For slaughterdew

[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."

Comments

[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."