Thor looked out his window. New York was under attack. This really wasn't a surprise. Ever since the "Loki Incident" crooks all seemed to think that they could take over NYC. Thor grabbed his hammer and sighed. He just wanted to go home, but if the Avengers still needed him he wouldn't leave. He didn't think abandoning them would be right.
So our hero found himself living in a small apartment and running out the door every time some child genius decided to use their toy robots to take over the city. Most of the threats were quickly dispatched, but a few took a little longer than the super hero would have liked.
It was frustrating sometimes. Thor would be in the middle of lunch when he heard people screaming outside. He would always dawn his red cape and helmet, but sometimes it was annoying to find that his meal of hamburgers (one of the good things of being trapped on earth) had been interrupted by a forty year old man in a Halloween costume, flying over the city in a stolen helicopter and dumping liter in the park.
This particular day Thor had been cleaning his helmet when screaming started. He grabbed his cloak from the coat rack and ran outside. He could have flown, but his landlord was tired of replacing the broken windows in Thor's apartment.
Outside an old lady was riding a lawn mower on the side walk, spraying perfume and bug spray at anyone who came near her. Thor rolled his eyes and threw his hammer at the lawn mower motor. Surprisingly the hammer bounced off. It started to go above Thor's head, but he ran to catch it. As he ran he tripped on his long, red cape and fell face down in front of the lawn mower.
Perhaps this was a greater threat than I anticipated. He thought as the old woman came barreling toward him. He winced; was the mighty Thor to be taken down by an old lady and her gardening equipment? How Loki would laugh when he found out.
Suddenly the old woman turned off the mower and hopped down. "Are you alright sweetie?"
Thor groaned and got up. He summoned his hammer and glared at the woman. "I am fine hag."
The woman gasped. "How dare you speak to your elders that way?! I think you need a haircut! Are you a girl or a boy for goodness sake?! And those clothes! Are you going trick-or-treating? Look at this! You dent my lawn mower with you silly toy! I hope you intend to pay for that!"
Thor ignored her and began inspecting the lawn mower. "Why did my hammer not crush it?"
"So you were trying to break it! My husband used some of the left over material from that alien invasion to make this lawn mower! That silly Loki fellow left it all over the place. Are you a friend of his? I wouldn't be surprised." The woman did not stop scolding for ten minutes. Thor turned to go back into his apartment and tripped over his cape again. He stayed there on the ground, drumming his fingers on the sidewalk and listening to the old woman scold him. Perhaps next time he should trim his cape a little shorter. This was the fifth time this week he had tripped over it. At least he was wearing a helmet.
For the rest of that week Thor was the laughing stock of the Avengers. He was known as "Trips on Cape". He wouldn't live that one down for a long time. The day his face turned as red as his cape.