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[notjustadudewithabow]

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He was impressed with the work done here.  A lot of rebuilding had to be done in Asgard after they returned Hela to her realm, and the impact of her reign was certainly devastating.  But Haven was an exercise in dragging a people back from the brink of extinction.  Haven was a reclamation.

Aslaug had chosen a place in the dormitories, she intended to get to know the Midgardian youth, which filled Thor with pride in his ward.  So many Asgardians looked down upon the humans.

Thor took it upon himself to explore all parts of this domain, this refuge against monsters, this testament to Midgardian resilience. He paused, rubbed his beard, and took in his surroundings as though they were a breath of fresh air.  These people never failed to impress him.  

Lucky had a difficult job.  It was made difficult by the fact his human just wouldn’t listen.   He tried talking to him, usually that got a pat on the head and occasionally food thrown his way.  Okay the second one worked well but really it meant Clint missed out on things.    The poor guy just couldn’t use the nose the same way.   

Like right now, Lucky picked up on a familiar scent.   The smell of air after a angry storm.   Odd spices and metal combined with the really good drink that Clint usually got a lesser version of.  What worried lucky is this person smelled like they had been stressed for awhile.   And that Would Not Do.   His job in part to cheer up people.   So he barked and pulled on his leash trying to guide his human in the right direction.   All he got for his trouble was blah blah blah Lucky  blah no blah.

So he sat in place waiting for Clint to relax, then quick circled his human to make him trip and let go of the leash.    Then he bounded off, running straight for the source of the smell.  The loud man who gave him firm pats and sometimes treats.  Treats were good.   Also he needed to make sure he wasn’t stressed anymore.   

[chuckcoulson]

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With the help of Storm, and Lorna Chuck was starting to feel at least a bit more like herself. Or at least starting to feel somewhat comfortable in this new skin of hers. She was a mutant, she had somehow got her mother’s genetics even though her powers had been stripped from her before Chuck had been born. With Malcom in tow, Chuck headed out into one of the fields by the barn, away from livestock and people and set herself up some targets to practice with her new powers.

Standing away from them, Chuck took a deep breath and held her hand out, concentrating a bolt of lightning went forward out of her hand brilliantly. And just as beautifully, missed her mark entirely, scorching the side of a tree outside the perimeter. 

“. . .Whoops.”

[lnvinciblelronman]

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There were many applications to flying independently of his hammer.  While there was quite an explosive propulsion when he first took flight, he had achieved a level of control that even allowed for levitation.  That was how Thor found himself outside a third storey window, screwing a hinge on a shutter back into place.  There wasn’t a ladder quite tall enough to mend it, so Thor had volunteered.  It turned out that the screws had stripped the wood they were embedded in, and the whole hinge needed to be adjusted to properly reset the shutter.

It would have been an unusual sight to most, Thor, God of Thunder, using a battery drill to move a hinge.  A hammer was certainly more expected at least – and there was one in the toolbelt that he had secured around his waist.  It looked practically dainty hanging at his hip.

He called down, “Is there anything else while I’m –” the person he had taken the job from had disappeared.  It seemed a little rude, but then, he might not have been able to call out above the sound of the drill with such a distance between them.  Thor lowered himself to the ground, looking a little unsure of what to do now.

It took a little convincing, but Tony was finally able to get someone to let him outside. He wasn’t sure why he was under such lock and key. Maybe it was the state he arrived in. Maybe it was the fact Logan was still camped out in the safe house and people were concerned they might have missed something on him; either way, he now owed some people some favors.

Now one matchbox richer, Tony made his way outside. He had heard mutters of the God of Thunder returning to Midgard, but that couldn't’t be. Thor had yet to visit him. However, seeing the floating god outside a window, wielding a power drill, he lit up his joint and inhaled deeply.

“Well this is a surprise,” Smoke curled from Tony’s mouth. “How’s the drill treating you? I gotta say. The tool belt is a good look.”

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He was impressed with the work done here.  A lot of rebuilding had to be done in Asgard after they returned Hela to her realm, and the impact of her reign was certainly devastating.  But Haven was an exercise in dragging a people back from the brink of extinction.  Haven was a reclamation.

Aslaug had chosen a place in the dormitories, she intended to get to know the Midgardian youth, which filled Thor with pride in his ward.  So many Asgardians looked down upon the humans.

Thor took it upon himself to explore all parts of this domain, this refuge against monsters, this testament to Midgardian resilience. He paused, rubbed his beard, and took in his surroundings as though they were a breath of fresh air.  These people never failed to impress him.  

The sight of a familiar figure brought a smile to Steve’s face.   They hadn’t heard or seen anything from Thor since everything went down.   Not that he cherished any doubts that the Asgardian came to harm.   More likely anything that threatened  him would be suitably, and quite finally, dealt with.

“Thor!”  Steve called out in greeting half jogging to close the space between them.   He did feel some curiosity as to what Thor had been up to.  Why he came here now?   “Is good to see you.   What have you been up to my friend?”