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Thor/Erik Blake (thunderson) wrote in marvel_united,
@ 2012-02-22 11:30:00

Entry tags:

ms. marvel, thor

Who: Erik and Carol
NPCs: n/a
When: 2/12 (backdated)
Where: Catskills house
What: Erik comes home, and Carol is mindwiped. This goes great.
Rating: PG-13

So they'd lost the game; Erik accepted it and handed over his twenty bucks and hair sample to Dr. Nemesis with about as much grace as could be expected. Of course he would rather that the Avengers won because they were his team, but it had at least been close in spite of the telepathic pitcher, and no one had lost an eye from fly balls or attacked the other team over a bad call. Really, that was about as much as they could hope for with this, right?

It was getting close to evening by the time he was landing in the yard of their house, and he sighed again over the commute; it would be longer by car rather than hammer, and at least out of the armor he had a chance to stay a little bit warmer in the air. He'd still be happy when spring got here.

He took a detour over to the goat pen, and scratched each one behind the ears as they greeted him with cheerful "L'homme! L'homme! Pomme!" They had enough hay and water, but he added an extra leaf from the bale because he was a soft touch.

Then it was just a matter of fishing out his key and unlocking the front door, and he was already lining up what to tell Carol about the game.

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major_danvers
2012-02-22 06:59 pm UTC (link)

With the damage done from Loki's magic, Carol sat on the couch, like she had been with the Cat, blissfully unaware that there was anything wrong at all. There were no signs of the trickster god presence in the house, only the pizza remained, with exactly one plate, one glass and one bottle of faux wine. It was funny, because she didn't exactly remember ordering pizza, but she must have, there was no other explanation to that. But the thought was quickly dismissed in favor of the ooey-gooey, double-cheese, extra-toppings pie.

She leaned back into the sofa, her belly full, the Cat perched atop her chest, completely satiated and not a care in the world. That is when the door started to open and she was put on full alert. Standing in, she pushed the Cat off of her and charged one of her hands up with energy. She had no idea who it was or who it could be, but for some reason felt that it was some kind of burglar situation.

Carol stood at the ready, on the other side of the door, ready to tackle whoever it was that walked through.

"State your name and your reason for being here," she said and pounced, taking Thor down to the ground and putting a heavy knee in his back.

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thunderson
2012-02-22 07:12 pm UTC (link)

One moment he was walking through the front door, scenting pizza in the house and had just a moment where he immediately assumed that Carol had provided supper and was duly grateful. The next, he was tackled to the ground and pinned - and not in a way that was at all sexy, and there was just the edge of real anger and confusion that keyed him into the fact that she actually meant this.

There was a part of him that still held out hope that she just hadn't recognized him, even if he'd used his key and how many other people were around in the Catskills, anyways?

"Tis Erik," he said as he turned his head a little to look at her, perched on his back, "I doth live here?" he reminded her, a little testily when she didn't immediately recognize him and let him up.

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major_danvers
2012-02-22 07:48 pm UTC (link)

"Erik who?" She questioned, not recalling the name at all.

Not letting go of his wrists-his massive, massive wrists-she hauled him up to his feet and gave him a push to the wall. When military training kicked in it all but took over and Carol wasn't so easily convinced by the familiar tone he was taking with her.

"Identify yourself," she sneered. To the rest of what he said, she didn't respond. He lived here? Uh... no he didn't. Carol thought she'd remember that. "Who sent you? The CIA? SHIELD?" She kicked his legs apart and gave him a quick frisk. No weapons... Next she spun him around and looked at him, only now was there some recognition that flickered over her face, but mostly confusion.

"...Thor?" She knew him as a teammate, but was not at all acquainted with him and she had no idea who Erik was, for that matter. Or why he was breaking in?

"Why are you in my house?"

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thunderson
2012-02-22 08:03 pm UTC (link)

"Blake? Dr. Erik Blake?" he reminded her. Damnit, she'd known him as Dr. Blake for far longer than she'd known him as Thor, to the point where she almost always referred to him as Erik, unless they were running a mission and she needed to - or in Asgard, but that had been the more normal term in Asgard.

The longer this went on - especially as she hauled him up and gave him a brisk, business-like frisk for weapons he didn't need because he had the hammer - the more he was convinced that there was something seriously wrong. His medical mind leapt to the idea of a seizure, or a stroke, or some sort of psychological delayed-reaction, or...

