20321/Thunder-Man and the Wasp

Thunder-Man and the Wasp
Date of Scene:	27 March 2025
Location:	Avengers Mansion - Kitchen
Synopsis:	Thor Odinson and Janet van Dyne drink their wake-up juice together at Avengers Mansion, the God of Thunder is tricked into agreeing to walk a runway.
Cast of Characters:	Thor, Janet van Dyne

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Thor has posed:
It is morning on the East Coast, and the first signs of life of the day are stirring through Avengers Mansion. Apparently the first to awaken, Thor Odinson shuffles bleary-eyed into the kitchen, headed directly for the coffee maker. Who would've thought that only a short few centuries ago, the people of Midgard went about their life without their roasted bean juice?

Being well adept with the machine, Thor barely looks as he stabs his finger at the buttons, only sliding his mug in place under the spout while the machine is grinding its beans up. His mug, of course, is essentially a ceramic tankard with the wood and metal parts of a true Asgardian tankard painted on instead. Not that those aren't near. They're for mead, ale, Dr. Pepper and other such drinks that don't have a height limit in their machines. Steaming mug of cappuccino in hand a few minutes later, Thor strolls to the nearest mahogany table and sits down with a muted thud onto the seat.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet van Dyne is not a morning person. She has always been a late night creature, whether it be nightclubs or fashion shows or long nights at the office. Luckily, she's never been much prone to hangovers, her metabolism apparently the kind that's suited for her somewhat debauched but nonetheless heroic lifestyle. She steps down into the luxurious kitchen wearing a thick, fluffy robe, tied at the waist, her short brown bob slicked back from coming freshly out of the shower. She smells of lavender and honeysuckle, a pair of sunglasses pushed up onto her forehead.

"Good morning, Thor," she says with a hint of a smile. "I'm glad to see you've fully mastered the treacherous complications of modern technology. I'm not sure Cap could handle that machine with as much aplomb," she says, moving to take a seat for herself on a small stool at the breakfast nook, "Might I trouble you for a cup?"

Thor has posed:
Thor is barely awake himself, the noise of the coffee maker currently only having provided him with a scowl at the grinding racket. Of course, just when he sits down is when Janet enters, and Thor greets her, at first, with a sharp exhale of breath through his mouth, like an unamused laugh. He doesn't look unamused, though. Just sleepy. "Good morning, Lady van Dyne." he greets in return, raising his steaming mug slowly and carefully. There's precious wake-up juice in there, after all.

Standing up, Thor sets his mug on the table, running both hands down to smoothen his robe out. It's a fancy garment, by 2000 year old Viking standards, or Game of Thrones enthusiasts. A warm robe with an animal skin draped over the shoulders, with sleeves, pockets and a belt. A belt that is at the moment barely fastened, until Thor remembers it being that way because he was not expecting anybody to join him just yet. He quickly tightens the leather band around him, pulling on the lapels to properly cover up his chest.

A smile breaks on his face when Janet tells him in obviously complete sincerity that he has an edge over a fellow Avenger, no matter how small the advantage is. "Yes, well, I believe Captain Rogers would prefer a hand cranked grinder for his coffee." he notes, nodding to her next question. Of course he can be troubled for a cup, he is after all the Strongest Barista. She said so herself, didn't she? "How do you take yours? In a small little cup?" he offers in jest, glancing over his shoulder to see whether it gets a laugh. Or approval. Anything, really.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet van Dyne crosses her legs as she gets her phone out of the pocket of her robe, flicking it open and opening it with an encrypted passkey. While she and Hank Pym were long divorced, Janet remained an executive at PymTech and had access to all of its most advanced gadgetry - not to mention the part she played in helping to run the place. Her thumb scans through her morning messages, e-mails and the like, nothing that needs her immediate attention but at least she can get rid of those pesky notifications.

"If you knew how to make a properly concentrated Italian espresso, a tiny cup would be quite appropriate. As it is, however, my caffeine needs tend to be in bulk. My mug's in the cabinet there, the big one that's more like a bowl," she says with a quirk at the corner of her mouth.

She bounces a bare foot idly as she awaits her coffee, "I'm glad to see you brought your own luggage in from Asgard. Such a...primordial garment," she says of Thor's robe. "Does the God of Thunder have any plans for today?"

Thor has posed:
There was a definite quirk at the corner of Jane's mouth. Another win in the column of the Thunderer! Thor pads to the coffee maker again, retrieving the largest mug from the mugs cabinet, holding it up for Janet's inspection. "This one?" he asks, fairly sure it's better suited for Hulk's caffeine requirement. The beans start grinding up in the machine, and Thor holds the mug under it, forced to keep it in place as the base of it doesn't fit on the grate underneath.

"Does this machine not properly make espresso?" Thor asks, pointing out the 'espresso' option that's currently grayed out while 'cappuccino' is lit up. So is a small image of two mugs, per Janet's order Thor is giving the Wasp a double serving of her beverage.

