Rocket grins back at her. "Read my mind, Boss." They deserve a little something for all their hard work, after all.
It's an Effort to get the rest of the place cleaned up and ready for the get-together, but with Rocket and Natasha working together, it's not an insurmountable obstacle. By the time the fourth rolls around, everything is prepped and ready, with the grill set up outside and some of Rocket's curated tunes filtering through the complex's speaker system. Between the music and the sounds of actual people, it's a step up from the eerie quiet that usually hangs in the air here. Maybe not entirely festive, but warmer, alive.
Thor's arrival is, as it often is, impossible to miss. The Bifrost sets him down on top of the same rune circle he'd burned into the lawn years ago, bringing nothing but himself and his axe to the gathering. His hair has grown since he was last here, just barely too short to tie back, but it's been brushed back away from his face in lieu of wearing the hat he typically dons when in public these days. His fuller beard has been trimmed too, making it look less neglected, and while he's still dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans, at least they're a fresh set of clothes this time.
It's a little strange being back here again. There's a part of him that's nervous about it, urging him to just turn around and go back to Norway, and spare himself the awkwardness that's bound to follow. But he misses his friends more, so he takes a deep breath, and approaches the sounds of people.
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It's an Effort to get the rest of the place cleaned up and ready for the get-together, but with Rocket and Natasha working together, it's not an insurmountable obstacle. By the time the fourth rolls around, everything is prepped and ready, with the grill set up outside and some of Rocket's curated tunes filtering through the complex's speaker system. Between the music and the sounds of actual people, it's a step up from the eerie quiet that usually hangs in the air here. Maybe not entirely festive, but warmer, alive.
Thor's arrival is, as it often is, impossible to miss. The Bifrost sets him down on top of the same rune circle he'd burned into the lawn years ago, bringing nothing but himself and his axe to the gathering. His hair has grown since he was last here, just barely too short to tie back, but it's been brushed back away from his face in lieu of wearing the hat he typically dons when in public these days. His fuller beard has been trimmed too, making it look less neglected, and while he's still dressed casually in a hoodie and jeans, at least they're a fresh set of clothes this time.
It's a little strange being back here again. There's a part of him that's nervous about it, urging him to just turn around and go back to Norway, and spare himself the awkwardness that's bound to follow. But he misses his friends more, so he takes a deep breath, and approaches the sounds of people.