"I am tired and I am sore, do not test me this morning, mortal."
The woman persisted.
"Are you sure you have no idea where Fury is?"
"As I have said before, I keep no certain knowledge of Director Fury's location."
I filled a mug with the mortals' preferred caffeine-bearing substance.
Tony stumbled up the stairs to the dais that held the morning meal.
"Morning." He muttered.
"Good morning, Anthony." I replied, offering him my filled mug.
He appeared to need it more than I did, so I simply refilled another.
"Is she looking for Ole' Eye Patch?" Tony asked.
"I am considered immortal by most civilizations, yet even I would not attempt those words within his earshot."
"Ignoring the fact that you consider yourself immortal, could someone please tell me where I can find Director Fury?" The woman asked, again.
"I do not consider myself immortal, though I do find it fascinating where humans acquired this notion that we can not die." I took a sip of liquid.
Not bad for mortal fare.
"Wait, you can die?" Tony's eyebrows were threatening an invasion of his hairline.
"In battle, by sword, axe or lance, we are quite able to die."
"And here I was under the impression that the universe would have to endure Goldilocks for an eternity."
"I understand now, why he never speaks highly of you."
"Not even when I beat him in our brawl in the woods?" Tony asked.
"By Captain Rogers' account, and forgive me if I hold more weight in his than yours, it was a draw."
"This is pointless." The woman huffed, before leaving.
"Thank Odin." I muttered under my breath.
Tony laughed.
"Who was she?"
"I know not, I care not. She took in my rather foot soldier-like appearance and assumed that I must know Director Fury's every movement." I said, pulling at the dark blue uniform I had been given. It fit like wet vellum and I did not appreciate it.
"You know, Goldilocks has told us stories of you two sparring, and him winning."
"Ha! As if the behemoth could defeat me, I can dance circles around him."
"Behemoth?" Thor laughed from behind me.
"Yes, behemoth, if you insist on deceiving these poor mortals into believing you could best me." I smirked.
"I have conquered you more than once love."
His phrasing did not pass over Tony's head, who quickly stifled a snicker as his eyes darted back and forth between the two of us.
"For that, Thunderhead, I will grind your face into the floor until that smirk has been scraped from any existence it had." I growled.
"I look forward to this grinding you speak of." Thor grinned.
"Do you two always speak like this, or is it just for my entertainment?" Tony asked no one in particular.
"Attention all members of the Avengers Initiative, please report to Command." A mechanical voice rang out.
"So this duel, we'll call it Melee in Midgard and it'll be held in the gym at, oh, say around one? Alrighty. Good talk." Tony said, before heading off down the hall.
"Arrogant sot." Thor muttered under his breath.
When we reached the door, voices had already been raised.
"War? What war?" A woman's voice cried in disbelief.
Thor stiffened to a halt beside me.
"Why the sudden halt?" I asked with a laugh, reaching for the door handle.
"Sif- I-" Thor started, but just shook his head.
"Sif, Thor, if you could please remove yourselves from the door frame and take your seats."
The woman from before was standing before him, arms crossed, stance defiant. She was a head taller than me, with mousy hair.
"Good, someone who can explain things. Thor, this man's convinced there's a war for the control of Earth."
Realization dawned upon my mind.
So, this was Jane Foster.