The next day, aboard the Airbus.
Aaron opened his eyes in bed and saw the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling.
"System, sign in."
"The host has signed in aboard the Airbus and received 1 Magic Point.
"The Thoughtform has signed in on Bohart Star and received 3 Magic Points."
"Grains of sand build a tower; little by little, it adds up. Sooner or later, I'll make it through." Aaron comforted himself, then got dressed, washed up, and left his room.
After a simple breakfast, May, who had just finished combat training with Skye, walked over carrying a tablet.
"Fury sent word. We're taking a trip to Portugal.
An Asgardian has appeared there."
"A mission." Aaron smiled faintly. "Let's hope it has nothing to do with that vague prophecy."
"It can't be that much of a coincidence." Coulson took the tablet and began reading.
A few seconds later, he frowned slightly. "Aaron, how well do you know Sif?"
"Pretty well, I guess. My relationship with her is about the same as my relationship with you."
"Then that's good. I need you to come to Portugal with me." Coulson turned the tablet toward Aaron. On it was footage of Sif staring blankly into space in a detention center.
"Wortefa..." Aaron gaped in astonishment. "Why her?"
"I'd like to know why her too." Coulson gave a bitter smile. "And there's worse news. Sif seems to have amnesia.
Since you know her fairly well, then... maybe you can help her remember something."
"Shouldn't we bring Thrór over? He's the person Sif knows best."
"Thrór isn't on Earth. He left some time ago."
"Hmm? Did he break up with Jane Foster?"
"Not that. He went looking for his brother, Loki, the God of Mischief." Coulson's expression turned uncomfortable. After all, Loki had nearly killed him, so