[currently archived as of spring 2023] thunderer.

The battle had been a complete blur, Wanda was sure she wasn’t alone in believing that. The jarring experience of reappearing coupled with the sudden call to arms had left her with little time to adjust to her new reality. It was five years in the future, she had missed five years of her life. That thought alone had filled her with enough anger and bitterness to take on Thanos, enough courage to see the battle through. After all, there was someone she needed to live through to see again. 

After the fighting was done, there had been efforts to do a roll call, to get food and water for everyone and medical attention for those who needed it. Wanda looked around frantically, trying to locate her husband amongst the crowds of weary fighters. She’d seen him fighting during the battle but they had both been too distracted to call his attention. Wanda hadn’t come back from the dead to lose anyone now. 

Finally, she spotted him, helping lift some rubble off someone’s leg. Her feet did the work. Carrying her through the crowds as she called his name. “Thor!” She screamed to alert him to her presence five seconds before she threw herself at him. 

     The last five years had been more than difficult, more than painful. Every moment had been excruciating. When he was awake, Thor couldn’t escape the regrets that hounded him, no matter how much he drank or how fast he ran when he disappeared, for months on end, into the woods outside New Asgard. And when he slept, nothing but nightmares filled his mind as he watched his wife turn to dust again and again, every night, without fail. It got to the point that he avoided sleep, avoided people, and prowled the forests like a wild thing, trying to forget. 

     Perhaps in another life, one where he hadn’t found a wife, where he hadn’t lost a daughter before even meeting her, he would have been happier. He would have been able to eat and drink and grow fat in his misery. But in this life, he couldn’t. He had to keep moving, or else the memory of his wife, and the knowledge of the child he would never meet, weighed too heavily for Thor to bear.

     Then he got the chance to fix it all. A real chance. And before he knew it, he was swept up with the Avengers again, just like old times, but they were saving more than just one world. They were saving the universe. And to Thor, the universe was condensed down into one person: Wanda. When he saw the flare of her powers on the battlefield, his heart leapt, and he forced his way through a horde of Outriders just to catch a glimpse of the Scarlet Witch, glorious and fearsome as the dawn, as she pummeled Thanos with her rage and her will.

     And when all was said and done and the roar of battle had died, Thor was as eager to return to his wife as she was to return to him. He turned when he heard her voice, tossed aside the rubble he had been lifting, and barely had time to say her name before she was in his arms and he was clinging to her as if he would never let go.

     “Wanda... by the Norns, Wanda... I missed you. I missed you so much.”

                                           𝑵𝑶. 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑴𝑶𝑽𝑬.

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𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒙𝒕𝒐𝒏, Oklahoma. Not the last place one miss Agent Carter expected to find a report of suspicious activity, but still, a surprising one. Even more so when she arrives in the town, finding it to be as unremarkable and unassuming as she’d expected. It’s quaint, calm, and if she were to be frank – boring. Perhaps, then, it was the perfect place for suspicious activity. If Peggy hadn’t been head of an organization specifically designed to keep an eye on suspicious activity in unassuming places, it likely would have gone overlooked. Peggy checked her watch: 7:00 AM. She hoped he was awake. Not that it would have stopped her, of course. She’d come all the way from New York to this man’s doorstep with the express intention of recruiting him for her infant SHIELD. In her briefcase was a dossier detailing all of the incredible things that coincidentally seemed to happen every time he was around, or even more miraculous things, like the sudden disappearance of a massive tornado just as it touched the edge of Broxton.  All she knew was that he was an amnesiac G.I. who had some interestingly perfect timing. It was Peggy’s smoking gun, and she needed to follow the lead. So she knocked on his door, three neat, staccato beats, and then announced herself with —              “Mr. Blake? Agent Carter here, with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division. May I come in?”

     Thor, or Donnie Blake (according to the dog tags he still wore) had been slumped in an armchair, half-dozing, when he heard the knock on his door. He jerked upright, bloodshot eyes darting around. He had been dreaming of the war again, of forests and mud and blood and sin. For a moment he thought he had dreamed the sound, like a dull echo of the gunshots that couldn’t even pierce his skin. Then the knocks came again.