"Oh we gotta turn up the crazy,

Livin' like a washed up celebrity,

Shooting fireworks like it's the Fourth of July,

Until we feel alright...,"

-Victorious; by Panic! at the Disco

Once Thor was out of the way of oncoming traffic — though Opal wouldn't admit it was really traffic, just the usual two or three cars that drove around during the day — she threw him a heated glare. Thor seemed a little miffed at the way Opal had moved him out of the way of the oncoming cars, but it didn't seem to last that long.

It didn't take long for Thor to continue walking, his long legs making quite a gap between himself and Opal.

"Where in God's name do you think you're going?" she exclaimed, practically jogging to catch up with him.

"Fifty miles West of here." The answer was simple, which made Opal stop for a moment before walking again.

"Is it because of the hammer?" she asked, managing to catch up with him.

"Of course," he replied. "I'm getting what belongs to me."

"You can't be serious." Thor looked back at Opal. Her response made it evident she didn't believe him; given what she saw in those mens' heads, it seemed impossible for Thor to claim something like that belonged to him. "Why don't you just think this through before jumping into it?" she said. When he didn't answer, she let out a frustrated sigh. "Thor, please don't do this."

"Why not?" Thor asked, a humorous tone underlying his words.

"Besides the fact the government seems to think it's theirs, that hammer looked super ancient." Throwing her arms up in exasperation when Thor refused to slow down, Opal let out a frustrated groan. "I don't know what that hammer's supposed to be or why it's super important to you, but there's something about it those guys couldn't understand. What makes you think you do?"

"Because I'm Thor," he responded, the answer also said as though it were the most simple thing in the world. "I will take back what is mine; whatever those men think it is, they're wrong."

"You can't just walk in there and take it. It's not going to be as easy as you think it'll be."

"Opal." Erik's voice cut through whatever kind of discussion Thor and Opal were having; the two stopped walking to see Erik, Jane, and Darcy hurrying behind them. The look on the older man's face was deathly serious, and it made Opal wonder what he was thinking about.

"If you take me there now, I'll tell you everything I know," Thor said.

Opal looked back at Jane, whose eyes lit up at the proposition. There was no doubt in Opal's mind that Jane would agree to take him, but she had to understand that going to a government-run area was dangerous. Thankfully, Jane saw the look on her friend's face and started to hesitate.

"You'll answer everything?" Jane pressed, bouncing from one foot to another.

Thor nodded. "Everything will be reveled once I reclaim Mjølnir."

"Myuh-Myuh?" Darcy asked. "What's 'Myuh-Myuh'?"

"A word, Jane," Erik said curtly. The look Erik threw Opal's way told her to stay there. When Jane, Darcy, and Erik huddled together, Opal crossed her arms over her chest and turned to face Thor. He looked at her curiously, as if he were looking at her for the first time.

"What's Mjølnir?" she asked. A hint of a smile spread across the tall blonde's face. "Apparently it seemed enough to piss Erik off. What is it?"

"It will help me show my worth to Father," Thor said, his eyes darkening.

"That doesn't really answer my question."

There was a brief moment of silence before Thor decided to speak. "You were able to see what it looked like in the minds of those men," he replied, his tone curious with a hint of caution. "And what you did with the cup...I didn't think Midgardians were capable of doing that."

Opal's brows furrowed. He actually paid some attention, and it caught her off guard. Certainly there was the chance he'd notice her stopping the cup when he threw it, but she didn't think he'd really pay much attention to how she'd gathered information of the crater site.

"You've changed the subject," she countered. Thor studied Opal for a good minute, and a shiver of something ran up her spine. Opal wasn't sure if the shiver was pleasurable or out of discomfort, but it lingered for a moment before Jane, thankfully, came in and ruined whatever little moment was happening.

"I'm sorry," Jane said, sounding rather formal, "but we — I — can't take you."

"Then this is where we say goodbye," Thor responded. Taking Jane's hand, he gently kissed her knuckles, causing her to flush and giggle uncontrollably. "Jane Foster, Erik Selvig, Opal, and Darcy — farewell." Thor's gaze went to Opal's for one last moment, causing another shiver to run up her spine, before he turned and walked away.