He didn't know. He wasn't a head shrink. "Aye," he answered, still trying for patience through this. Maybe if he just pushed the right button, she'd remember and snap out of this, "So I said.

"I live here," he repeated. Maybe enough repetitions would help. "'Twas thine idea?" he reminded her. Or at least he thought the idea of a house had been her idea.

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major_danvers
2012-02-22 08:33 pm UTC (link)

"Never heard of him," she spat back and that was the truth. She didn't even like discussing her secret identity with the other Avenger, also apparently forgetting that hers was practically manufactured for her by SHIELD. And here was Thor practically confessing his to her. "I can't hear this," she said and clapped her hands over her ears. "You can't be saying these things to me..! And no you don't live here!" Carol just shook her head and looked at him like he was the crazy one.

"We don't even know each other. Why would we move in together? That's just insane...! I think I've barely spoke five words to you since you came from the West Coast. I mean, no offense or anything Thor, but, uh, its kind of common knowledge that I don't care for that team.

"So, I don't see myself living with one of their ex-members."

Carol snorted a bit of a laugh through her nose at last and looked him, something dawning on her. "Is Stark putting you up to this? 'Walk in on Danvers,'" she started, giving her best Tony Stark voice. "'It'll be hilarious.' Well, its not. And, in fact, I'm pretty pissed off. So you have about five seconds to tell me what you're really doing inside my house."

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thunderson
2012-02-22 09:13 pm UTC (link)

It was an absolute blow to hear that she'd never heard of him before - apparently she could recognize Thor right off, but not her doctor: it wasn't confessing a secret identity when she already knew. "Oh, aye, I only put thy arm back together in Afghanistan," he snapped back before he could think otherwise. "And, aye, I do! I doth have a duffel in the closet upstairs and mine two goats in the shed."

Apparently, no, he didn't, not to her. "We have said more than five words to each other, and I left the West Coast," he insisted softly, but he was rapidly losing the thread of this, confused and unable to understand how she could suddenly forget everything about him and what had been between them.

"I care little for Stark and he doth not issue me orders anymore," he barked. He didn't hate the man to the extent that she did, but no, he didn't play along with his jokes, though Erik wondered if he cared enough to play a prank. "And 'tis no joke. I. Doth. Live. Here. How else wouldst I have a key?" he said, and lifted it up for her inspection.

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major_danvers
2012-02-28 05:34 pm UTC (link)

Now that was sacred territory - bringing up Afghanistan - and in that moment Carol was shocked and appalled. How dare he? Also, how did he know? Immediately her mind filled in the gaps - he must have read her file somewhere along the way and now she was pissed. So much so, in fact, that she just wasn't going to listen to anything else he had to say - the duffel bag, the goats, and especially the key.

"How could you lie about something like that?" Carol sneered. Obviously she had no recollection that it was Donald... Erik... that had taken care of her after she had been tortured and wondering, lost, in the desert half-dead. And that she had tried to bash his head in with a sledge hammer.

"Get out," she said, lowly to start. And then her voice progressively got louder. "Get out!" She shouted this time and coupled it with a fierce push towards the door. She didn't care right now if she was attacking a teammate, Thor had just crossed the line and she didn't care.

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thunderson
2012-02-28 10:14 pm UTC (link)

"I doth not lie," he barked again, and it twisted something in him to hear that she thought that he would. Surely, if she only knew him as the thunder god, she still knew he had far more honor than that.

But it seemed that without that first trust laid between them, without being able to point to any particular, recent mission - he didn't think the matter of Rogue was a good one to explain, since it took a great deal of time she wasn't inclined to give him - there really was nothing between them.

He tasted ashes in his mouth, and that more than her shoves had him stumbling back and through the door. And then he found himself standing outside, realizing that he was locked out of his own damn house, and his clothes were in there.

But pressing the issue would probably get a sledgehammer or a bunch of plasma blasts slamming into his head, and apparently shouting was not enough to make her understand that she'd lost her memory. He needed the diagnostic equipment in his lab at the Avengers Mansion, and possibly Carol ordered down there in the first place.

So, he found himself reluctantly petting the goats goodbye, picking up the hammer, and heading back into the city.

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