"I'll never go down your road,

I find my way on my own,

I'll never follow your path,

I'll make mine and I won't look back...,"

-Your Future Is Not Mine; by Daisy Hamel-Buffa

The light became brighter and brighter. The clouds surrounding the light started swirling, the dust on the ground started rising. No one in the van had the slightest idea on how that could be happening; there hadn't been any wind all day. Once the dust started rising, the clouds started lowering to connect, looking almost like a tornado of dust and clouds, with the light flickering inside.

"Is that...?" Jane stuttered. She scurried through the sunroof with Erik in tow. The lights in the dust-cloud swirl started changing colors, becoming almost blinding, even from the distance the van was parked at.

"I thought you said it was a subtle aurora," Erik stammered.

"Go!" Jane shouted.

Darcy jumped in her seat before starting the van and driving off.

"You can't be serious, Jane!" Opal cried. "We're going towards it?!"

"You don't understand how important this is to me, Opal!" Jane snapped. "I can't miss this."

The van lurched and jumped from Darcy's erratic driving. Jane and Erik had gotten back into the van, with Erik being rational enough to close the sunroof. Jane got a handheld camera ready as she shoved herself into the passenger's seat next to Opal. It was a little frustrating, knowing how dangerous Jane's need for data could really get; but with how she was acting in that moment, it was beyond anything Opal could hope to explain. Why Jane felt the need to go toward the mysterious glowing tornado-like figure was frightening, it was confusing. Opal knew that Jane was so passionate about her science, but when she got herself so worked up she started putting others at risk, that was when Opal found herself making some new boundaries.

Once they were just a couple feet away, a loud thud caused the ground to vibrate violently and the van to shake just the same. A ring of dust came from the tornado-like form before a huge dust cloud made its way toward the van. The crashing sound echoed so loudly, it was a miracle none of them went deaf. Luckily, Darcy jerked the van away from the oncoming dust cloud, driving away as fast as physically possible.

"What are you doing!" Jane cried.

"I am not dying for six college credits!" Darcy snapped.

When Jane tried leaning over to jerk the steering wheel toward the formation, Opal tried using her telekinesis to pull Jane away.

"Opal, stop it!" Jane cried.

"Not until you stop acting psychotic!" she shouted. "Our lives are more important than your research!"

Another loud thud caused the ground to vibrate, making the dust cloud that had already consumed the van to seemingly intensify. What sounded like thunder and lightning mixed with the various other deafening sounds that were going on.

Right as Darcy tried pulling the steering wheel in another direction, a figure suddenly emerged from the dust and slammed into the side of the van, causing Opal, Jane, and Darcy to scream.

O.O.O.O

The deafening sounds had subsided. The dust was starting to settle, but the air was thick and filled with static. Opal could feel the tips of her auburn hair stand out from the static. All that dust irritated her green eyes, making her blink rapidly just to see a few inches in front of her. Jane, Darcy, Opal, and Erik had jumped out of the van after Darcy slammed on the breaks and shut off the engine. The four of them had taken just a second to sit in the van to see if they could comprehend what they just saw and endured.

So, when they exited the van, they scrambled around to see what they hit. Their brains were scrambled — Erik, on the other hand, was trying to keep a calm and rational hold on what had just occurred, hoping to calm down the three panicking women.

"Over here!" Darcy cried. "Jane, I think that was legally your fault!"

With flashlights shining on the unconscious figure of a fully grown man, there was a tense silence as they looked at the form. Even with flashlights, it was still a little difficult to make out certain details. The dust hadn't completely settled, so it was still making it a little hard to see.

Opal leaned down and curved her hands around the man's head. She could feel a conscious swirling around in his head, showing that he hadn't died. "He's still alive," she exclaimed. "He's alive!"

"Thank God," Darcy groaned.

Removing her hands from near his head, Opal looked at him to find any kind of physical injuries he might have sustained. That was when she could sort of see what he looked like. With Darcy's and Erik's flashlights shining on the form — Jane had wandered off, much to Opal's irritation — Opal could see what the man's face looked like. He had shoulder-length blonde hair, neatly trimmed facial hair, and seemed relatively young. He couldn't have been just a couple years older than Jane, and she was a year and a half older than Opal.

