An extremely large man with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes strode in. His steps shook the floor, but the large grin that could be considered goofy gave him a friendly and gentle presence. He wore an intricate set of armor but that didn't help (f/n) identify just who he was. He hadn't been apart of the group who chased after her.
"Hello!" He boomed taking the seat that seemed almost too small for him. "I am Thor Odinson of Asgard." He set a large hammer down by his feet with a metallic thunk on the cold white tiles. His accent was pleasant and very refined for his brutish physique. "What is thy name fair maiden?"
(f/n) instantly liked this Thor. "(f/n)." she replied giving him a smile.
"Ah! What an enchanting name. It suits you!" Thor's enthusiasm is infectious and she couldn't help but give a little laugh.
"Thank you." (f/n) replied.
"Director Fury has told me that you are a mage of sorts?"
The tiny young woman shrugged a little. "I guess you could call me that."
"The good kind?"
She felt it was a strange question to be asked by Thor, but nodded anyway. "Yes. The good kind."
(f/n) spent a few more days in the Infirmary Wing of the massive Airship she learned was called a Helicarrier before Directory Fury asked her again if she wanted to join the Avengers.
If you say yes continue on to chapter two
If you say no go on to E1