O.O.O.O

"I think he caught on to me being a mutant," Opal said, her voice quiet. The walk to Jane's apartment seemed to be slower and more deliberate, even with how small the town was. "I could've altered his memories a little before we left."

"You really think he noticed?" Darcy asked.

"He knew I was the one who calmed him down at Jane's place, he saw me stop the mug he threw at Isabela's, and he caught on to how I got info from those two guys at Isabela's, too." Opal's face scrunched up. "I didn't think he'd actually be paying attention to what I did."

"Sometimes you're not very discreet when you use your powers," Erik sighed. "If you don't want people to know it's you, don't make it so obvious."

"That's the thing, I wasn't being obvious at Isabela's," she responded. "When he threw his cup, I could've handled it. Jane elbowed me and I lost my concentration."

"Someone could've seen," Jane replied. "I've got to agree with Erik on this one."

"I was trying to avoid a scene."

"It's the thought that counts," Darcy exclaimed.

Once they crossed the final block leading to Jane's apartment, they stopped. A truck was driving out of the parking lot of the apartment building Jane lived in, the back area filled with some of her gizmos and gadgets. Opal could see the look of confusion then utter horror on her friend's face before she quickly looked over at the building. There were a few black SUVs in the parking lot, various sharply-dressed men were walking in and out. A lot of the men who were leaving had boxes full of Jane's things, they were going through every nook and cranny. Not even the motorhome where most of the research was conducted had been spared.

"Hey!" Jane shouted, running over to where the men were, with Opal and the others not far behind. "What the hell is going on!?"

"Ms. Foster, I'm Agent Coulson from S.H.I.E.L.D.," one of the men responded. He was an older looking man, but his serious face had a sort of kindness behind it.

"Is that supposed to mean something to me?" Jane snapped. "You can't do this!"

Erik immediately grabbed Jane's shoulder, whispering something to her in hopes of calming her down.

"Do you even have a warrant to be doing this?" Opal snapped, giving Coulson a heated glare.

Coulson's gaze met Opal's for a moment, and there was something in that gaze that caused a bubble of discomfort to form in the pit of Opal's stomach. It was almost like he knew something she didn't, like something he knew on her that even she didn't know. Even Erik's reaction to the whole thing was adding to the feeling.

"I can assure you it's completely legal, Ms. Cunningham."

The unsettled feeling seemed to intensify knowing he knew her name.

After a moment, Jane yanked herself out of Erik's grasp. "This is my life," she barked.

"We're investigating a security threat," Coulson explained. "We need to appropriate your records and all your atmospheric data."

"Appropriate? You mean steal!" Jane exclaimed.

Coulson and Jane continued to argue for a minute more. It was almost pitiful, seeing her trying to negotiate in some way to keep her data and devices. A lot of the machinery that had been in Jane's apartment had been built from scratch, and seeing it being hauled off by a mysterious group of men was almost unreal.

"I'm on the verge of understanding something extraordinary!" Jane exclaimed, sounding almost like she was begging. "And everything I know about this phenomena is either in my lab or in this book..." She motioned to the leather-bound book in her hands.

With a single nod of Coulson's head, one of the suited men took the leather-bound book Jane was carrying.

"Can you guys just give her her things back?" Opal exclaimed. "This doesn't make any sense."

"I'd suggest you calm down, Ms. Cunningham," Coulson replied. "This is a small town, which means more damage and plenty of casualties." Looking at Jane, Coulson tried for a comforting smile. "Thank you for your cooperation."

(A/N):

This chapter is long overdue, and I apologize for not having it up sooner. I also apologize if this chapter seemed too similar to the movie in any way; I was hoping to find a way to finish it quickly, but I guess I got a little too dependent on the actual movie. What's done is done, I guess.

Do I own anything in the MCU? No. No I don't.

This is an Opal/Thor pairing, and I know it may not seem like either party is showing any obvious signs of attraction, but I'll be sure to put in some fillers that'll show some growing romance between my OC and Thor. If you've got any ideas on how those fillers could play out, don't hesitate to let me know. Also, if you've got ideas on OCs you'd like to see added into the story, leave a review or PM me.

Be kind to one another, don't text and drive, and I hope you guys find hilarious memes on the internet.

Leave a thought on anything I could improve on.

Thank you.

Judith W