Marvel: My Sign-in System

I forgot about Daisy being Darcy, so I edited that out

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Darcy and the old man still looked bewildered.

Jane smiled awkwardly. She felt helpless, unsure if the handsome stranger truly had a mental issue or if he was responsible for the strange events unfolding. Regardless, Jane wasn't the type to shirk responsibility. If someone caused trouble, she believed it was her duty to address it.

Thor, however, paid no attention to the trio's disbelief. In his mind, mortals were always ignorant—it was simply their nature.

The meal was served quickly, a selection of simple yet flavorful dishes typical of Mexico. While not particularly fancy, the food had a unique charm. After finishing, Thor downed a large glass of beer in one gulp. The taste left him deeply satisfied. Lost in thought about his life in Asgard, he grabbed the empty glass and smashed it on the ground.

Bang!

"Another!" Thor declared loudly.

The shattering glass and his booming voice immediately drew the attention of the clerk and other restaurant patrons.

"What is wrong with you?" Jane hissed incredulously, lowering her voice to avoid a scene. She offered a forced smile to the onlookers before turning back to Thor.

Thor looked at her, puzzled. "I am expressing my satisfaction. It is a gesture of appreciation."

"Well, we don't do that here!" Jane snapped. "If you break something, you have to pay for it!"

"My sincerest apologies," Thor said, his tone slightly sheepish.

The clerk, visibly annoyed but not wanting to escalate the situation, replied, "Forget it. Just don't let it happen again."

Jane, exasperated, took the opportunity to explain modern Earth customs to Thor. She wasn't sure if he was truly delusional or simply confused, but to her surprise, her words seemed to get through. While he still referred to himself as the "son of Odin," he appeared to grasp the idea of acting more appropriately.

This small victory gave Jane a surprising sense of relief.

After the meal, Jane hurriedly paid the bill and covered the cost of the damage. She then ushered Thor out of the restaurant and into the RV, driving back to her studio and residence.

The house, which she shared with the doctor, was spacious yet modestly priced. As an astronomer, Jane's salary was relatively comfortable, but the lifestyle of scientists often came with its quirks. Papers, books, and research notes were scattered everywhere. Tables were cluttered, and clothes lay in random piles, creating an undeniable mess.

Jane blushed in embarrassment at the sight of the chaos. She quickly stepped forward, motioning for Darcy to help as they both began tidying up in a flurry of activity.

Thor spent an entire day on Earth, navigating the world of mortals.

During the day, Dr. Erik Selvig—who didn't seem to trust Thor much—spent time chatting with him. Thor shared stories of the Nine Realms and Asgard. His explanations, though fantastical, were remarkably coherent and logical, making Selvig question his initial skepticism.

After all, a truly delusional person wouldn't be able to construct such a complete and self-consistent narrative. Thor spoke of Asgard's dominion over the Nine Realms, the World Tree that connected them, and the Rainbow Bridge that served as a portal. He even recounted how Odin had exiled him. For a brief moment, Selvig almost believed him.

Selvig, an experienced and perceptive man, had a knack for reading people. Thor's demeanor—the pride and arrogance ingrained in his very being, coupled with an undeniable sincerity toward those he considered friends—was too authentic to dismiss. If Thor wasn't genuinely who he claimed to be, then he must have been either an Oscar-worthy actor or a master of psychological manipulation.

Selvig couldn't reconcile such depth of character with the idea of Thor being merely delusional. If Thor was lying, why? What purpose would deceiving him and Jane serve?

His questions found some answers that evening.

The Mexican town, quiet and serene at night, lay under a canopy of clear skies and brilliant stars. The house where they stayed was on the outskirts, adding to the tranquility. Jane, Darcy, and Selvig decided to make the evening special by having a barbecue in the backyard.

Thor, intrigued by the idea, joined them enthusiastically. Outdoor feasts were not foreign to him. During his campaigns across the Nine Realms, he and his companions often hunted and roasted their meals under the open sky. Though less refined than Earthly barbecues—with no special grills or seasonings—those meals carried the same camaraderie.

The spread included fried beef and lamb chops, barbecue, fruit salad, and plenty of beer. Thor's face lit up with joy at the feast. His rugged handsomeness and heroic aura stood out as he shared bits of wisdom that left the others in awe. Some of these insights, learned from his mother, Frigga, and father, Odin, struck Jane and Darcy as unexpectedly profound.

The evening grew more lively as the group bonded over food and drink. Jane, seated with Darcy, sat across from Thor and Selvig. They all held their beers high, toasting and laughing. Under Thor's influence, everyone drank with more enthusiasm, even Jane, who wasn't much of a drinker. She took a large gulp from a massive beer glass, over 700 milliliters, and her cheeks turned rosy from the alcohol. Relaxed and slightly tipsy, Jane became more talkative, her usual guarded demeanor giving way to a cheerful warmth.

But just as the mood reached its peak, an uninvited guest appeared, shattering the harmony.

"Thor, why did your father exile you to Earth?"

Jane asked with great curiosity, leaning forward slightly. Dr. Selvig, equally intrigued, turned his attention to Thor as well. During their conversations earlier, Thor had only touched on the subject briefly.

Even though Selvig still wasn't convinced Thor was the figure of legend, he figured it wouldn't hurt to listen—it could at least make for a good story.

Thor fell silent for a moment, his expression briefly clouded with emotion. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could answer, a deep, magnetic voice interrupted him.

"Because of differing philosophies."

The sudden intrusion startled them all. The four of them immediately stood, their eyes darting toward the source of the voice. There, on the lawn not far from their table, stood a man who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Under the faint glow of the lights, his features came into view: he was tall, impeccably dressed in a deep purple suit, with a strikingly handsome yet unnervingly pale face. His eyes shimmered with an almost hypnotic allure, as if they held some kind of unspoken power.

Dr. Selvig stepped forward, his expression hardening. Despite his usual mild demeanor, he was ready to defend their space.

"Listen, kid," Selvig said sharply, "if I were you, I'd get off my lawn right now."

He wasn't bluffing—trespassing laws in the area heavily favored property owners. If push came to shove, Selvig could deal with the intruder and still be well within his rights.

The man, however, showed no signs of intimidation. With a slow, deliberate stride, he walked closer to the group, completely unfazed by the tension in the air. His movements were calm, almost too confident, as if he had nothing to fear.

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