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01 ✴ written / action

My name is Jane Foster. And if I'm remembering everything correctly, which I can hardly believe, then I've been here before. That being the case, there are a few people I need to talk to. You'll know who you are.

For those who don't know me, you might remember a spectacularly failed attempt at escaping the enclosure some time ago. (Sorry for the vague time frame. I haven't figured out yet how long I've been gone.) For anyone who arrived after that time, I'm an astrophysicist who specializes in wormholes. Well, it's more complex than that, I also study quantum energy fluctuations and related terrestrial phenomena pretty much all over the world - Earth, I mean. Earth. Earth in 2013, for anyone curious. Sorry, this is getting off topic.

In a nice turn of events, I didn't wake up outside, so no search and rescue needed this time.

I guess, um.

Hi, everyone. Old and new. It's - weird to be back.

[ Once she's done writing that plain, unembellished message, Jane shuts her journal and sighs, staring at the blank wall opposite her. Thank the powers at be for small blessings, like waking up warm and comfortable for once instead of half-frozen on a forest floor.

Since the apartment in which she awoke is one of the unclaimed ones, there's nothing really here for her to make use of - or, alternatively, disturb. So a short while later she is slipping out the door, walking on tip-toe down the halls and stairways, though she'll pause at the entrance of the building. She doesn't relish the idea of going out in the cold barefoot and in only a sundress. So she'll skulk about there, deliberating while checking her journal periodically for responses. Anyone who doesn't immediately strike her as Overtly And Comically Evil will probably get a hello. ]

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[ Tony can't quite identify what he's feeling at the moment - relief isn't quite the right word for it, because god, is he glad to see what writing, to see that name - Jane Foster - but things had been bad around here lately. She would have no idea what she was coming back to.

But she remembered, and she's back, and that's what matters to him at the moment. ]

Cassette tapes? Really, Jane? It's not the early nineties. Invest in some digital recording equipment before you go blind next time.

[ Didn't you miss him, Jane. ]

[ Oh, wow. That voice sure does a number on her, and it takes her a moment to get over the dissonance her memories provide her - of hearing this voice only on the news, as opposed to in person, murmuring and shouting and laughing and everything in between over the course of what they shared together. ]

You know what, Tony? Next time you go blind, you come talk to me then about being picky over your choice of storage medium.

[ He listened to the tape. Oh, god, she wishes she could remember exactly what she said! ]

So how much of my stuff has been melted down for parts and or just because?

[ He actually laughs - laughs! - at that, sounding genuine and foreign all at once. God, this is just...surreal, somehow. It's been ages since something decent happened around here. ]

Why don't you come and find out? [ A beat. ] Actually, special limited time offer - I'll come to you. Good for the next fifteen minutes only - and then some.

[ He had a lot to tell her. Did he ever. ]

[ God, it's good to hear him laugh. She doesn't -- particularly want to think about how she well knows he must have felt when she left. And to her, it was only maybe 10 days home, tops. How much longer has it been for Tony? ]

Considering I still don't have any shoes? I'll take you up on that offer, Mr. Stark.

No shoes? I might be able to do something about that. Given you want shoes. Maybe you've gone Bohemian since I saw you last.

[ Which feels like ages ago the more he dwells on the fact that she's back. Of course he missed her - but it's only just sinking in how much. ]

Gimme your coordinates already, Foster.

You know, funny about that. Seems like I lost my GPS on the way here. [ She's wrinkling her nose, but he'll hear some rustling, and the sound of a door opening. And then a rather loud, gusty, shivery sigh as she rushes back inside and tries to stop her teeth from chattering. ]

Ground? Wherever that is? That's new. And I do too want shoes! [ Beeelatedly. ] Boho is nice and all when it's not thirty degrees outside. I think I'll hold off on the avant garde fashions for now, thank you very much.

Cold weather's a bit of a shock the system, huh? [ That's tentative digging on his part - how much time had passed for her? No one had shown up from home past his point in time yet. It could be a longshot, but maybe she would know what - happens to him. Down the line a bit.

On his end, there's the distinct sound of a door opening and shutting. ] Right, ground - cute, aren't they. The Malnosso did a little renovating while we were out of town a couple of weeks ago.

[ Idle chatter to catch her up and keep his mind from racing too much. ]

.... yeah, considering it was summer when I left. [ Her mouth twists. Yeah, she's figuring it out, though she's still got no idea of the exact time frame. ]

Cute? It's, uh. It's something. I noticed the elevators, though. Nice touch. Very swanky.

