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Amora's head banged back against the seat as the plane touched down on the ground. It wasn't a pleasant way to wake up, but she was just grateful that she was finally on ground again. She could feel her body and mind still exhausted from the lack of sleep. She rubbed the back of her head, looking out the window, a little upset that there wasn't much scenery except typical forest trees and a runway.

Once they got off the plane, she felt herself stumble her first few steps on land. "This is so embarrassing," she thought to herself, "Goddesses do not stumble in front of mortals. Get yourself together!" She could hear Bucky laugh behind her. "Dammit!"

They were greeted by more army officials who gave Amora strict instructions. She would be placed in a tiny townhome on the army base to secure her safety. She was at least happy she would have her own privacy and alone time. When Amora learned that she would have duties on the base, she jerked

her head back a little and crossed her arms. She knew she had to help them with some secret project, but other chores? No.

"I was not aware that I was going to slave for you, mortals," she raised her hand and examined her finger nails, "I do not clean up after mortal men."

A young man stepped forward, removing his army cap, "We did some research before you landed," he fairly young, had to be a teenager at most, and a little nervous. She was not about to give him a hard time.

"Go on," Amora put down hand, her full attention going to the young soldier. He took a deep breath, "General Phillips sent us some information on Norse Mythology," he pulled some papers out of his pocket, trying to get them in order. He gazed them over and looked up at her again, "You have an ability to heal, don't you?"

"Let me guess," she started, "You read about the Golden Apples...didn't you?" A smirked formed on her face. The young soldier nodded slightly, putting the papers back in his pocket. She knew what they had already read and the information they had gathered.

"I am not keeping any secrets here since you all vowed to protect me. Yes, I can heal myself and others, but I cannot regrow limbs or bones. Norse Mythology is not fake. Yes, some stories may be exaggerated, but nothing is fake."

"That's what we need you for, miss-I mean-goddess," the young man twisted his cap in his hands, pressing his lips together tightly. A Sergeant stepped forward, "We need you to heal our men."

Amora bit her bottom lip, thinking this one over. She could easily heal those soldiers, but what would she get in return? Just housing? "What would I get out this? Yes, I can heal with my abilities, though some techniques require resources. Resources that I can easily require here on Midgard."

"We will supply everything you need," the man had a loud, deep, voice. "We are also going to supply you with clothes and hygiene products to make your stay a little more comfortable. Since you fit into Agent Clark's dress and shoes it will be easier to find your size." The Sergeant and young soldier then escorted them to a new 1936 Chevrolet Sedan.

"Please tell me this one stays on the ground," Amora said, getting in to the back of the car. She observed the inside, looking at all the details of the doors and seating.

"Oh, it does, doll," Bucky got in, sitting right next to her, "I take it you never been in a car before?"

"Are you always going to be wherever I go? And no, I have not." Amora leaned back in her seat, crossing her feet over each other.

"It's kind of my job to get you to your destination, darlin'." He tapped on the front seat, informing the driver to go. "Have you ever had coffee?"

"What is a coffee?" She asked with a confused look in her eyes, "Is it a meal of some sorts?"

Bucky couldn't help but laugh out loud at her response which made her a little annoyed, "James, do not make fun of me!" She crossed her arms and turned her head away from him, feeling embarrassed. Of course she knew she had to learn new customs, but she didn't think that she would be made fun of.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he placed an arm on her shoulder, which she shook off. "Coffee is like the number one drink here in America. The fact that you never heard of it, or never had it is kind of depressing and yet funny." He let out a little chuckle again.

"You are making fun of me!" Amora whipped her head around, causing some of her golden hair to hit her in the face...the last thing she needed. "How would you feel if you went to Asgard and all the Gods made fun of you because you didn't know what the Golden Apples were?!"

"But I don't know what the Golden Apples a-" "Exactly!" Amora cut him off and turned her head, looking back out the window again. She didn't know why she was getting so heated. Probably from the lack of sleep she got and the fact that she didn't eat in over 10 hours.

"Hey, I'm sorry, doll." Bucky said, grabbing her shoulder again. This time she didn't shake it off. Amora felt his warm touch and didn't want to snap at him again. "No, I'm sorry James," she looked down at her hands and started fiddling with her fingers, "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. You just have to understand that this is all new to me."

"Tell you what," Bucky had a smile on his face and patted her shoulder to get her to look at him, "How about after you get settled in I take you out to get some coffee so you can try it and maybe some dinner too?"

Amora looked at him with a look of slight worry, "I have a feeling you only want to do this 'good guy' act because I am a goddess and you are just a man and that you are tying to get something out of me."

"Nope. Not even close, darlin'. What did I tell you before? Goddess or not, it doesn't change the way I look at you. Now, how about it?" He smiled bigger, making her smile back at him. Amora studied him a little longer, not getting any sense of lies or deception from him, which made her feel good about a man for once.

"I'd like that James," she said with a smile, leaning her head back to close her eyes once more to get one final rest in.