Turning towards Janet, he grins at her remark. "It was either that or shop at a Big & Tall. I chose Asgardian cloth, instead. As for plans.. "The God of Thunder has no plans today. Perhaps plans will be provided, by necessity or just the pleasure of my company." he speaks, starting gravely, but quickly slipping back into his usual bemused tones. "And yourself, Lady Janet?" he asks as the noise from the coffee maker dies down at long last.

Janet van Dyne has posed:
"Proper Italian espresso should be handmade, preferably by a twenty year old barista with a manbun underneath the Venetian sun at a cafe overlooking the canals. Although I suppose Rome might be an acceptable alternative," she says. "I know you're real and the Greek gods are real, does that mean the Roman gods are real, too, or are they really just the Greek gods cosplaying for foreigners?" she says playfully.

She takes the cup with both hands, letting it warm her palms, fingers splayed over the surface. She takes a a slow sip, her phone set aside for the moment, putting her attention on the God of Thunder, her brown eyes perceptive and sharp, warm with fondness but always with that self-awareness and distance that comes with her meticulous and exacting nature.

"I might enjoy designing clothes for you," she says. "With a frame like that, you'd do well walking the runway. I have some meetings about charity work today - maybe an Avengers fashion show would be a fun option," she says.

Thor has posed:
"Say the word, Lady van Dyne, and the Bifrost shall take us anywhere you like." Thor speaks, retrieving his own mug and setting it down by Janet's table. It's easy to offer when the Bifrost runs through Stormbreaker just as much as it does through Heimdall's control station. He stirs the beverage idly with a spoon, grinning at the woman's realization that gods are real. "They are one and the same, I believe." Thor speaks. Not that he'd ever met each and every god of all the pantheons, but it's a safe bet when Hercules is the same guy. "Some take Greek names into the modern world, and others prefer their Roman counterpart."

Grinning, he picks his mug up and drinks down a quarter of its contents in one go. Of course it'd cooled down significantly after he'd been put to work by the lady. He notices her eyes on him, giving her a little spin. Not a whole spin, just enough to offer one arm and then the other by way of his front. "Does the lady not approve of Asgardian wardrobe?" he asks with a challenging smirk.

"I would be honored to wear proper Van Dyne brand clothing." Thor replies, though her remark about walking the runway is met with pause. "Perhaps for charity, yes." he concedes. "But I do not see myself giving up Avengering, and thundering, and all of the glory of battle for a career as a runway model." After another sip of his coffee, he gives Janet a glance. "I could be persuaded to model the clothes you'd design for me, for your own eyes, though."

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet van Dyne shakes her head softly, "No, no, Thor, I wouldn't rather be anywhere else than right here and right now, I promise," she says. "Enjoying a nice warm cup of coffee with my good friend, the God of Thunder."

"I will take you up on that. Getting attention at Fashion Week can be difficult amongst all the big names, even for an Avenger. Having an actual god walking my runway would probably draw in a lot. And I happen to know that a lot of women and men in the fashion industry have a great admiration of your, shall way say, attributes?" she says, reaching out and patting a manicured hand over his hard muscled abdomen through his robe.

"If I come up with anything concrete, I'll let you know. In the meantime, I have a few hours before I have to go stop by the office so I was thinking of either doing a little training or getting a massage, if I can get in an appointment with my masseur, although that can be difficult at the last minute even for someone with my resources."

Thor has posed:
Yes. Correct answer! Thor smiles at Janet, nodding at her. He doesn't actually -say- she got it right, though, because she's smart. She knows. "As am I. With my good friend, Lady Janet van Dyne." he replies, offering a half bow, which really is more of an inclination of his head towards her.

Thor's expression changes when she takes him up on his offer for -Fashion Week-. Of all times. "I.. you didn't mention great crowds, but I have already given you my word." he halfheartedly protests. "And you are right, a god on your runway, wearing your sigils under your banner is sure to draw every eye in the fashion industry to your show." he adds. Glancing down at her hand when she mentions his 'attributes', the God of Thunder smiles. "Well, yes. I am very pleasing on the eyes of men and women everywhere in the Nine Realms." At least he knows what he looks like. And right at that moment, Janet van Dyne might know what he feels like, as well. She'd only have to boldly move her hand back and forth again on the other side of his robe.

But then she's talking more businesslike, professional. Like she hadn't just complimented his abs and felt him up. "I believe I'm at the mansion until I'm needed elsewhere, and so far.." he pauses, offering Janet an amused look, from her face to her coffee to where her bobbing foot brushes occasionally against his robe. "..you've been the only one in need of my services."

Janet van Dyne has posed:
Janet van Dyne flicks her tongue against her teeth as she sets her coffee cup aside, "Well, then, by all means, I think a little team building is in order, don't you?" she says. Her foot remains resting now where her hand at been, against his abs, her long lashes rising and falling as she considers him with her brown-eyed gaze.

"I'm glad I don't have to deal with any of that pesky humility from you, Thor. I adore Steve and we had a good relationship when we were dating, but he's so damn humble, it can be quite infuriating for a woman with a proper ego like me. Made me feel positively like a sinner sometimes," she says.

Which she is, of course.

"Come, Thor, why don't we head upstairs and see if we can ease some of our tension."