Jane stared dumbfounded at the strange-looking airship above her. Jane thought for a moment that the ship was from Earth since the guy looked human enough (but then again so did Thor), and he was clearly as shocked and confused as she was. However, Jane was pretty sure no one on earth had quite managed to build something like the ship in front of her. She was also pretty sure that the British Royal Airforce didn't allow their pilots to listen to music with orange headphones while piloting.

Plus the thing was honest-to-god hovering in front of her with none of the gusts of wind she would come to expect of even a SHIELD aircraft. She knocked on the hull of the craft to get his attention.

"Uh, hi?"

"Jane?" Thor said warily from behind her, as he staggered up onto his feet.

"Thor!" Jane exclaimed turning back to her Asgardian significant something-or-whatever-they-were. She'd almost forgotten he'd been knocked out, and that they'd both been in danger of pulverization just moments before.

"Jane! Thor!"

Selvig hopped over to them through the rubble, his hands still on the knobs of the machine around his neck. Jane realized then that her old friend must have saved the both of them. But that still didn't explain the new mystery right in front of her. Darcy and Ian the Intern were following right behind him as they stared in awe at the ship like she had just a few seconds ago.

"Are you alright, Jane?" Thor said, slowly climbing to his feet, using Jane to steady himself as he did so. He wasn't looking at her though, but on the strange man in the spacecraft.

"I'm fine," Jane reassured him. "But don't worry about me. What about you?"

"I am well," Thor turned and gave her a beaming smile. "The Nine Realms are once again safe."

"Well, yeah, that's great and all, and definitely why we came here, but are we going to talk about that," Darcy interrupted, pointing at the newly landed spaceship and the guy getting up from his seat. "Or are we just going to keep ignoring that elephant?"

"Elephant?" Thor mumbled, but no one paid him any mind as a side door to the craft opened and a man wearing a red leather trench coat, boots, and old-fashioned headphones around his neck climbed out.

"Um, hi?" the man said, waving a little as he hopped to the ground next to his ship.

"Hi spaceman!" Darcy called.

"Darcy," Jane hissed at her.

"What?" Darcy said back. "I was just saying hello."

"Who are you, friend?" Thor took over, shuffling forward toward the other man, and putting himself in front of the Midgardians. The man was not a Dark Elf, that much was certain, but he was also clearly not of Earth. "And where do you hail from?"

"Uh, hail from?" the man made a face before looking around with wide eyes at the area around them. Jane noticed they were a pleasant shade of brown, and his hair looked like it was a dark red or maybe even blonde. Or was it ginger? Were there ginger aliens? Well, Volstagg didn't count...

"I don't really hail from anywhere anymore except the Milano," the man pointed to his ship. "And, uh, my name's Peter. Peter Quill. You might know me better as Star Lord."

The man said this with a hopeful look on his face, and the four Midgardians looked to their resident space expert for any confirmation.

"Who?" Thor asked, trying to be polite, but mostly just looking politely confused.

"I- ugh, never mind," the man rolled his eyes. "One day..."

"You'll have to forgive me," Thor told him. "I'm unfamiliar with anything beyond the Nine Realms..."

"Oh, well, yeah, you're probably from Vanaheim or something right?" the man said, walking over to them slowly before he stopped a few paces from their group. Thor at the head, Jane at his side, and the other three close behind him.

"I am Thor of Asgard," Thor told him, looking a little unsettled that someone didn't recognize him. He was the crown prince of Asgard and a well-known Midgardian hero, after all, and it'd been some time since he hadn't been recognized on sight.

"Oh!" the man, Peter, exclaimed with the look of sudden realization. "You're Thor! Uh, prince or something? Wow. I... was not expecting to meet royalty today. Well, today is kind of weird all around to be honest."

Peter turned to frown contemplatively at his ship, most likely thinking about how he was going to go back to wherever he had come from without the help of the convergence.

"Forgive me for assuming, but I don't think you're from the Nine Realms," Thor looking at Peter inquisitively. "I did not think that the convergence affected any other area of the galaxy."

"Oh...well," Peter said looking embarrassed. "I was on Vanaheim when all this happened. Actually you might want to check there if all your airships didn't come back. I passed by a Terran one there before I got spat out over here."

