It was equally not what he was expecting. He had been told Jane had been moved safely away from his brother's actions - what was she doing here near the crisis itself? He looked much closer to how she remembered him before he had to leave for Asgard, in a pair of jeans that looked too high caliber for him to have chosen for himself and a tee shirt that probably had not either. He looked comfortable in it, far different than the media showing him in his full glorious armor wielding his hammer.

On seeing her, his smile was the sun. "Lady Jane," he said warmly, wanting to step forward and take her close. How deeply he has missed her...