fosterisms:
jane feels extremely exposed. she doesn’t understand how anyone can dress like this. not that the dress wasn’t beautiful but it just isn’t her style, but she promised the telepath emma that she would wear it. so here she suffers.
she sips at her champagne as she tugs at the bottom of her dress, but to no avail it isn’t getting any longer. huffing out a soft sigh, jane reaches for another glass of champagne when a waiter waltz pass with a tray.
▕ ▏ “bottoms up. ”
“Guten Abend,” Kurt spotted Ms. Jane Foster from not so far away. The moment he arrived, he sought for both her and Carol Danvers, he would do his best by showing them around and making them feel comfortable.
“I hope I’m not interrupting,” He added carefully. “My name is Kurt Wagner. Are you Jane Foster?” He just wanted to make sure he knew who she was. “I’ll be your host for tonight.”








