘incidents’. That made her normal, right?
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Summary: Collection of my Jane Foster Week stories. An archive that tells the stories of Jane Foster and her adventures discovering the universe beyond Yggdrasil.
“She will not—” fuzzy crackles of static cut Thor off mid-sentence, “—threat is gone, Jane.”
“Thor,” she pushes her hair off her forehead for what feels like the thirtieth time that conversation, “you’re not listening to me. There is a wolf silhouette spanning six solar systems right in front of me. I can see it from two light years away! You’re telling me that isn’t a sign?”
“Hela is gone,” she can’t tell how much he heard, because his answer is always the same. “I destroyed her myself. You were there.”
“I know,” she flinches. Memories of Ragnarok are not pleasant for either of them to recall, “But she’s the Goddess of Death, Thor. Can’t you admit that there’s even a slight chance she survived?”
Dead static fills the monitor, the brilliant white-blue of electricity. The Tesseract is the only energy source strong enough to power this little video chat, but even it can’t offer crystal-clear reception eight hundred light years away. So they’re stuck, fighting lag and ionic interference like trying to Skype from Barrow, Alaska, when the fate of the frickin’ universe hangs on this goddamn call going through.
jane foster week: ↳ day four: favourite appearance
#janefosterweek day 3: au
(in which the author takes the MCU, comics canon, fanon, and smushes them)
“Jane! You won’t believe what happened!”
Jane scrunched her eyes tighter and buried her face in her pillow. “G’way Darcy,” she muttered.
“You gotta get up in ten minutes anyway,” Darcy insisted. With no reaction from her roommate, she sighed. “Fine.”
Jane sighed in contentment and settled back into her bed, only for her eyes to shoot open as a steaming mug was passed beneath her nose. “Coffee?”
Darcy smirked. “Thought that would work.” She held the mug out of Jane’s grasping fingers. “Nuh-uh, you gotta be sitting up. Spilling coffee in bed in the worst.”
Jane manoeuvred herself upright and took the mug greedily. Halfway through chugging it down, she paused. “What were you saying before?”
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Summary: An archive that tells the stories of Jane Foster and her adventures discovering the universe beyond Yggdrasil.
When Jane comes home, she comes home. To Earth.
NASA coordinates everything two months in advance, and her arrival goes exactly to script. At two forty-five in the afternoon, she sets the cruiser down in an isolated field outside of Topeka, Kansas. The closest anyone is allowed to wait is outside a half-mile landing zone, though she’s heard some of the press have attached military scopes on their cameras so they can still catch the historic image of her arrival. But she isn’t the one everyone sees; Jane lies low in the cruiser while a body double emerges from beneath the hulking vessel and waves shyly to the crowd.
Jane, inside the ship and a half-mile away, can hear the crowd’s cheering. The deception will be announced eventually, but for now, Jane’s glad of another few days’ anonymity. It’s strange enough to see the sun, grass, and sky again, and those are all inanimate objects that want nothing from her.
A mob of seven hundred fifty thousand is pure, undiluted, grasping chaos.
Jane Foster/Stephen Strange
Stephen Strange is very interested in meeting the only other human to ever wield an Infinity Stone…
jane foster week: ↳ day seven: free day
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Jane Foster Week - Day 7 - Free Day
I have written so many versions of this interaction, but I had a thought that maybe the MCU version of Jane!Thor (IF IT WILL EVER HAPPEN WHICH I AM SUPER DUPER SKEPTICAL ABOUT HONESTLY) it’d be closer to Donald Blake!Thor- i.e. a physical disability rather than cancer.
Plus, it’s nice to basically give Thor a lot of side eye for being kind of a dick.
Jane spotted him at the back, standing against the wall right up at the top of the hall. None of the students turned to notice it, they were all either taking notes or listening to her. She managed to keep going, even knowing he was there. She was pretty proud of herself.
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Summary: An archive that tells the stories of Jane Foster and her adventures discovering the universe beyond Yggdrasil.
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” – Maya Angelou
When Jane doesn’t know what else to do, she works. When she knows precisely what to do, she still works. Work is what she’s good at, what she knows. It’s what she’s always done.
But even she can’t work twenty-four hours a day. Not even when she’s making scientific strides every time she cracks open her laptop and she can gorge herself on information until she’s sick with it. It’s too much. The sheer overwhelming data load towers above her, a mountain higher than Everest; she’ll never be able to scale it alone.
Jane Foster/Brock Rumlow
The last of the Soulmate Shorts written for Jane Foster Week.
jane foster week: ↳ day five: respect
“Everyone thinks she’s on the fringe of science and that she’s this kook, so this is her opportunity to prove herself” (Natalie Portman)
Or, the evolution of Doctor Jane Foster’s reputation
