<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://filmcreature.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/MTV_Thor.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>Time:</strong> 5: 32PM Eastern Time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Bruce Banner, Leena Moran</span></span><br/><br/>Although not anywhere near as resplendent as he was typically imagined to look, what with the fatigue of a half-day's journey, the sweat and particulate matter he had not managed to purge himself of on his flight, his lack of cape, arm guards and helm, Thor looked quite a sight at the moment, his hair never messier but his large frame and prominent posture unmistakable to his friends as the next-in-line to the throne of Asgard. Of course, he had to find them first. In the meantime, he was greeted by the disembodied voice of Jarvis, with whom he was entirely unacquainted.<br/><br/><strong>"Intruder detected in vicinity of R&amp;D Lab. Please confirm identity so appropriate defensive measures can be taken."</strong>Jarvis appeared not to recognize the God of Thunder, unfortunately, so the unfamiliarity was mutual.<br/><br/><strong>"Who speaks?!"</strong>Thor whirled around, unable to identify the source of the speech.<strong>"Show yourself!"</strong>At that time, he heard rapidly approaching footsteps. Believing this to be the mysterious stranger who threatened him, and losing his patience even further, Thor began whirling his hammer around, preparing to strike down whatever other mechanical drone Stark may have sent to 'greet' him, not imagining a mere mortal being brave enough to go up against something that caused the entire building to tremble.<br/><br/>Nothing could have surprised him more than to see his comrade-in-arms come rushing around the corner and slam into his chest. Of course, outside of his mean green machine form, Thor had a good 200-pound edge over Banner and so was able to stand his ground with barely even an involuntary twitch while Bruce was knocked on his backside, the look on his face making it difficult to figure out whether he was more shell-shocked by the collision or the fact that he was staring up at the very last person he would have expected to see at the moment.<br/><br/>Thor reached down his free hand to his fallen friend.<strong>"Are you all right, Banner? I did not mean to make an entrance in such a way but I had little choice. Time is of the essence and I must speak to you and Stark, and gather all of our allies together immediately. I regret to tell you that we are at war with Loki once more."</strong>he said grimly.<br/><br/>As the intoxicating presence of the blond stranger struck Thor, however, he didn't even realize he had loosened his grip and let Banner fall back down to the floor as he stood momentarily dumbstruck by Leena; every aspect of her appearance seemed to cry out a comforting familiarity, a sense that she was the reason the sun rose in the morn, but a tiny voice called out the name 'Jane' and shook him back to his senses. He was now able to hear Leena speak and confirmed his identity as she had correctly guessed.<strong>"I am indeed, Thor Odinson of Asgard, Miss...?"</strong>he may have been in a hurry but he wasn't leaving that hallway without her name. Now that Banner was in on the terrible news, he could handle getting the ball rolling on the Avengers regrouping. Perhaps this woman could help him in a more personal task while Bruce sounded the alarm to SHIELD and their friends.<br/><br/><strong>"Do you know of any way to locate a person?"</strong>he asked her, figuring she must have functioned as one of the many hundreds of staff staring into monitors and talking on phones that he saw around the SHIELD Helicarrier the last time he was there. He doubted very much that her body, so unlike the Black Widow's, would make her an active member of the Avengers like himself and Banner. All the while, he was resisting as hard as he could to act on impulses that weren't present before her appearance, urges that were nowhere near as potent as when he was around Jane. Could it be because she reminded him of his mother, with her golden locks?<strong>"I need to find Jane Foster. I promised her when I returned to Earth I would return to see her and I am a man of my word."</strong>he exhaled, focusing intently on his priorities as best he could.