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[GP] Check-in Day

The wheel of the year turned and turned and Curnen found herself at an anniversary of sorts that she flatly didn't want to be remembering but got stuck on a loop of anyway.

This time there was no taking the hell off into the wilderness, though. Nor were there endless, circular recitations of "The Queen of Argyll." Rather than be poisoned by the memory of someone she still hated like everloving fuck, she focused on remembering the friend she'd lost. And besides this being Kash's song, she figured it was never a bad time around here for "John Barleycorn." Perched on the roof with her guitar, she sang of John Barleycorn's dying and rising again, subtle magic weaving into her voice to lead anyone lost in their little bubble world this way.

There was three men come out of the west their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn must die,
They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn oath John Barleycorn was dead.

It was Kash's song, in her mind, but you talked to half the people around here and it wasn't a bad fit for them, either. From her vantage point, she watched the road.

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Samirah looked the opposite of excited. Thor was not bad in the grand scheme of things, but he could be grating when he did not have access to his shows. Her body visibly recoiled at the mention of her father's name. Was he projecting himself, she wondered, or did he get himself free somehow? She also wondered why Peter would refer to a Valkyrie as if it were their name.

She fell silent as she tried to figure out what to say next.

"I am also a Valkyrie."

It was rare she shared who her father was.

"Wait, you're a Valkyrie?"

Peter stops there for a moment, hesitating. He dampens his lips.

"I thought you said you were from Boston."

She cannot help but to parallel Peter's response to Magnus'. Normally people commented about her obvious clash in religion over where she was from.

"I am. Valkyrie's are chosen by Odin. Two years ago, he chose me."

Sam still felt the need to prove herself worthy of such a title since she was the only Valkyrie whose father was Loki. She knew that Peter would have no way of knowing that she there was little chance he would judge for for that.

"Our job is to take the dead who died valiantly in battle to Valhalla, so technically we travel through all the realms."

"Yeah," Peter says, nodding. "Like in the myths." Peter hadn't spent nearly as much time looking into Norse mythology as he did spend on the Superhero subreddit reading theories as to where Thor had gone after leaving Earth after the Sokovia incident or why Avengers Tower had relocated, but he knew just enough about Norse tales to know that.

The rest he had managed to glean here. Those myths might not have matched reality perfectly, but neither did the internet's tales about the Avengers, either.

But first...

"Do the Avengers exist in your timeline?" he asks. That was the start of the litmus test for determining whether or not someone was potentially from the same timeline as him. Not that that helped all of the time; there were others from other timelines in which the Avengers existed where he didn't, but it was at least something.

"No. We don't have the Avengers. We have Einherjar, those are the ones who died valiantly in battle. They get increased strength and stamina after death. And demigods. New York apparently has those too, but of the Greek variety."

She gestured with a vagueness as if to say this is my life, things just keep getting weirder and I need to accept it and move on.

Peter has never heard of the Einherjar before. He stores that name and information away for later. He might have asked about them had Greek gods and demigods had not been brought up. It was hard not to be distracted by that.

"So you have Greek gods and Norse ones?" he asks. He's not sure he can imagine more gods on Earth than they had already. "Whoa."

Peter attempts to refocus. "So how did you become a valkyrie?"

"I have never met the Greek gods, but a friend of mine has a cousin who's mother is Athena."

Sam didn't think it was stranger than anything else in the world at this point. She was, quite frankly, surprised that the Norse gods and the Greek gods could share space together. The gods she had met were anything by humble.

She debated on how to answer his question.

"When I was fourteen, I saved some people from a frost giant. Odin appeared and asked and I agreed."

"So you're a superhero too?"

It sounds like it. Valkyrie, too, was something of a superhero if the tales he'd heard about her were true. It didn't seem too far off that an entire legion of them could be their own superhero team -- not much unlike the Avengers.

"I'm not sure I'd call myself that."

She smiled politely, but she felt like she wasn't good enough to be a "superhero."

