The sounds of a loud and aggressive woman drew Wade from his inner thoughts. "Mother?" He asked aloud before shaking free his first instincts and turning to face the source of the disturbance. "Sweet thighs and bitchin' eyes.. Is there a ren faire in town?" Thor!pool cocked his head to the side as he gave this woman a long once over.
"By right what?" Wade pushed off of the railing and squared his stance to face the woman. He lifted a hand to lower the edge of his mask and conceal his scarred chin. "By the right of mine birth. As rightful heir to mine house and as favorite grandson of mine Granpa Odin." Thor!pool rolled his shoulders to slide the straps of the carrier free and he hefted the hammer out of it's pouch. A diaper had been crudely taped around the handle and he ripped it free.
He pointed the end at her and demanded right back, "And what right dost thou have at demanding answers from Thor!pool. God of Thunder, Thunder thighs, Thunder Dome and The Eye of Thundera?" He narrowed his eyes at her, "You would do well to answer me or taste the wrath of Mole-Near."