New York City, NY - Saturday Afternoon

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Today was the day that Jane was going to go out and give heroing a try! With Raiden along as moral support and backup. Which, unfortunately, lead to a fair number of people stopping them on the street to ask him to take a selfie with them, thinking he was Thor with the short hair again.

It was only a little awkward for everyone other than the people who got their selfies.

Jane, very wisely, sent a text to Valkyrie to give her a heads up that no, Thor was not back on earth. It was just some overzealous fans.

"So, this could have gone better," she admitted.

[For the clone!]

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"Oh, wait, he has a gun." The narrative was fun! "That's...not good. Uh. Hammer time?"

No, that was probably copyrighted.

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"Who do you think you are?" the man in the ridiculous stilts demanded, pointing his gun at them.

"Here to... stop you?" Jane ventured, looking at Raiden like this was just confusing. Because they just happened across him.

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"I-I mean, we should probably find out what he's doing...in an alley...on stilts...with a gun."

Raiden had stumbled over weirder things in alleys, but it had been a while.

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"In a very weird costume," Jane added, helpfully.

"You're wearing a cape!" Which. Rude, pal.

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"I think the cape is cool," Raiden told her as he pulled off his shirt in case he needed his wings, then resettled his cap on his head like the dork he was.

"Seriously, bro, what's up with the..." Raiden gestured to Stilt Dude's whole situation.

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"Why are you taking your shirt off?" Stilt-Man asked, now looking very concerned. Like, deeply concerned. "Why is he taking his shirt off?"

Jane was a little confused too, but mostly into it. Look, a woman had needs. "For justice, pal!" she tried, going for a tough hero voice.

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"You should get a good grip on your shaft now," Raiden advised her.

This was not what it looked like.

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"It's really more of a handle," Jane said, not at all in that tough superhero voice. Which just ruined the whole thing.

"WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?"

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Raiden. Raiden was happening here. "Oh, well, then I'm sure that you can handle it." That pun was weak, buddy.

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"Nice!" Jane, please do not encourage this with a high-five.

[carbsliftthespirit]

See? This was why they were friends. "You're going down, buddy!" Also not in a porno way. "...assuming you've done something wrong..." But, you know, gun.

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"I haven't done anything illegal!"

Jane looked at the gun a little more. "Yet?"

"Second amendment rights!" he shouted, waving that gun. Oh no, he was one of those people.

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Oh, you're one of those guys." Wait. "That doesn't explain the stilts." Or the rest of the whole...look.

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"Yeah, why stilts?" Jane asked, hefting the hammer up over her shoulder.

"Look, sometimes you need a gimmick here," Stilt-Man answered. Also, he'd been created back in the day when everything went. Just go look at Paste Pot Pete