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The Causeway, Saturday Morning

There was a crack of thunder and bolt of lightning as a figure landed at the causeway in that now very classic three point landing for heroes everywhere.

Because The Mighty Thor was now there.

Even if it was still just Jane who straightened up, nervously brushing at the cape and looking around. "That was a bit much, wasn't it?" she muttered to herself, still trying to fix the armor and cape like it was normal clothing. "Now I see why he liked it so much."

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If it made Jane feel any better, Wanda was also walking around wearing a cape dramatically. She had been distracted, mumbling a little to herself, but even the slow possession by the Darkhold couldn't stop the 'huh, that was weird' of someone appearing out of a bolt of lightning.

"...hi?"

She could always pretend it was in solidarity with Jane and Jane would gladly latch onto that right now.

"Hi," Jane said, perking up at a face she didn't exactly know, but knew of at least! She even offered a little wave with the hand holding Mjolnir.

Hey, she knew that thingy. Couldn't pronounce it to save her life, but she knew it!

She also knew that whoever was able to hold it was a cool person, so Jane was immediately okay in her book.

"Cool entrance."

Was it the accent? Was that it?

"Thank you," Jane said, smiling wider before leaning in to share, "It was much first one."

The one in New Asgard didn't really count.

"Doubly impressive then," Wanda said with a smile. She gestured at Mjolnir. "You Thor's buddy?"

Maybe Jane was a very dedicated cosplayer.

Jane's expression was that of someone who realized they had to explain a weirdly complicated situation that would sound insane to normal people.

You know, like their lives.

"Ex." Then added, "Girlfriend," to clarify. "Jane Foster," she said, swapping the hammer to her other hand to offer a handshake.

"Oh, you're Jane," Wanda said, shaking her hand. "He's mentioned you."

He did not mention that she was a buff babe who also had a hammer, but whatever. Talking about exes could be weird.

"I'm Wanda Maximoff. Thor's coworker. Friend. Friend-coworker."

If it helped, she normally wasn't, but you know... Yolo.

"He did?" Jane, no. "I mean, it's nice to meet you. I've seen you on TV through and ... heard from another friend."

Oof, that didn't sound good. But after everything she had done (and would do), those kind of reactions were expected.

"A non-Thor friend?" Damn it, at least Thor would make Wanda sound good no matter how many people she had accidentally killed. The way he talked about Jane, Wanda expected her to be shooting sparkles and rainbows out of her face.

Though the lightning was actually pretty close to that...

"Darcy? She was my research assistant when I first met Thor. She was at Westview." She at least made the mention of the town gentle like she didn't want to cause hurt with it.

"Ah, yeah, okay," Wanda said, wincing a little. "How is she? I was really sorry about the whole, you know, turning her into a circus act thing. I was going through a lot at the time."

At the time. She was totally fine now, pfft.

Nothing nefarious at all for Wanda! Nope.

"She's good! I just saw her in New York before--" She gestured at herself. "What a difference five years makes in a career, you know?"

Wanda was so relieved that Darcy hadn't sent Jane out for revenge. Getting hit with Mjolnir would probably hurt like hell.

"I think a lot of people were working in overdrive those five years," she said. "Kind of wish I hadn't been dust for it."

Imagine how much the Darkhold could have screwed her up in those five years! She'd definitely have her kids back by now!

"What brings you here?" Wanda asked. "You're dressed for New Asgard, not Maryland."

Raiden hadn't unpacked all of his kitchen stuff yet or made it to the grocery store, so he'd visited the local bakery for breakfast and proceeded to clear out about half of the pastry case, though of course he'd left plenty for everyone else. He wasn't an asshole.

He had, however, also bought some for the road, and he was munching on an almond croissant (so good, he could never make really good pastry like this) from the open box as he walked around a bit to get his bearings before heading back to his apartment, and he paused, half-eaten pastry in one hand, box balanced in the other, to tell Jane, "I know a guy who does that."

The superhero landings, not the Viking cosplay.

Jane nodded vigorously at the wish for not being dust for five years there. But then, five more years would have had her, well, dead still.

"Well, I'm sort of... training wheels?" Jane ventured. "Valkyrie suggested to get on my feet here and stop accidentally breaking doors in her town. But nicely! Or as nice as she gets."

"Um." Look, you can't look like that and say that.

"Um?" Raiden repeated. "Oh! Do I have something on my face?" Was it crumbs. It was probably crumbs, right? "Sorry. Messy eater." After a bit of staring at the contents of his hands trying to work this out, he put the almond croissant back in the box and wiped at his mouth.

