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[theladywho]

You know those afternoons where you have a heated conversation with the best friend/alleged husband of the soul of a goddess that an eccentric cult is proof positive is residing in your body?

Or is that just Sarah?

Either way, Ms. Whittaker had quite enough of that that conversation the second that Thor started talked about the Avengers. The Avengers meant the government was involved -- and Sarah couldn't imagine any shadowy, world saving organization that would want her remain intact when they could have a Goddess instead.

No thank you. So, she ran. Surprisingly fast, and rounded the corner into an alleyway...

That, predictably, was full of agents in masks and skin tight black leather catsuits.

Hydra.

"...shit."

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[slaughterdew]

Thor would never fully understand Midgardian women. You pledge them your protection and they only get offended and run off. It was an endearing trait at times, but not here.

(What she said about gods in mortal form--it troubled him. Surely it was not so--and yet--

And yet at times of late he had not felt quite right. There had been moments of--disorientation. He could not quite recall for certain how he had managed to come to Midgard this time, and there had been no word from Asgard. But surely there was nothing sinister in it. Asgard was often quiet, and his journeys to Midgard were so frequent now it was no surprise they blurred.

Your wife, Sif.

Ludicrous.)

"Sarah!"

He would not trouble himself with strange thoughts, for there was battle at hand. At once he flings his hammer, striking down several agents.

"You must stand behind me," he instructs, striding forward, "I will protect you and then we shall speak further--"

Some weapon crackles, and to his great surprise he is knocked on his back, a hole charred in his armor. He rises, a hand on the burn seared into his flesh, and stares levelly at the agents.

"That was unwise."

[theladywho]

"I'm glad I wasn't standing behind you!"

Because that would absolutely have led to a human pancake situation.

There's a moment, right after Thor is burned. The attention of the agents focuses away from Sarah and to him. She looks at the alleyway and thinks that she could. Slip away from all of this. Board a plane to...India, or something.

That's what someone smarter would do.

Instead, she looks around and grabs the lid of a trashcan and a discarded plunger. It's not a lot, but an agent reaches out at Sarah with a some kind of glove that's giving off blue sparks.

She lets out a yell and chucks the plunger down hard on the agent's hand. The rubber seems to dilute something, and she takes the moment of surprise as on opportunity to kick him (her?) right in the face.

...so that's one down. Out of a whole lot more than one.

"I'm gonna die! ...again!"

[slaughterdew]

"What--"

Thor is interrupted by having to swipe at several agents, crossly, but at once he tries to make his way to Sarah's side. She is bold and fierce, but more mortal than should be in such a battle--no slur on her abilities, but he would no more let a child fight than her. It was simply not her grade of combat.

"You will not die!" Such proclamations come naturally; he beckons lightning from the sky to dance protectively around her, never coming close enough to harm her, but spread enough to keep her safe.

Or at least that's what he thinks.

[theladywho]

That may very well be what Thor thinks. Sarah, however, thinks that she is surrounded by lightning and is more likely to die now more than ever.

"Human! Human. Thor. Thor, human! I am human. Not immortal. Allergic to lighting. Allergic to dying. Human, Thor. Human."