The man was laying on his back, a slight grimace on his face. Even laying down it was obvious he was extremely tall and it seemed like he kept himself in pretty good shape, too.

"Should I wake him up?" Opal exclaimed. When it came to unconscious people, when it would be established that their consciousness was still intact, Opal had a method of using her telepathy to kind of scare the unconscious person's mind so that they'd wake up. She didn't use it often, only when needed. Before anyone even had a moment to respond, the man opened his eyes and let out a surprised gasp. The sudden awakening startled Opal and caused her to let out a squeak. When she looked at him, she was surprised at how blue his eyes were, and came to realize that his expression had gone from a grimace to that of confusion as he regarded her.

Letting out what sounded like an almost pained groan, the man blinked rapidly and shook his head.

"Where did he come from?" Jane asked.

With an almost savage growl, the man stumbled to his feet, his hair covering his face as he looked around with a wild look in his eyes. Opal scurried to her feet and stepped back as she watched him trip and stumble around, panting loudly as he tried gathering his bearings. Once on his feet, he towered over all of them, even Erik.

"Hammer?" he slurred, his voice accented. "Hammer?!"

"Yeah, we can tell you're hammered, it's pretty obvious," Darcy replied sarcastically.

"Should I do something?" Opal asked. "I could detain him."

"I don't think that's smart," Erik said firmly.

"Oh my God," Jane cried. "Erik, look at this! We need to capture this!"

Jane's flashlight came to the ground, where the man was stumbling across, rubbing his face and looking up at the sky. On the ground was an intricate design forming a perfect circle.

"Jane, we have to take him to a hospital," Erik stated.

"Heimdall!" the man shouted. "Heimdall!"

"He's fine, look at him?" Jane said.

"He could be mentally disabled," Opal said, "or someone who's really dangerous."

"Or he could have a concussion," Darcy added.

"Heimdall, I know you can here me!" the man shouted. "Open the Bifrost!"

Jane looked at the man for a moment before focusing back on the design. "You go, I'll stay," she said firmly.

The man's attention went to them, as if he were really noticing them. "You," he exclaimed, pointing to Darcy, "what realm is this? Alfheim?! Jotunheim?!"

Taking out her taser, Darcy aimed it at the man's chest. "New Mexico," she snapped.

"You dare threaten me?" he exclaimed, sounding almost offended. "Thor, with so puny a..."

He didn't even finish his sentence before Darcy tasered him. Turns out, there was just enough juice in it to knock him out again.

"What?" Darcy exclaimed. "He was freaking me out!"

O.O.O.O

With him unconscious, and just a foot or two from the van, that meant the man — this Thor — had to be carried into the back. Which didn't look easy at all.

"Can't you just carry him in?" Darcy looked at Opal, looking almost sheepish in asking the question.

"Are you serious?" Opal threw a look her friend's way.

"You're really strong!"

"Trying to lift this guy could give me a stroke."

"She's not using her powers on him," Erik stated. "Help me lift him."

As it would turn out, lifting him up was difficult. Opal deduced the man must've been made out of pure muscle given that even with the help of three people, it was still hard to just get half of him off the ground. But once he was in the van, the doors were shut and locked, and everyone gathered inside to take him to the hospital.

(A/N):

It's a relatively short chapter, but hopefully it was good. Let me know what you guys think, OK? That's the important thing!

Do I own anything in the MCU? Aside from my subplots and OCs, I own nothing else.

Opal and the others have met Thor, and we'll see how the story progresses from here. We're only four chapters in, so I've got plenty of time to figure out how I want to work on Opal's relationship with Thor and how everything will play out while writing in the canonical storyline of the movie. If you've got ideas on what could be added into the movie, or any suggestions on how I could improve on my writing, let me know in a review or a PM.

Leave a thought on anything I can improve on.

Thank you.

Judith W