The Oncoming Storm

“Amazing now that I’m looking at you, gorgeous.” Max smirked, blatantly staring at the woman’s chest. “I don’t think we’ve met, but we should definitely get to know each other.”

"I do not see what purpose our getting to know each other would serve," Avra said formally. "You are but a mortal, and a weak one at that. Perhaps you would be better served pursuing another woman."

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Sam chuckled lightly, shaking his head. “I’m assuming you’re not that familiar with Earth? Maybe I could show you around? If you want, I mean. Anything you need, really, I can maybe give you a hand.”

Avra nodded eagerly. "I would love for you to show me around! I am afraid I am not familiar with your mortal customs. There was this grassy area with a fountain that I found, and I received the oddest looks when I decided to wash my feet there."

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Avra frowned at the young man. "I am doing fine, thank you. And how are you doing?" she asked politely. "Do we know each other?"

Sam chuckled, shaking his head very slightly before shrugging. “I dunno about that. I just try to do my job, I guess.” he told her. “To be honest, I don’t really know anything about you, besides being Thor’s kid. You’re kind of mysterious, I guess.”

Avra bent her head down, letting out a small laugh. "Mysterious?" she repeated. "I spend much of my time on Asgard, and only recently do I have a dwelling of my own here on Midgard. My father wishes me to follow in his footsteps, I believe," she grimaced, already missing Asgard.

"Avra," she corrected testily. "You would do well to remember it." Her face brightened as she smiled. "Yes, I am the daughter of Thor. I am pleased to make the acquaintance of the Patriot. You are truly one of Midgard's bravest, I have heard."