WHERE. Her apartment, his apartment. His & hers, awwww.
WHEN. Backdated to the night of the big NYC snowstorm. Brrr.
WHAT. Some Aether ideas, a little schmoopy couple stuff. Yanno.
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( Hardly genius, Jane. That epithet I save for you. )
You must provide me a full account of your adventures with the Lady Sif, sir. She has fallen extremely ill and I know not how or why, only that it began after your return.
Sif has taken ill. The Aether is our priority, as the All-Father has commanded, but Sif must be made whole. She will be instrumental in recovering it and she is our good friend and comrade.
I haven't been around for Christmas since 1944. So thanks.
You were right. All it needed was a good shock.
Let's circle the wagons. You've had a tough few weeks, (days, months, lifetimes ...) and I want to hear about what's happened. I also want to hear about our next steps. We've been batting clean up to HYDRA too much and I'd like to get one step ahead of them.
So, that means sharing key learnings and re-molding our strategy. And Stark, I know that sharing really isn't your strong suit but give her a whirl.
Hey, you.