"Back home, people can't really see through what we call glamour. Basically, their brains can't really handle what they're seeing so they see normal where I might see a frost giant. Most of the time, everyone is oblivious to what's going on around them. My friend fought a fire giant on a bridge in public and everyone ten minutes later called it a freak storm."

"That's really cool!" he says. "It's gotta come in handy when you're trying to keep your identity a secret." Costumes could only do so much and as far as Peter knows, he's the only masked superhero in his timeline.

"You said most of the time. What happens during that not-most of the time?"

"Sometimes they go crazy or they see what's really there and think they're crazy. Usually it means they're either a demigod or touched in some way by them."

She glanced down at her axe hanging by her side. There were Norse ruins all over the handle and blades.

"I'm assuming you can see my axe. If this place is as strange as it sounds, everyone here must already accepted strange as common occurrence otherwise your brains would have melted by now."

Peter peers at the weapon. He knows enough from Loki's antics to know that those are Norse runes, but not enough to know what any of them actually mean.

"Yeah, things are -- you know, they're pretty crazy," he says. "Back home, there weren't really people who had powers or anything. There were a few, but nothing like here. Now it's weird if you don't have some sort of special power or ability."

"Are there any people here who don't?"

It sounded to Sam that it might be a pattern worth investigating if everyone here was special in some way.

"Does that mean you have something special about you?"

"Me?" Peter gestures to himself. "Yeah, I was bitten by a spider and now I have spider powers."

He's not exactly sure how weird that sounds to Samirah, but if she comes from a place where gods give people powers, it's probably not terribly weird.

Hopefully she doesn't hate spiders.

"You got bit by a spider and now have spider powers."

Samirah looked Peter up and down, but she knew well enough appearances were deceiving. She wondered what powers a spider might have.

"So then, are you a superhero in your world?"

"Yeah, I'm Spider-Man." Maybe he didnt win points for originality, but at least he was direct. You knew what to expect.

"I've been doing it for like... two, two and a half years now?"

"Sounds like we are in vaguely similar boats."

She would trust he had skill if he was at it for over two years. She knew she didn't necessarily look like much on first glance either and it worked in her favor often.

"Is there a need for many superheroes here? Or is there some other way people occupy their time? Mr. O'Neill said people have tried to find a way out, but haven't discovered it yet."

"There was an attack by these weird undead creatures back in the summer," he says, trying to remember exactly when. "June or July. They were undead, like in Lord of the Rings. Other than that, it's been pretty peaceful. SOmetimes portals to other worlds open up, but I don't think that's happened since last June or May." Peter has to keep straining to remember. Everything feels like it happened such a long time ago.

"The undead are no joke... but I'm glad to hear it was taken care of."

The portals had her attention for a little longer. She wondered if there was a way to use that sort of opening to find her way back to one of the Nine Realms. Sam went silent and thought and then she sighed.

"I really hope it's true that time isn't the same here... "

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if time is moving at the same pace, then I'm away from my friends right now while we're trying to do something very important. Plus my grandparents will worry and so will Amir and.... it would just be really inconvenient for everyone."

She did not know if she could explain a long absence if it were days on end.

"Tony and Ned are both from the same timeline as I am and further along, but as far as they know, I was never even missing back home," he says. Peter attempts to offer Samirah an encouraging smile. "I think we'll be okay."

At least he hopes so.

She smiled. She appreciated Peter's words and would hold onto them. Sam had to have faith things happened for a reason. She would trust this was some big plan from Allah and go with it for now.

"Thank you... I'm glad people here are friendly. I'm also glad this hotel looks to be fairly normal, if not really colorful."

"Weird stuff happens sometimes, but it's not bad," Peter concedes. "Did Mr. O'Neill tell you about the boundaries at all?"

"A little. He mentioned that people have tried to escape too.... I have to admit I plan to try as well, even if it's not going to work."

She had to try for herself in order to feel like she had done everything, she thought. She looked at Peter.

"I'm assuming someone else here can fly and has tried to go straight up, right?"

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