Goddess of Thunder

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Long tongued Liar

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She could see that her question had shifted something in the perpetually cheerful superhero in front of her. Foot in mouth, Jones. “Left you in the lurch, huh?,” she questioned with a brow lifting upwards. Her expression was polite enough but restrained. Attempting not to delve too far into unknown territory, perhaps. 

Her mention of their secret identities made the private investigator nod slightly. “That’s why I don’t have one. Still, must be nice in other ways,” she lifted her shoulders in a shrug. 

Thor grimaced, Odinson hadn’t so much left her in a lurch as she had... taken over his job when he got put on indefinite leave by Dr. Mjolnir. But then he had just left without telling anyone where he was going. And, sure, he needed to find himself again but a check in now and then would be nice; so Volstagg or Jane would know he wasn’t dead. She was going to give Odinson a stern talking to when he got back, or well Jane was going to give him a stern talking to. Secret Identities. Fun.

 “Well, Jessica Jones,” Thor’s eyes glanced at the woman before looking ahead keeping her face a straight as she could possibly muster, her voice as dry as the hills of Muspelheim. “I have to reveal it is a joy to not be accosted by friendly fellow heroes wishing to speak to me and compliment me when all I wish is for the chance carry on with my day or return to my humble abode.” 

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Jane took a deep breath of the brisk Manhattan air. Nine days. She had just spent nine days in the halls of Asgardia, desperately scrounging up support for protections for yet another refugee camp of light elves. Well, almost nine days. Jane had to sneak out more than a half dozen times at the call of Mjolnir. She had begged fatigue and Volstagg had been more than kind in giving her her privacy. Guilt still stung her tongue each time she had to lie. Jane knew how it felt to be on Volstagg’s end but she could not tell him. Not now. 

It surprised Jane how much she had missed the Midgardian city. For all its opulence and exuberance of spirit, Jane did not thrive in the Halls of Asgardia. It held joy but far too many ghosts to be called home. Mortals were now allowed in Asgardia but there was still the old feeling that they didn’t belong. It wasn’t that Midtown really fit the bill for Jane anymore either, but still. Jane pulled her hat out from the coat in her pocket, pulling it over her scarf and reddening ears. “What to do for today?” she mused aloud. It wasn’t often Jane found herself with the combination of energy and free time anymore. 

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Long tongued Liar

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ramshacklerebel:

Jessica hesitated a moment, uncertain if she wanted to even discuss the woman’s name and history. In the end, she did open her mouth to blurt, “What happened to the other guy? That was a loaded question and she knew it, but she was curious.

When she neglected to discuss the symbol on her helmet, Jessica assumed that it was information that the other woman didn’t want to be passed on to others. It didn’t occur to her that she might not know. “What’s the whole secret identity thing like?” She added, curiously. Jessica didn’t have one; she tended to utilize her powers only if she needed them, but she didn’t hide her gifts either.

The enthusiasm and energy that had enveloped Thor quelled ever so slightly at Jessica's first question. It wasn’t asked in a way that some of the villains like Absorbing Man had asked or even with the worry that those Asgardian's brave enough to speak to her and risk Odin or Cul’s wrath. It was simply innocent curiosity, yet despite that Thor felt like a cold fog had descended upon her, a cloud to thin for her to muster anything useful. “The Odinson is...” Well, he was, hopefully, not dead but rather slowly overcoming his crisis of faith wherever he was. “Going to owe me an extremely large tankard of mead when he returns.” she finished instead. That was if he hadn’t changed his mind about her being worthy of Mjolnir. She could feel the nagging feeling in the back of her mind. “And saddly, having a secret identity will make planning such a thing, a feat in and of itself.” 

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laeppaxeh:

Zatanna cocked an eyebrow, hmmm, she pursed her lips and tilted her head, she wasn’t aware that Thor wasn’t necessarilty the name of a god, or well, she considered, a goddesss, Thor as a title. It certainly gives a new spin on history. Then again she mused, so did her speaking to a norse goddess of thunder. And she wasn’t particularly impressed with the title, had enough run ins with gods and monsters to be more than interested. Which, title aside she was both interested and impressed by everything her eyes were catching on. 

