Up to the Dovecote
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“And this beautiful lady is Mafalda,” M’gann cooed, lifting the well-feathered dove from her nesting box, and holding her out for Thor.
They’d taken to each other quickly, M’gann and Thor. Almost as though they’d worked together in some other life. Been put into some other strange situation before all this. The superhero community was like that, in a way. There weren’t that many of them to begin with. M’gann had met Thor very briefly before the Accords had passed. She’d met several of the people living in the Mousehole just like that. Briefly.
With the state of their world, it seemed they’d have plenty of time to get to know each other now. After a lively reintroduction, she’d taken a very enthusiastic Thor up to the dovecote on the roof and run him through some of the basics. “I’m hoping we can get chickens at some point. Maybe build a coop for them out on the grounds. But as you can see there are plenty of doves for now, as long as there are so few of us here.” M’gann bit her lip. “It’s not that I don’t want more people here… I just wish it were under happier circumstances.” She looked up at him. “You’ve been here longer than I have. Do you ever wonder if coming here was the right choice?”