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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[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