“Nain Gargouilles aren’t usually the smote type? Wait, is that the past tense of smite? or is smite the past tense of smite? Either way I guess. Too late to back track now. Zatanna Zatara by the way, or I guess I should do this properly. Zatanna Zorina Zatara, the oldest heir to the house of Zatara descended from Nicholas Flamel, Leonardo Da Vinci, the royal house of Atlantis and the children of the gods of chaos and order.” She bowed, “I thank you for your service to Midgard, and these nine realms.” 

Holy Shit. Like, shit. Yes, Thor had gotten her name but like. Holy Shit. What a world she lived in. How the hell was she meeting all these people. Okay, there was the whole used to date a god and now kinda was occasionally one. But still. That was... a mouthful. Thor was happy she had gone first she would have hated to have to follow that up. She blinked. She should say something. Thor wasn’t the stoic type. “Ten.” is what she said and Thor withheld a wince. Not her best day. “The ancient hidden Relm of Heven was recently unsealed, no longer disentwine from Yggdrasil.” she hastened to explain. Well, when she said recently... Honestly, the whole thing made Thor’s head hurt. Angela was an interesting... occasional ally? 

Thor really couldn’t afford to get lost in her head. “But such things are no matter here, I have smote the Nain Gargouilles because it was something that should be done. I am honored to smite for the safety of Midgard,  Zatanna Zorina Zatara.” Superhero introductions could get awkward when she was alone... and not in combat. 

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goodbecamegreat:

“That might be a decent plan there ma- Jane,” Steve agreed after a moment, just barely having gotten himself to say her name instead of ma’am like his first instinct. It was that type of formality that had some of his teammates tease. He was adjusting his vocabulary accordingly, but there were moments where he slipped, or almost slipped like this. At least he had managed to remember what most people expected. 

He took a look at her face and after a moment got to his feet, turning and offering a hand to her. “How about I help you head back? You can lean against me if you need to. I’m more than willing to be an arm rest or whatever rest you need to get there.” Steve smiled down at her. “I can also give you a piggy back ride or do a pretty good uh…what’s it called….princess carry? If you wanted to avoid walking.” He held up his hands. “Just here to help. You tell me what would work better for you, alright? I know it sucks to do…well anything when you’re not feeling well.”

“I like to reserve the princess-carry for when I’m unconscious or actually dying,” Jane mentioned gibly as she focused on standing. Her gaze remained fixed on her knees as if it would endow them with the strength to stand. Slowly, but surprisingly steady --a feat that she attributed to pure stubbornness-- Jane got to her feet. Maybe she should look into a cane. Jane ignored that thought, she wasn’t too dizzy at the moment and forced a smile on her face as she looked up at Steve. What was it with hero’s being so tall? At least the blonde ones. “I would appreciate your arm if you don’t mind, Steve.” Her legs felt stable now, the remaining muscle in them tired but solid. “It’s not a long walk by most’s standards. I’m by East 59th and 1st.” Most’s standards. It was about a mile. Mile sounded a lot longer to her than it did a few years back. Jane was an idiot, yes. But she had already admitted to herself that she was an idiot and she didn’t have the energy to waster berating herself for being an idiot and going on the walk. 

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Long tongued Liar

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ramshacklerebel:

Thank goodness that Jessica wasn’t aware of the wave of affection currently being focused on her slim frame, else she’d be likely to run away from Miss Bigshot Hero without further ado. Wouldn’t that be a sight? 

She shoved her flask back into the inside pocket of her leather jacket without offering any to Thor, still standing in front of her. Belatedly, she realized that she probably should have at least offered to be polite, even if the Goddess was likely to refuse the gift. When she was asked for her name, she gave a light scoff. “Well, your nicknames weren’t particularly accurate or interesting, so I might as well,” she retorted, in regard to her given name.

She kept her hands shoved in her pockets pointedly as she offered her name. “I’m Jessica Jones. You’re… what? W for Woman? Sideways three?,” she quipped, nodding towards the insignia on the front of her helmet. She likely knew who this hero was; the entire city probably did.

“Well met, Jessica Jones.” Thor grinned, enthusiasm enriching her voice. She would remember that name, maybe look it up when she reverted back into Jane and could get her hands own her phone again. “I am called Thor.” She actually didn’t know what the symbol on her head meant. She tapped a finger against the handle of Mjolnir in silent rebuke. Frankly, she wasn’t sure it meant anything. Well, actually. It did, just not in this context. Probably. She kind of took offense to being labeled the weakest brightness for a star and was semi-amused at the idea of being walking around with the of the argument of periapsis of an orbit on her helm. But seeing as the lower case for of omega was latin. Thor doubted that was the intention. Again, she had not designed her uniform. 

