Hi! I'm Jane Foster, although apparently I've been called "that Midgardian woman" (lovingly, I'm sure). I'll try to keep the intro short! I'm a fairly intelligent woman who used to work in astrophysics, but after a bizarre encounter, I began working for S.H.I.E.L.D. (Unfortunately, I don't think there's really a job title for what I do there.) Now my days are pretty much unpredictable and filled with shenanigans or witty banter - but mostly both. If you want to know more, please consider gaining superpowers. Kidding! Just sort through my blog, I'm sure you'll learn a thing or two âș tracking tag: janeofmidgard
I have been gone awhile. Actually, that's an understatement, I've been gone for forever. Fortunately I'm back, and I just wanted to let all of my followers who are still around know that I'm back and I'm about to do a complete overhaul of my character and blog.
Clint didnât say much as he listened to the brunette talk. Although he did follower her into the living room, backpack, quiver, and bow back over his shoulder; before he dropped it down at one end of the couch. âTrust me, beats sleepinâ in a tree.â
Jane looked at her friend quizzically, her head cocked to the side as she tried to figure out whether Clint was joking or not. Well, there was only one way she was going to figure it out. "Are you joking? What are you, a bird?" Jane laughed loudly at her joke and punched Clint lightly on the arm.
He shook his head some and smiled. âCouch is fine, really.â Hell of a lot better than where I have been sleeping. What he said and what he thought were entirely different, and maybe keeping more of the dark horrors of his life was better.Â
"Thanks for offering a place." A week should be enough time to find a different place, other than another damn homeless shelter. The archer seriously needed to start verbalizing what he was thinking, give her a better idea of what he was going through, but that didnât mean he would.Â
Although he still chuckled at her last statement. âNothinâ with you is weird, Jay-bird.â
"Well then, I'd better get the couch set up!" said Jane as she walked toward her bedroom. She opened her closet and grabbed a pillow and a few sheets, and carried them into the living room. "Oh, just wait until I tell Erik about this, he'll be thrilled!"
Jane tucked the sheets into the couch and the straightened up, her hands resting on her hips. "Sorry it's not the most comfortable thing ever, but it's something."
Hello followers! Thanks for sticking with me, even as I drop off the map here and there. I took a break to fix up my main blog (it would be awesome if you could check it out and tell me what you think - no follow necessary!), and then some family stuff went down (doesn't it always?).
Anyway, tl;dr I love you guys, can't wait to get back to some RP therapy!
Okay so SOPA is back, guys. This time itâs trying to make streaming copyrighted material a felony. Do you know what that means? It means you can be charged and even do jail time for
Making fanart
Covering a song
If thereâs a song on on the background of a video, it still counts
Writing fanfictionÂ
Thereâs a petition to stop it from happening, and it still needs 82,000 signatures so please sign it here.
Congress, stop trying to make SOPA happen. Itâs not gonna happen.
Blue eyes widened and he blinked a few times to clear up the confusion, wrapping one arm around her waist while the other held the glass away; keeping it from getting damaged.Â
He was only going to be in town for a few days unless he could pick up a job and a place to stay, then he would be back. But without a brother or family in general he was homeless. Stealing to even get by. But instead of telling her that he set the glass down on the counter and wrapped his other arm around her waist, nuzzling into her hair.
Jane took his silence as a confirmation, mostly because she was too afraid to think otherwise, to lose him again. Reluctantly, she let go of her friends, smiling widely as she spoke. "You could stay with me until you find a place of your own," suggested Jane, speaking at about a million miles a minute. "I know it's not a big place, but the couch is really comfortable. I mean, even if couches aren't really your thing, my bed is definitely big enough for two - at least for a week or so."Â
Suddenly she stopped, backtracking while her face turned a deep shade of pink. "Unless that's weird. Because it is. It's totally weird isn't it."
The archer chuckled at the memory and the new analogy and shook his head some. Staying young forever would mean when he was eleven, before his brother started to become hella distant. âOnly weâd actually be the robbers.â
With a slight smile he took the glass and looked down at the swirling liquid. âCoulda been worse.â He shrugged and downed the whiskey in one drink. The alcohol stung his throat and numbed his mind slightly, helping push back some of the issues he was having. âIf I ever find him.âÂ
"Alright, let's change the subject to something a little brighter - like, how long are you in town? Wait, you're not moving back are you?" asked Jane, her eyes widening in excitement. "Oh God, I'm so glad you're back!" Jane jumped into Clint's arms, throwing hers around his neck, completely forgetting about the glass of whiskey he held in his hand.
I need feminism because I wasted 18 years of my life thinking that there was something wrong with me because I couldnât hold a relationship with a boy for more than a couple days.
The media, my friends, and even the adults in my life continue to tell me and other women that our goal, our endgame, is to settle down in a healthy committed relationship. It took me 18 freaking years to realize that I was an aromantic greysexual, that I didnât want a relationship, and that there is nothing wrong with that.
We need feminism because young girls shouldnât be told they need a relationship to be happy and fulfilled individuals.
We need feminism because young girls should be given the freedom, they should be encouraged to learn about themselves in their own way.
We need feminism because we shouldnât need to fight for this, it should be common sense.
Without realizing it he leaned into her touch, but jolted back slightly when she withdrew and followed her the rest of the way into the kitchen. âI wouldâve⊠If I hadnât been in trouble with the law during that time.â Clint thought over the options and legal or not chose the last one. âWhiskey. ânâ I didnât want to drag you into the legal bs that came with being a fugitive.â
She saw his point, but she wouldn't tell Clint that. "Why not? It could've been just like old times, playing cops and robbers in the street outside my house. Only we would have been driving real cars instead of bicycles!" laughed Jane as she poured him a tumbler full of whiskey. When she turned back to face him, her smile fell. "I'm sorry you had such a rough time, Clint. I wish we could've stayed young forever."
Jane handed him the glass and ran a hand through her hair. "When you find your brother, you let me know, okay? I owe him a punch in the face"
"Only good things, I hope," laughed Jane, tucking her hair behind her ears. "Well anyway, here I am - the brains behind the brawn! But who exactly are you?â
"Like anyone would have the guts tâ talk badly about a gods lady." Ian teased before he nodded his head. "But yes, plenty good things, lass." He took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked it away before offering Jane his hand with a grin. "Iâm agent Ian McCarthy."
Jane thought for a moment, trying to remember if she had ever heard that name before, or even seen him in passing. "Are you new? I don't think I've seen you around these parts before," she said with a wink.
He nodded along with what she had to say and nodded. âYeah, you always liked astronomy more.â At her second comment and her basically telling him to stop being cryptic he glanced away again. He gestured absently to the bow and arrow set resting with his stuff. âKnow how when I was five ânâ people saw my skills with a bow and arrow? Well as I got older, ânâ before I fell off the radar, Barney had me train in that ânâ sent me to a few camps⊠Well when I got back from the latest one he was up and gone.â Clint shrugged. âSaid he had been offered a job and had to leave. I had to drop out of school to get some money to pay rent ânâ somewhere along the lines I ended up homeless.âÂ
"You could have come to me," replied Jane softly. "You can always come to me. I thought you knew that." She laid her hand on his arm and bit her bottom lip before turning to find a clean cup. "Well, it makes no difference now - do you want some tea? Hot chocolate? Whiskey?"