We've received intelligence
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Fifteen minutes later, Tony counts his new ten dollars happily.
Thor nurses his bruises whilst gathering together his stuff, at the insistence of Lena.
"Go see Jane!" She pokes his shoulder.
"Can't you see I'm packing." He glares down at her. She may be small, but she is fierce.
"Didn't know you read Shakespeare Thor. Why do you need to take anything anyway?" She grins, which earns her another glare.
"It's a long journey to Greenwich!" He's really getting tired of her now.
"You can fly." She folds her arms.
"How do you know that?"
"Telepath!" She trills happily.
"Come on Lena, give him a break." Clint laughs from the coffee machine. Thor sighs in relief. This excitable girl doesn't listen to many people, but Clint is one of them.
He steps towards the window. "Fare well my friends. I will return before dawn on Wodensday!" He swings his hammer, and flies up into the sky.
"That's really cool." Lena says. "I wish I could fly." She has a thought. "How did he get his magic powers?"
"He's a god." Bruce tells her. "Why do you want to know?"
"Oh, nothing really. Only my actual true mutation, yes, mutation is a thing, is copying other people's mutations so I was like why not but I don't think I can copy the powers of a god..." She shrugs her shoulders, and walks over to grab a coffee from Clint.
Steve pulls his 'I don't understand this weird world face and walks out'. Natasha mouths 'it's fine' to Lena.
Tony sends Bruce a look. A mutant? Hello science lab.
"No." Lena says, before they can even propose anything. "No, you can not have my blood and make it do weird things. I came here to be part of the team, not a lab experiment, thank you." She stares off whilst she says this.
Bruce, being Bruce, blushes with embarrassment, and thinks sorry as loud as he can. She smiles. Tony just frowns and shrugs it off.
Suddenly, Tony's tablet beeps. He pulls it out, and raises his eyebrows.
"Call from Fury, Avengers Assemble!... Over here." He swipes the screen, and the call transfers onto the large hologram projector.
"Avengers..." Fury says, "or most of you anyway. We've recently received intelligence via Lady Sif that Loki is planning to visit Midgard, but she is unsure of his intentions." Fury grimaces when he thinks of New York. "But it is likely that he will try and visit you. Be on your guard."
He terminates the call.