<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/5/59088/1882802-thor_2011_wallpaper_movie_wallpaper_15.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> Earth, above Hawaiian Islands; Mount Mauna Loa<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 11:51 AM Western Time<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Several very frightened tourists</span></span><br/><br/>Thor's body had suffered some due to the uncomfortable experience of traveling through a dark energy wormhole, the only possible means of transportation from one realm to another, and when he arrived on Earth, he was ejected in mid-air. Normally this would not have been a problem but the conditions inside the wormhole had been such that he was extremely disoriented and weakened, to the point where his sudden arrival in a more tolerable environment did not help him recover, but instead finally caused him to faint. His lifeless body plummeted at terminal velocity toward an island in the middle of a large body of water. It was only because Thor's body began to react to the radical mixture of heat and cold from his descent that shook him from his stupor, but even that did not enable him to take immediate action. Thor's vision was blurred and it took him a few moments to process the fact that he was in fact still falling. In fact, he was still so disoriented that it was only seconds before he plunged head-first into a boiling pool of molten rock that he was able to react in time to save himself. Giving the weakest thrust of Mjolnir he had ever done, he barely managed to avert his course in time, being pulled to the side in the nick of time, bursting out of the volcano's side and being dragged down by the rubble that followed.<br/><br/>Thor skidded down the side of the mountain like a human rockslide, dragging a trail of dust and debris down with him as his impact speed slowly lost momentum, and at last he came to a complete halt at the base of the volcano, when he very violently collided with an empty jeep that flipped completely over as he bounced back and lay face-down in the sand, not unconscious, but just so shook up and confused, he didn't move for several minutes.<br/><br/>The tour group to which the jeep belonged were in awe of what they saw. At first they thought it might have been a volcanic rock ejected by the force of an eruption, but when Thor slowed down enough for them to see it was a man, they were even more shocked. So when he crashed into the vehicle they were going to take up to the top was knocked over, it was no surprise that they thought the poor, strangely-dressed man was quite dead. A sandal-ed foot belonging to an intrepid grandfather gently tapped Thor's ribs as if there could have been any way for a person to survive such a thing. Thor simply clutched a handful of sand and waved the old man away, who promptly screamed and ran back to hide behind his five-year-old granddaughter.<br/><br/>Thor shakily made his way up on one knee and looked around. His damp, sweaty hair was caked with dirt, rocks and sand, as were his face and arms. He looked a fright, and felt like it too. Wiping the mud from his eyes, he looked around at the mortals gaping at him and thought of something to say. He needed information, after all. Not being a native, he couldn't just intuit where where the man called Fury was. Of course, these people looked horrified so he decided to alter his appearance to become more personable before he communicated with them. He walked past them towards the surf and dropped Mjolnir at the water's edge. The cape and armor he wore about his torso and arms vanished in an electrical surge, and he disappeared under the water for a minute, washing away the remnants of his catastrophic arrival.<br/><br/>Emerging from the sea moments later, he approached the still stunned tourists and hoped that they spoke the same language as Jane Foster.<strong>"I require your assistance."</strong>he announced loudly as he competed with the crashing waves for the dominant sound.<strong>"I seek the location of the Man of Iron, the one called Stark. Where can I find Stark, the Man of Iron?"</strong>he asked them, eying each of them in turn, including the five-year-old. The tour guide, who appeared to be of native Hawaiian descent, pointed to the East.<br/><br/><strong>"Uh...that direction. About 2000 miles in that direction."</strong>he guessed, too scared to find his iPhone and check his accuracy.<br/><br/>Thor smiled and took the man's pointing hand, shaking it.<strong>"My thanks to you, my friend. Farewell."</strong>Letting go of the man's hand, Thor cast his arm back towards the water, where Mjolnir lay. It rocketed up from the sand and into his hand before Thor thrust it in the direction the man had pointed, and flew off before their very eyes.<br/><br/><strong>"Grampa, I don't want to see the volcano anymore, that guy's cooler!"</strong>the five-year-old tugged on her grandfather's shirt and pointed after the flying Asgardian.<br/><br/>Thor raced towards New York, not knowing exactly how long the 2000 mile journey would take, and debating whether it might be better to perhaps summon an unnatural thunderstorm to draw the attention of SHIELD to him rather than seeking them out.