<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/110503/Thor_320.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Thor Odinson<br/><strong>Title:</strong> God of Thunder<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Flying over Western United States: California - en route to New York (Stark Tower)<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 1:47 PM Western Time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>A Wendy's restaurant full of people</span></span><br/><br/>As Thor departed from Hawaii towards the West, he felt his energy waning and realized that the dark energy tunnel had taken more out of him than he had realized. He was still seeing nothing but water underneath him as he soared to the California coastline, and wondered if this was such a good idea after all. If he could try to call Stark, or SHIELD, to him, then that would probably be better than just flying aimlessly across the plains and hoping to find them. They would never be able to exceed his traveling speed and efficiency of course but if he could at least speak with them, inform them of his grave revelation, then that could help get the other Avengers organized before Loki had a chance to start causing any major damage.<br/><br/>This idea was helped along by a ravenous hunger developing in Thor and as he passed unknowingly over Tony's old home in Malibu, he decided he needed to stop somewhere and get something to eat. In this era of Midgard's history, their ability to communicate on a global scale was exactly what he needed and even the poorest simpleton had access to such things, so he could ask anybody to help him while he satiated his appetite. A large sign with a friendly-looking girl smiling on it, apparently named Wendy, caught his eye. He swooped down and landed neatly in the parking lot where every space was taken. Looking up to see people wide-mouthed and staring at him through the plate-glass windows, he tried to act naturally, like he hadn't just fallen out of the sky and landed as gently as a feather.<br/><br/>Walking inside the establishment, hammer still in hand, he couldn't continue not noticing the numerous camera phones recording his entrance. He was just glad he wasn't wearing his signature cape and armor or that might have really freaked them out. A friendly-looking blond woman who was sitting closest to him and recording him started to tremble as he approached her.<strong>"Pardon me, my good lady, but might I ask you to show me how to use this device?"</strong>he asked her politely, tapping the top of her phone gently.<strong>"It is rather urgent, I assure you. I must get into contact with the Man of Iron, Stark. Him, or the other Avengers, Captain America or the man called Fury. Do you know of them?"</strong>he inquired. The fast-food restaurant was now filled with chatter. Thor's stomach growled loudly and broke the near-silence.<strong>"Excuse me..."</strong>Thor blushed, turning back towards the counter where the smell of cooking food was the strongest.<strong>"Bring me your largest serving of meat."</strong>he called over to the person at the register.<br/><br/>As Thor downed his third triple cheeseburger and demanded another, the blond woman sat beside him surfing the internet on her iPhone, trying to find a phone number for Tony Stark that didn't get redirected to an automated directory, and failing that, trying to look up Nick Fury and SHIELD, though of course such things were classified to the public. Thor didn't seem to notice as he downed a large Frosty, although he scared the shit out of everyone in the restaurant when he experience brain freeze for the first time by drinking it too fast and dropped Mjolnir, creating a minor tremor.<strong>"My apologies! That was an accident."</strong>he stood up to reassure everyone, though he let Mjolnir rest, not wanting any more mishaps to occur. No one but he could lift it anyway.<br/><br/>By the time Thor finished off 40 spicy chicken nuggets and the entire tank of lemonade from the front counter, they had made no progress in reaching anyone of any importance. Luckily the blond wasn't a stereotypical 'dumb blond' and decided to just get Mapquest directions to Stark Tower. Thor would have to fly low and pay attention to freeway signs but it would be the fastest way to get where he needed. He thanked the restaurant patrons and employees and departed, not realizing that because he mentioned Tony Stark's name, they were planning on billing him for the food and the hole in the floor he had created.<br/><br/>Thor took to the air once more, soaring over the interstate and heading back toward New York, hoping he would not be too late. It would take him roughly six hours at his current rate of travel, meaning it would be dark by the time he arrived. He hoped Stark Tower was lit up brightly enough for him to see from afar.