#alsofromfresno

My muse has been injured and is struggling to get dressed. Send "Need a hand?" for their reaction to your muse offering to help.

It seemed to be a SHIELD trait, the inability to stay down when you'd gotten hurt, to actually accept that bed rest was what you needed. She was a biochemist and a medic to boot, she knew better and yet there she was struggling to get her clothes on and get out of her bunk. She glanced up as Kay entered the room and promptly offered to help. 

      He is a guardian, yes, but today, he is a warrior. There is too much being hidden from his All-Sight on Midgard, and he doesn't know how or why, and there is only one solution. He has to attend to it himself. He can, of course, project himself to Asgard and warn the king and queen of anything else that needs their attention, but the golden realm got along before he was there, and it will have to do so in his absence.

     In an instant, he transports himself to the surface of Midgard, and applies an illusion to himself so that he looks to be wearing normal clothing. He doesn't want to risk not having his armor on, but at the same time, it might catch too much attention-- not that he won't anyway at his towering height. As he turns around the corner, heading towards the source of the disturbance in his vision, he collides with a young woman.