"Oh shit," Darcy said, as she put a hand over her mouth, thinking of the possibly very confused airforce guys hanging out in one of the other realms.

"Yeah, I know, right?" Peter said to her. "So, uh, if you don't mind me asking, what was going on here? I've never seen a ship like that before, especially that weird, sinister cloud thing."

Thor looked uneasy at this. Surely, it would not be wise to spread the knowledge of the Aether to someone they didn't know. However, he did not want to lie to such an amiable new companion either. Perhaps, he thought sadly, he would take a page out of his brother's book and only tell him half of the truth.

"The Dark Elves from Svartalfheim awoke from their slumber and sought to conquer the nine realms during the convergence," Thor told him, without mentioning the Aether. "Luckily, we were able to destroy their forces and their flagship before they could succeed."

"Uh, wow," Peter said, not expecting an answer quite like that. "Dark Elves? Huh, never heard of them before. So, uh, good job, I guess? Thanks for saving... well, were they just going after the 'nine realms' or were they going after the whole galaxy? I mean, not that the nine realms don't make up a significant portion of that, but, you know, just asking."

"Their leader, Malakith, would not have been satisfied with just that," Thor told him somberly. "His goal was to conquer all of creation."

Peter whistled, his eyes still wide with shock. And he patted Thor on the shoulder just a little. Thor looked at where he'd been patted with bemusement and then at the very Midgardian-like man in front of him.

"Wow, good job then."

"Thank you," Thor said with surprising sincerity. It visibly made Peter look a little uncomfortable.

"Uh, you're welcome," Peter said awkwardly. "Well, I best be on my way. Long trip back to anywhere from here you know."

"Wait! Are you really an alien?" Darcy asked. Selvig, Jane, and Ian all turned their heads to stare at her.

"What? Does he seem very alien to you?" Darcy explained, hands nearly on her hips. "He even has a Sony Walkman. I haven't seen one of those in ages."

She pointed at the maybe-alien's wait where, sure enough, a walkman was there in surprisingly good condition.

"Oh wow," Jane said, taking a step forward to look more closely. "Where did you get one of those?"

"It's mine," Peter said a tad defensively as he flipped his trench coat over his waist, and plucked the headphones from around his neck and shoved them into an inside coat pocket. "I've always had it."

"Are you from Earth then?" Ian piped in. Jane almost jumped, embarrassingly enough, but thankfully no one was looking at her. She'd forgotten he was there to be honest.

"Well, originally," Peter admitted reluctantly. "When I was a kid. But, you know, I left."

"Oh my God," Darcy said. "When? The nineties? You have a walkman."

"There's nothing wrong with walkmans," Peter said defensively. "And I left in the eighties. Well, 1988."

"Oh my God, what?" Jane couldn't help but contribute. Unconsciously copying Darcy. Jane sometimes swore that the worst of themselves was rubbing off on each other. "You must have been... how old are you? You can't be more than thirty."

"Uh," Peter said, looking shifty and edging back toward his ship.

"Hey we're not judging or anything," Darcy said, holding her hands out like one might do for a startled animal. "Just curious, you know? Not often that we meet any space men that are actually from Earth. We just have Muscles over here."

She reached out and patted Thor on his well-muscled bicep that presumably got him his newest Darcy-nickname.

"Indeed, Peter Quill," Thor said. "You do not have to leave so soon. Surely you must be eager to spend some time on your homeworld despite the unusual circumstances?"

Peter looked each of them, studying their faces intently, for what Jane didn't know. But when he looked down at his feet and sighed she knew that they had him.

"All of this is very interesting," Dr. Selvig piped in from where he'd been off examining one of the courtyards new craters. "But it looks like the police are here. I don't know about you, but I don't want to go to holding again quite so soon."

"Right," Jane said quickly, looking over at the flashing lights. "Time to go."

"I, uh, could give you a ride?" Peter offered tentatively, pointing at his spaceship.

"Thanks, Spaceman!" Darcy said, looking excited as she hopped past him to the ship. "How about giving me a boost?"

Peter watched her, stunned for a few seconds, as Darcy attempted to climb up the side of the craft, Ian ineffectively trying to give her a lift up. He shook his head and walked over to help.