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johnny-conjob:

He took the hand wave as a sign to stop searching, flipping the offered smoke back toward himself in a complicated gesture fitting the filter between his lips. He snapped his fingers with the tiniest force of will, pressed them to the tip and inhaled, drawing his hand back as it caught with a small shake to ward off the imminent burn. He shrugged, exhaling into the wind audibly.

“Yes?” He quipped reflecting on the night with the smallest shudder. It hadn’t been… pretty. “It was sort of wreck to be honest but… we all come out alive. Which is usually a positive. It pays better anyway.”

Jane raised an eyebrow at his yes. “That’s hardly an answer to my questions.” she pointed out, now that could have been the man’s point, but Jane wasn’t in the mood to play that game, especially not when the man did something as unusual as lighting a cigarette with his fingertips. New York City. Seriously. She let out a tired sigh, for once it had little to do with her own level of fatigue. She turned from the view of the city and rising sun to look directly at the man. “And I hate to be a stick in the mud. So I’m sorry to ask, but could you hold off your smoke break? As slight as the second-hand smoke can be, I’m not trying to make cancer bingo.”  

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Long tongued Liar

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ramshacklerebel:

Jessica Jones felt like she’d lived enough for ten lifetimes. Like there was nothing more in the world that could surprise her. But there on a nondescript New York City street, the kindness of a goddess made her tongue stall completely. Her dark eyes blinked once and then twice, an uncertainty drifting across her features. Maybe she should amend her assumption to only include shitty things that people might do. Benevolence was a complete mystery. 

In the fading light, it almost, almost looked like there was some color to her cheeks in response. Finally, when the moment stretched on beyond what made silence thoughtful and entered into awkward territory, she cleared her throat and averted her gaze down the street. 

“Uh, right. Anyway. Nice of you to say and all, but let’s please don’t say anything like that ever again,” she muttered gruffly with a tinge of sheepish. “I’ve got a rep to maintain,” she added with a quick half-smirk soon smothered with the press of a flask to her lips and a quick swig. Her lips pulled back from her teeth at the pleasant burn down her throat. 

Thor raised her head, her arm falling free from its salute. She smiled at the woman in front of her. “If that is what thou wish.” Thor agreed, her black eyes sparkling. She liked this woman. For all her sharp edges and curt snark, Thor couldn’t help a wave of affection for a hero that was so different from herself. In either form. She wished she could offer to get the woman a drink. Thor herself could go for a drink. But Thor didn’t carry around a wallet. Or any currency. Which... okay she really didn’t get the chance to do any shopping as Thor. Normally she’d get something for a deed she’d manage. But it wasn’t the best thing. Then again. Where would she tuck a money clip? under her breastplate? Would it even stay? If she asked Mjolnir nicely enough would the Mother Storm not whisk away her mix of currency to where ever it took her mortal form? 

“May I ask thee for thine name, fellow warrior?” Thor asked before she could fall even deeper down the rabbit hole of the unexplained logistics of her transformation. Seriously, though. What happened to her other form. Was the matter repurposed? Was her form in some sort of pocket dimension? With how it affected her body she’d lean toward the former. (And she was getting off track again. Dammit.) People now, science later. Later. “--Else I fear I may keep inventing titles based off thy deeds,” she informed the woman in a solemn tone, her lips betrayed her, however, twitching upward again ever so lightly emphasizing the teasing air layered in her worlds. 

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Long tongued Liar

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ramshacklerebel:

She could barely restrain herself from a zippy one-liner about superheroes definitely being tools, but she managed to control her loaded-pistol-of-a-mouth. She would pat herself on the back later with a bottle of whiskey. In this business, it didn’t pay to piss off colleagues; though she used that term loosely. The insult would be wasted on Thor anyway, she assured herself. Maybe she’d use that bad boy if she ever happened upon Daredevil again. “You do know matadors get gored all the time by the bulls, right?,” she asked with a skeptical, almost exasperated look etched across her features. 

A glance was taken down at her own outfit when Thor remarked on her distinct lack of pride in her powers. Dryly, she asked, “What, this outfit doesn’t scream Hey I’m a superpowered freak, please use me as a punching bag because I have a thrillseeking addiction?” Despite the sarcasm fairly dripping from her voice, her lips were twisted into something like a smile, but her shoulders were tense. This conversation was reminiscent of every argument she’d had with Trish about the topic. The two of them often had to agree to disagree and this felt similar. 

