It turns out driving for three days is a miserable experience.

  I pulled into the small town of Puente Antiguo sometime in the early afternoon, my back aching and my eyes tired.

  'I'm never doing this shit again.'

  I swore to myself that in the future I'd get some kind of convenient long-range travel ability.

  ? Can't spell well, but I define success; I sell well ?

  I turned off the radio and looked out at the town. It was tiny: a single main street, a diner, a gas station and a few stores.

  Even without doing anything special, I immediately garnered attention simply because I was a new person in town.

  I could already see a few locals eyeing my car from the sidewalk.

  Well, it probably didn't help that I had a New York pte.

  I idly drove through the town, getting a feel for the yout. It didn't take long, seeing as the whole town could be walked end to end within about ten minutes.

  'Nothing yet.'

  No crater. No S.H.I.E.L.D. perimeter, no confused Asgardian wandering around town.

  It seemed that I had arrived early.

  "Well, that's not bad either."

  It was better than arriving te, which was a real possibility considering how slow my travel had been.

  Since that was the case, I decided to simply wait. I found a motel at the edge of town without difficulty. The woman at the desk didn't even look surprised when I paid in cash.

  I dropped my bag and y on the bed.

  Most likely, Thor would drop down tonight, when Jane's team would be out tracking the atmospheric anomaly they had detected, which was in reality the Bifrost.

  Since I had a few hours to kill, I decided to get some well-deserved rest after my long journey.

  ---

  I woke up to darkness by the sound of an arm.

  I had no idea exactly when Thor would fall, just that it was te at night.

  ...I also had no way of knowing where he would fall.

  Basically, my 'pn' consisted of me driving around the outskirts of the town to try and find the RV that Foster's team were using.

  If I could do that, then I'd naturally be around for all the other events.

  So, I put on a leather jacket and got in my car, turning on the radio as I began driving around the deserts of New Mexico.

  ---

  It took a few hours, but thanks to the ft terrain and the aid of my Sharingan, I eventually spotted the RV from a distance, its headlights making it a beacon in the darkness of the very early morning.

  I made sure to have my lights off, so I doubted they'd be able to see me from out here.

  I exited my car and began approaching them. Thor's arrival would be imminent now.

  To be honest, I didn't really have any pn going into this; I just wanted to do so purely for my own satisfaction.

  As I made my approach, I began hearing a faint but persistent hum coming from the sky.

  "Right on time." I smiled whilst congratuting myself.

  That hum in the sky transformed into a disturbance. And then, an aurora.

  "Fuck, maybe I should've taken my car." I regretted stepping out and choosing to walk.

  I started running towards the aurora, and I could see the Foster team's RV also quickening, rattling violently as they barrelled through the desert.

  The whole time, I kept my Sharingan active, ensuring I captured everything perfectly.

  Fwoom!

  From the sky came something akin to a meteor, and with that followed a whirlwind.

  I almost fell over due to the force of the impact, but I steadied myself and continued moving.

  The cloudy whirlwind fshed with an electric blue, and a small focused storm conjured on the spot.

  And then, through the dissipating dust and light, I saw him.

  A man. Tall, broad, on his knees in the dirt with his head down, breathing hard. No armour, no cape, no hammer. Just a guy in regur clothes looking like he'd just fallen from space, which, to be fair, he had.

  Thor.

  I stopped moving.

  Even stripped of his power and his godhood, he gave off a dangerous vibe. Though, as if it never existed in the first pce, that vibe vanished.

  'Traces of Odin?' It was the most logical guess I could make.

  Anyway, unlike me, the Foster crew didn't exactly have a Sharingan to allow them to see through the dust.

  The RV didn't stop.

  'Oof.'

  Thor was hit squarely, sending him rolling across the desert floor with a grunt that sounded more confused than pained.

  I winced.

  The RV screeched to a halt. A beat of silence.

  Jane Foster, Eric Selvic, and... the other woman whose name I had forgotten burst out of the RV and ran over to the crumpled figure in the dirt.

  "I think that was legally your fault!" The second woman shouted towards Foster.

  "Get the first aid kit!" Jane shouted back at her, not exactly having time for jokes.

  The dust had settled by this point, so I could very clearly make out their faces.

  If they looked around a little, they'd probably notice me, but thankfully, they had something more pressing taking up their whole attention.