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“He’s joking. You know how Tony is.” Bruce ignored Tony’s melodrama, instead gesturing for Thor to pay attention to him instead because Bruce was forever going to be the level-headed one, weirdly enough. “Actually, it’s about something that happened to us a bit ago. It started when I got a letter from my mother—who’s been dead since I was a kid, by the way—and it ended up with us wandering around a haunted town that’s apparently been luring people in for years. We found a little girl who claims to be pregnant with a god.” He looked up at the door, arching an eyebrow. “Alessa, I know you’re eavesdropping. Come down and meet Thor.”

Alessa stuck her head through the door without opening it, giving one of her scowl-pouts at Bruce. “How could you tell?”

“That’s exactly what I would’ve done at your age.” Bruce turned to look at Thor, gesturing at the head sticking through the door. “Can you see her?”

She narrowed her eyes critically, phasing through the door completely. “His hair’s really long. Why do you guys have so many friends with weird hair?”

“Remind me to teach you how to be polite,” said Bruce, putting another topic of lecture on his mental list.