[ She's happy to keep it up. There are few people she'll be as grateful to see as Tony, and waiting on his arrival is going to drive her nuts with impatience. ]

[ The Ground building isn't too far from his house, but he isn't headed in that direction quite yet. He's making a detour first, but he keeps up the chatter. ]

They're not bad, I suppose. I mean - I would have done a better job. Naturally. Their elevators are dumb as rocks. God, it's been too long since I properly shanghaied someone else's tech.

[ And there were Reasons for that.

God, should he tell her about that, too? ]

- Um, how long has it been? For you? Since you were last here.

[ ... mildly, after a pause: ] I'm a little surprised you haven't already.

[ When the subject change comes, she doesn't fight it and in fact makes no note of it whatsoever. She knows Tony like the back of her hand. Something about that was amiss. She can't nail down the exact reasons - but something is up. Whatever it is, it can wait. ]

You know, my exact recall is a little funny still. But it's different. I finally got a boost from my last spot on the timeline - I think about ten days. Ask me again in a couple hours when I -- figure everything out. I, um. I learned some things. Did I ever tell you SHIELD stashed me in Norway? Norway. Getting back to the States was -- [ She shakes her head. ] Ugh. It's not important. But I don't have that much to report, other than I caught up with Erik. Selvig.

[ Not long enough, then. But that might be for the best. Tony's mental unraveling hadn't exactly been a quiet affair. ]

Selvig. [ Now, that is interesting. ] How's he holding up?

[ She pauses again, longer this time. ]

I think that should wait until you get here.

[ Her voice is clipped, though it's not Tony she's upset with. ]

I think we're going to have a fair number of those topics to cover mano-a-mano, actually.

[ He draws in a tight breath. ]

Gimme - ten. No - fifteen minutes. ...Ten. In the meantime, I can tell you about all the toaster ovens I won in Malnosso World.

I can't help but agree.

[ Somewhat ruefully. ]

... oh, my god, what? Malnosso world? Toaster ovens? Tony. [ There's laughter in her voice. ]

Wait - it gets better. I went to a Halloween party as the Dread Pirate Roberts, too.

[ Not that the costume was of his own choosing, but he could have done much worse, all things considered. ]

You?

[ The sheer incredulity in her voice as she peels off into loud laughter should probably be insulting. ]

[ WOW RUDE. ]

What's so hard to believe about that? You forget who you're talking to, Jane Foster.

It's because I know exactly who I'm talking to that I'm-- okay, I have to know. Did you wield a sword? Were you terrible at it? [ This? This is the biggest of shit-eating grins. ]

A plastic one. And I wielded it perfectly, thank you very much.

[ Oh, he can hear that grin, and he does not appreciate it. ]

Maybe I ought to just leave you by your lonesome. Clearly you don't have your head on straight quite yet.

My head is on perfectly perpendicular to my shoulders, Mr. Stark. Stop making excuses.

[ Laughing? Her? No. Noooooooo. Never. ]

And to think, I had almost convinced myself I missed you.

[ And because he's Tony Stark and likes to have the final word, he snaps his journal shut after that little admission. Sorry, Jane, but you're going to have to wait until he arrives to respond to that one.

Serves her right. He was a damn good Dread Pirate Roberts. ]

[ Well. That kinda shuts her up, so he'll close the journal on silence. After that she just waits in the entranceway of the building, hugging herself and waiting maybe too-eagerly for her best friend to show up.

And you know what? The second he does? Be prepared to not get a word in edgewise, Tony, because the very first thing Jane's going to do is pull you into a hug. ]

[ Contrary to his usual habits, Tony arrives only a few minutes later. Yeah, okay, he hurried to get there. Might have even jogged a bit. Turns out her sass didn't make him stop missing her after all. He doesn't look much different than when she left, except for the silver band on his left hand. How on earth did that get there? He's also got a plastic sack in hand. She requested shoes, right?

He opens the door of the Ground building, spotting her instantly - but any quips or snarky comments die on his tongue. It's her. It's really her - she's back, and she remembers.

He receives that hug only too eagerly, winding his arms around her shoulders. ]

Hey.

Hey.

[ Her voice shakes a little with emotion. It takes her a long moment to let him go, and she only does so slowly, looking him up and down. ]

Good to see you, Tony.

Yeah, same to you. [ He quirks a familiar smile at her, holding out the sack when she pulls away. ]

As requested. Don't say I never did anything for you.

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