“My prey?,” she echoed with mingled irritation and disbelief. “Listen, that guy was just some asshole who seeks out weakness because it makes him feel like he’s more of a man. And when that weakness, in his case his ex-girlfriend, tries to grow a pair, he can’t help but take her down because he’s stronger and tougher than she is and he wants her to know that. I just wanted to let him know that there’s always a bigger fish. A fact made better because I have tits and can also benchpress a car,” she explained, her voice slow and measured. “And that’s it. No bigger meaning behind it. I don’t have prey and I don’t fight injustice. I’m not one of you, got it?,” she demanded, attempting to ignore the note of hysteria climbing up her throat in response to all this pressure suddenly heaped on her thin shoulders. 

It was telling that Jessica seemed to be working hard on convincing herself as much as Thor.

Thor ignored the jabs about her appearance. They didn’t matter. The costume didn’t matter. It was just living up to the name. She knew that. Freyja has known it as well. Striving to fill that ideal. Every day. Every hour. Every minute. To be worthy of the faith people had in the name ‘Thor.’ No this woman’s opinion on her appearance or powers weren’t a cause for concern with Thor. It was the woman’s opinion of herself that was starting to worry Thor. She held up her hands in peace, seeking to diffuse the warrior's irritation. Her actions spoke to Thor in ways that her words didn’t. She wanted to calm her.

“Thou may not see thy plight as that against injustice but I would disagree. Thou said thee are a bigger fish, no? Kind warrior, thou are protecting those who would normally be missed by warriors of my focus.” She smiled at the woman, lips gentle but sad. There was so much to do and so little time. Thor knew things fell in between the cracks. She knew that she missed things. That she could cause problems. That there was pain in the world that even with the powers of a god she could not fix. Nor the powers of a scientist, a doctor. She hastened to speak again before the woman could voice her disagreement. “--People come to thee and thou takes thy time to protect the ones who are unable to protect themselves.” She stopped her walking then, her arm coming across her chest to rest on her own heart in salute and she bowed her head to the woman. “These are valiant acts, no matter the size. I would name thee hero.” she continued earnestly. “Even if thee does not accept the title I still would like to extend my thanks and gratitude.” The woman might not have a mission, she might not strive to fight injustice but when the call came to her, she answered. That was all Thor cared about. 

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Thor by Olivier Coipel

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Text ✉ Jane & Dick

Jane: Jane: 1 Muggers: 0 Didn't run into anyone. Back in my apartment now. No signs anyone even tried to break in either. May your worrying now hopefully cease. -JF

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Long tongued Liar

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ramshacklerebel:

Jessica nodded slowly, absentmindedly as the other woman spoke and graciously reassured her that the helmet was not tin foil. She had her doubts. Enough for her fingers to twitch as if they wanted to curl into a fist to knock against the metal of said helm. She avoided the action, but only just. “You really get taken seriously in that outfit, or what?,” the private investigator challenged slowly with a dubious expression written across her features that was fairly unmistakable.  

Another incredulous look as the heroine attempted to parry the multitude of questions with one of her own. “Do I look like I have laser eyes?,” she returned, her shoulders hunching against the cold blast of nighttime air racing down the New York street. She shivered, unable to stop herself. “I can’t even tell if you’re for real or not,” she drawled, her hand gesturing towards Thor’s attire once more. 

“Tell me, why does this city have so many damn heroes running around? Something in the water? Aliens? Radioactive rats? Seriously, you’re like cockroaches, except your outfits a lot brighter. What’s with all the red? I mean, I know it blends in nicely and all…” She wasn’t wrong. 

Her eyes rolled skyward. “I say a lot of words to a lot of people. Most people have learned to wisely tune me out.”

“I like to think of it as a tool.” Thor did grin then. “Wave the red cape in front of a bull, do they then not charge?” She was not dressed for stealth, that, she would leave up to Roz and whatever was left of S.H.I.E.L.D. She pretty much was a beacon for trouble as Thor, and that suited her well. The creatures she fought were hardly subtle or normal. Even Agger turned into a minotaur of all things. No, she couldn’t deal with her biggest Midgardian problem just being a shady fortune 500 company that had a hobby of ruining the environment. It had to be a shady fortune 500 company that had a hobby of ruining the environment that was run by a man that employed trolls and could transform into a minotaur. “--I wear my strength and abilities proudly, fellow warrior. Though I respect that thou doth not do the same. This proud city enjoys and thrives on its diversity, does it not? Thy prey is different from my own so we must hunt in different ways.”

