#starbornhammer

[viisxon]

"It will be like a rehearsal so that when you speak to her you'll feel confident and sure of yourself and you'll know what to expect." He flips his hair over his shoulder and awkwardly places a hand on his hips as he blinks and adopts an awful female personal, high-pitched voice and all. "Come to admit you're wrong, have you?"

Vision frowns as he watches Thor, wondering if it would be better if he laughed or cried at this point. Although he appreciated that Thor was making an effort. He sighs again as he watches him, and decides perhaps he should give him a chance. “... Yes.”

[viisxon]

"Would it be of help to practice on me? I will be Wanda and you will be yourself, obviously."

Vision listens to him and frowns. "Practice on you?" He repeats, "I don't understand how that will help me..." He admits quietly

[viisxon]

"It has yet to work on Sif...but Clint swears by it."

"... Clint swears by it." He repeats, and then frowns. "I'm not so sure anymore." He says quietly.

[thesonofcoul-blog1]

It was always a spectacle whenever an Asgardian came to earth --- Coulson had known this ever since the first meeting with one, and that was Thor. In truth, he was one of his most trusted friends, and not just due to the fact he was in essence a God to many people. If anything, Coulson knew that if Thor was on Earth, it more than likely wasn’t for a friendly visit, but for the most part, the the only thing he could do was hope that someone else didn’t get released from the other worldly prison-cells like the last few times.

       ❝ ----- Can’t you ever come with a knock?                   Does it always have to be thunder and lightening? ❞ 

[shieldarchitect]

"Aye, it is, I've found many things here equally as lovely, though." He smiles at her and takes his clean shirt off of the office chair to put it on. "Perhaps you and I could talk more about your art over a meal sometime?" There is a lump in his throat he swallows, "If you would like to of course."

Charlie is disappointed, saddened to see the abs go, but she cannot possibly find another excuse to have him keep the shirt off, nor does she really want to make him uncomfortable.  She’s still admiring a little bit, when he poses the question, and it flies over her head at first, until she comes back down to earth.

“Huh?”

[shieldarchitect]

"I think they're very beautiful. They remind me of home. Asgard has citadels of gold that touch the sky and stone temples that are older than I know how to count. These works of yours look more like them than what I've seen in the books here."

“Well, you are so very descriptive. When you describe things in detail, I can form an image. When I was a kid- I daydreamed too much. I guess I finally found a use for it.” She shrugs, thinking back on how often her active imagination seemed to be more a curse than a gift. Now though, she could create images of things she’d ever seen with her own eyes, all by the descriptions of others. They would, of course, need to be rather vivid descriptions, but Thor, often in his story telling, was never one to shy on detail. “It sounds like something out of a fantasy book - Tolkien-esque creation. It must be beautiful.”

[shieldarchitect]

"Thank you for allowing me to wash up in your office space," he glances around again at all the scattered paperwork on her workspace. Sketches of buildings and aircraft that looked vaguely Asgardian in design with little notes scribbled on them. "You created these?"

“Of course. Not many offices have a full bathroom. I’m up here late sometimes so if I can’t get home and need a shower, it’s pretty convenient.” She follows his gaze to the drawings, and has to restrain herself from the instinctual urge to cover them. As prideful as she is of her work, she still retains that odd habit artists have of shielding their work. It’s personal, insight into the artist’s mind. After a brief moment, she replies. “Yeah. I’ve been doing some studies and I think best when I draw. You like?”

[shieldarchitect]

Thor quirks a brow at her, chuckling. "——May I have my shirt back, lady Charlie? I am going to need it if we're going to leave this room."

“I mean, I don’t think anyone is going to complain but… sure.” She tosses it back to him, mourning the loss of such sculptural artwork in human form.