#fojane

Completely shaken by the anger that got caused upon Thor due to his infant of a brother and that ones unnecessary comments, the blonde jumped out the Stark towers window just a few seconds ago, not doing anything though and therefore landing on the ground in front of it half a moment later and with a heavy sounding thud. 

He .... well. Had no idea what to do now, where to go to - if not Asgard! - and no clue where he could find Thanos to even begin with. Spontaneity wasn't something he had planned on bringing down to this realm, but a situation like this required extraordinary handling anyway. And so it was no wonder that the thunderer simply turned around and walked right back into the Stark Tower, heavy gates opening before him where he came to a halt in the entrance area.

From that point on, he could either go to the elevator beasts and drive back up OR he'd go to the labors- where he never was before. Why anyway. The blonde had no clue about what the mortals called science; The less about the devices they used for their work. However, one led to the other and being as mindless as he was, Thor decided to at least risk one look at that area. He worn 'almost normal' clothes, considering the lady Potts has given him a few in his size, getting him into black jeans and a white shirt, combined with a pair of boots.

The looks he earned from the assistants as he entered the labors were easily ignored. After all, the thunderer gotten used to all those weird faces people made whenever he walked in. Was it because of the way he walked? Was it because of his seize? His bulky appearance? Whatever- he didn't care!

But then....

- his heart skipped a beat. Among all the people in white jackets he spied a smaller figure. Her hair long and light brown. She was dressed in jeans and a plaid female shirt. Was that..!? It was!! He could have sworn the scent reached straight through the room and towards him.

Which left Thor with a broad, very broad smile. One second later he came to stand besides her. Jane seemed to be completely taken in, her eyes focused onto what looked like a notebook to the god.

"I think I know of a woman who goes by the name of Jane Foster- at least I believe I do. About this tall?” he quickly gestures with one hand over to her from aside, continuing then, in hoping the nervous tone of his voice doesn't come along.