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circusraised:

It wouldn’t. A couple blocks was nothing to knowing she was home safe. But he’d offered and she’d declined, and Dick certainly knew how to take no for an answer. He also knew looks could be deceiving. Jane might have looked small and frail, but as far as he could tell, that was the cancer. Dr. Jane Foster herself seemed strong and sharp, even if not physically those things at present. Though physically was where it counted if they were talking about dealing with a mugger. “I really wish you hadn’t said that.” It comes out almost as a groan, but he’s still smiling. Now that the thought’s in there, it wont come out, and he has to mentally talk himself out of taking to the rooftops when they part and following her home to be sure. “Compromise? Text me when you get home? For my own peace of mind.”

Jane let out a laugh even as she stood up. She rapped her knuckled against the wood of the table. “I’d say don’t worry about me but I know that’s doomed to fail. So I’ll just settle for breaking my jinx.” Jane rested her hand lightly on the seated man’s shoulder giving it a light squeeze before backing off. “I’ll text you when I get home, Dick.” she conceded. “You get back to work before I get you into any more trouble than I already have.” 

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doctorbannerandmisterhulk:

Bruce couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips as she spoke. It was nice to be recognised for his work rather than his…well, temper. It was nice to know that there were still people out there that thought about him before they thought about the Other Guy. Steve and Tony had been the same. And he loved the feeling that gave him. A contented, almost happy feeling. He cleared his throat and awkwardly shifted on his feet with a shy grin. Foster….he knew that name, he was sure he did.

“That’s very kind of you to say, Miss Foster. I’m glad that you found it illuminating, and even more glad that you gave it a read in the first place. I couldn’t even get my colleagues to read it.” He stopped abruptly before biting his lip. Foster. Jane Foster. He was sure he’d heard Thor mention that name. And she was widely known in the scientific world for some rather excellent, and frankly, groundbreaking work. His eyes widened in amazement. “You wouldn’t happen to be the same Jane Foster who was up for the Nobel, by any chance?”

Jane’s eyes brightened, she hadn’t been recognized for her work so far since her return to New York. Or really, anywhere outside of a STEM conference. She nodded proudly. “That would be me!” Then again even if anyone scientifically inclined had bumped into her, well, for obvious reasons they wouldn’t know it was her. There was a reason she had given Dr. Banner her name up front. Jane actually hadn’t had the chance to talk much about her old work recently beyond the odd call to Darcy and Selvig. 

“It went to Kajita and McDonald instead but it was still nice to get recognized as something beyond hack science,” she explained, not being able to help a small smirk forming on her lips. “Wiped a lot of smug looks off people who had been mocking me since my doctoral dissertation. And people whose peer reviews leaned more on the criticism side of constructive criticism.” she let out a little laugh. Jane wasn’t the type to really rub it into peoples idiot closed minded faces but it had been good to see their faces. Great, actually, one of her favorite things about her traveling back in 2015. And okay Jane had hoped to actually get the prize but the discovery of neutrino oscillations, proving that neutrinos had mass was pretty amazing. 

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Jane’s yawn reminds him that normal people are heading to bed at this hour. Dick checks the time- he’ll be off soon, and on to his real night shift. His mission. Normally it’s men in capes calling it that. And, alright, maybe he’s referred to the mission a few times himself. “Catching that mook and making sure justice is served? I’m on that.” He assures her, though maybe while he’s at it he’ll thank the guy for introducing them.

Having brought Jane this far, Dick thinks it’s the least he can do to offer to accompany her the rest of the way. “Are you far? Wouldn’t be too much trouble to make sure you get home okay.”

Jane tilted her head as she considered Dick. He really was sweet. The level of concern was... a bit much for Jane’s taste but she couldn’t really fault Dick. She did just meet the man at a robbery. At night. In New York. And Dick really didn’t know that Jane could handle herself, see as it wasn’t really Jane that could handle herself. She resisted the urge to huff. Cancer and chemo sucked. She used to be able to handle a baseline human on her own. Used to, keywords.