"You look like someone I know. Knew." It was confusing, to be honest.

"Really?" He didn't get that a lot. Possibly because he was a lot bigger than most of the people most people knew. "I don't think we've met before. I would have remembered the hammer. Oh, I'm Raiden." Please hold while he juggled the pastry box again before offering his hand to shake.

"This is a good place for that," Wanda admitted. "Lots of people who can easily repair doors if you punch them off their hinges."

Wanda being one of them! You know, when she wasn't holed up in her apartment plotting interdimensional travel and kidnapping

"I run the magic shop here," Wanda said. "So if you need anything you can find me there. Be happy to fix a door."

Again, if she wasn't holed up in her apartment plotting interdimensional travel and kidnapping.

"Jane. Jane Foster," she said, taking the offered hand with the one without Mjolnir. "Wow, it's uncanny."

"Thank you," Jane said with a relieved sigh. "I'm apparently teaching up at the school? But I've only ever done post-grad lectures, so this will be interesting."

"Going from post-grads to teenagers?" Wanda asked. "Wow, Valkyrie is mean."

"I'm trying to think of it as going straight into the deep end," Jane said with unwarranted optimism.

"That's a nice way of looking at it," Wanda admitted. "And if anyone gives you any backtalk you can just lift up your hammer threateningly."

Wanda, no.

"What is?" he asked, like they hadn't just been talking about this.

He had black hair, Jane. It was totally different.

Granted, most of said hair was hidden by his backwards baseball cap, which...actually no Thor would totally wear one of those.

"You look like my ex-boyfriend only younger. And darker hair." Oh no. "Who I am currently cosplaying as. Oh my God."

"Do you think it would work?" She was used to being short and very powerless.

"Would scare the hell out of me," Wanda said with a smile.

Especially with those arms, holy lord.

"Thank you," Jane said with way too much sincerity. "I'm hoping to fit into the whole thing pretty quickly."

"I'm definitely not younger than your ex-boyfriend," Raiden told her, quite possibly wrongly.

He tried to imagine himself in Jane's outfit and concluded that he would rock it, but the cape would be a problem for his wings.

"Oh! Would you like a pastry?" He offered her the box, like a gentleman.

"Oh, I doubt that," Jane replied with a little sigh. "You don't mind sharing?"

"Not at all!" That wasn't really how Gluttony or Raiden worked. "I wouldn't have offered if I minded. Please, help yourself. Everything I've tried from the bakery," he did not mention he'd tried it all this morning, "has been delicious." There was a ~~moddable~~ assortment in the box.

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"Don't mind if I do," she said, selecting a croissant. "I've been so much more hungry lately."

Since the whole Thor thing. Chemo, you know?

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Raiden couldn't relate, because, "I'm always hungry."

Not hyperbole, sadly.

"Really?" She asked around a mouthful.

Raiden nodded and picked up his almond croissant, taking another bite of it. "It's my curse," he mumbled around his own mouthful of pastry. Once he'd swallowed he said, "But it's fine. I like to cook for people, so I just cook more for me."

"A curse curse?" Jane had to ask. You get involved with one god and suddenly you thought you could understand magic stuff.

"Uh, yeah?" Gray had said it was fine to talk about that kind of stuff here, but on second thought Gray was not the most reliable source on 'occasions it was fine to run your mouth on.' "It's a long story."

"Are you okay? I could probably try to help," she said, totally ready for some heroism here. Look at how ready she was!

"Oh, I'm fine!" Raiden assured her. "I've been like this all my life. I'm used to it."

It could have been worse. He could have been Gray. Or Daman. No one wanted to be Daman.

"As long as you're sure." Like she knew fuck all about magic curses. That was sort of a Loki thing, really.

Just steer clear of tricksters, Jane. It was good life advice all around.

"I'm sure. Do you need help finding the school?" It was the big castle in the middle of everything. "I took my brother there yesterday."

"That would be nice," she replied. "Hopefully I'll have your brother in my class."

"If you do, and he falls asleep on you, uh. He does that."

Because of the curse.

"...narcolepsy?" Or another curse?

"Something like that, yeah." It wasn't like he had a diagnosis, because that would have been weird, Jane. "I'm sure the administration knows about it."

Gray might have neglected to tell him the administration included a moose.

A moose with a vendetta against the entire Skywalker family line.

"Oh, good. Well, I'll keep an eye out for him."

Mostly in case he looked like Loki.

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