But he was my trouble. Zap's ship had taken off minutes earlier, and she already felt a relief from the whirlwind buzz of magic and power that she experienced constantly on Asgard. Her 'Warriors Two', Tress, and her little ones were taking a short trip to Midgard to lend a hand and a voice in several political situations that had arisen since the elections in the United States had finally been settled. Yes, finally. The natural disasters and violence and terrible, uncanny leadership had caused the leaders of Asgard to consider a return trip, seeing as it was one of their realms. Even if the Midgardians didn't think so. They would land in Wakanda, and travel from there, mostly because it was a guaranteed safe zone. Mateo came and climbed into her lap, and apologized for spilling something, and Zap just smiled. "I'm glad you're mine."