She gave him a smile. “But it would be trouble.” she pointed out, knowingly. “It’s only a couple blocks from here, I can get to my apartment just fine on my own,” she assured him. Actually, it probably would be better to just ask Heimdal to open the Bifrost for her at this point. Sleep in her room there and make sure that Volstagg didn’t catch wind of what she had been up to tonight. She had a point she wanted his opinion on for the next meeting anyway. She shook her head. That being said with the police crawling around the area it probably would be best to wait until she got back to her apartment to call Heimdal for a portal. “I promise not to get mugged on my way back. I’d hate for you to get in trouble with your superiors.” 

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doctorbannerandmisterhulk:

After collecting his breath for a couple of minutes, he sensed that the Other Guy had cooled off sufficiently enough to navigate the crowded streets that led back to the Tower. He’d been out a while; maybe JARVIS might cut him some slack. He crossed the street and wandered in the general direction of the looming building. 

Just as he was approaching an alleyway, an algorithm popped into his head, something that would help him once he got back to the lab. The problem with Bruce was that when he started thinking about his work, he tended to stop thinking about everything else which isn’t always wise, particularly in a city as busy as New York. Sure enough, within seconds, he’d collided with someone. She grabbed onto him, slightly off balance from the accident, and he quickly took hold of her arms, helping her to realign. He was about to apologise when she started apologising first. “No, no….really…it’s ok. No harm done. Mostly my fault anyway.” And then she said his name. 

Almost everybody knew who he was. Since joining the Avengers, secrecy had been a thing of the past. But most people who recognised him on the streets would look at him with a little bit of terror in their eyes, afraid that he would transform in front of them and promptly uproot a building. But this woman didn’t seem afraid. If anything she seemed….star struck maybe. “Er…yeah. Yeah, that’s..,” he cleared his throat, “that’s me. I’m really sorry for bumping into you, miss.”

“I walked into you, I was distracted, it’s a thing,” Jane assured the man. “No one fell on there face or broke anything so I think we’ve covered all our bases by both just apologizing.” Jane kept running into Avengers it seemed. Well, only two. If it happened again she’d start worrying. At least she had waited before walking out of the alleyway. No Thor landing, Jane coming out. Then again, if she hadn’t waited she wouldn’t have run into Dr. Banner. You think she’d be used to this by know. So much for her impressive learning curve. Still: Bruce Banner. She couldn’t really count this as bad. 

“--Jane Foster, by the way.” she bit the inside of her cheek. Dr. Banner had been something of a legend back at Culver, even before the whole... Hulk... thing. Small world. Weird wold. “Your work anti-electron collisions was amazing.” She started to gush before she could stop herself. “--Nuclear physics was never my cup of tea but your papers were illuminating, to say the least.” 

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laeppaxeh:

Zatanna had rushed to the mayhem instead of away, had run on steady feet, over cracked sidewalks, passed frightened panicked people because she needed to help, needed to protect them, and…she’d been too late. And, just this once, she could forgive herself. Sure, she wouldn’t later, wouldn’t be able to forget she’d been too slow, what if’s playing in her head like a skipping record. But that wasn’t now. Now was Zatanna staring in something closer to awe than  fear.

Her grin was cocky and sharp, and false, because she couldn’t not show off, couldn’t stop being arrogant for a moment, couldn’t disguise her very, very, interested look. “Y’know, normally those things take a bit more than some lightning and brute strength to take down.” She cocked out her hip, widened her smile.

“Not that your way isn’t effective.” She looked at the cracked pavement and back up. “That’s some serious mojo you’ve got going on…Goddess?”

Looking at her was like watching a heat mirage, she could watch her ripple and waver before settling into focus, only to blur again.

Thor turned around, it wasn’t like there was an enemy she was turning her back to anymore. It was only experience that kept her from stiffening as she took in the sight of the familiar woman. Zatanna, it had been. Weeks ago. Jane had felt bad not getting the woman’s number... she had seemed nice. Now, well now... Thor could see what Jane’s eyes could not, magic coated the magician. It radiated off her form, an elegant aura that was felt rather than seen. It tingled. 

She inclined her head, her grip shifted on Mjolnir but did not tighten. “Well met, Midgardian Magician. I am the Goddess of Thunder and have been named Thor.” Jane couldn’t help the smug smirk that spread over her red lips as she looked back into the woman’s face.”And my strength and thunder is far greater than any ‘normal’. There is little that will not bend against the might of Mjolnir.” Like the bear-goblin things. Jane really just wanted a name. She hoped Zatanna would spill the name.