Does anyone else remember the early days of MCU fanfic??
You know, when it was all on fanfic.net??
And when the most popular ships Tony/Steve, Clint/Natasha, and Thor/Jane??
When in every fanfic they all lived in Stark Tower??
And when they all had Avengers Movie Nights??
And occasionally Loki would drop by??
(So would Phil Coulson because everyone refused to let him die)
And more often than not Darcy would show up??
The ones where Thor was obsessed with Pop Tarts??
And Clint was always in the vents??
And Cap was always confused by JARVIS at first??
And Natasha would steal everyone’s clothes??
And Tony would always hole up in his workshop??
And sometimes people would add in Andrew Garfield’s Peter Parker??
Because to me it’s just so strange how different it all is now! Don’t get me wrong, it’s a good strange, but it’s so weird. I feel like I read all of these fanfics in a different timeline, or like I crossed into a new dimension!
[lights up on the empty field overlooking the sea in which Odín passed and Hela arrived. We close up on the remains of Mjolnir glimmering in the light of the setting sun. The sound of a van pulling up and idling for a second before turning off can be heard. Car doors open and voices chatter.]
Jane: (from offscreen) My device is showing the highest concentration of the foreign energy right…over there!
[a pair of petite shoes, obviously Janes, enter the frame right next to the remains]
Darcy: (from offscreen) Jane?
Jane: Oh my- What is…
[her hand enters the frame to touch Mjolnir. Right as her fingers make contact the remains begin to glow, vibrate and levitate. We pan out behind Jane, still being denied the sight of her face, as the remains levitate and continue to glow.]
[Darcy rushes into the frame as the sky grows dark, but stops short. It begins to thunder and the wind picks up. Jane’s hair (which she has highlighted blonde) blows around her. Jane begins to back away but still holds out her dominant hand in a gesture of defense. The pieces begin to reform but not before the handle places itself in Jane’s palm. We begin to pan around Jane, now beginning to be able to see her face. She holds the now re-formed Mjolnir and lightning arcs between the clouds and the hammer, which once again bears the seal of Odín. ]
Odín: (godly whispers which overlap.) Whosover holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.
[we now finally focus in on Jane’s face. Her emotions read slight fear, but in the black of her dilated pupils we see forks of white lightning. Screen goes black.]