Meanwhile, on a highway in the American Midwest.
An old Ford RV hurtled along at over eighty miles an hour, thick black smoke pouring from its exhaust as though it might fall apart at any moment.
"Jane! Slow down! This thing is fifteen years old! Its chassis is about to fall apart!" In the back seat, Dr. Erik clung to the overhead handle, his face deathly pale as he shouted.
"Doctor! We have to get to New York as soon as possible!" Jane Foster gripped the steering wheel with both hands, her gaze as resolute as a zealot's.
"My instruments show that the magnetic field frequency of that crater in New York is identical to the wormhole frequency we observed in the desert! This can't be a coincidence. It's the key to the ultimate mystery of astrophysics!"
In the passenger seat, Darcy chewed gum while scrolling through Twitter on her phone.
"Jane, you'd better look at this. People online say the crater's been sealed off by some mysterious organization called the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. There are armed agents everywhere. Not even a bird could get in."
"I don't care what division they are! That hammer is mine!"
Thor, who had been leaning against the rear window and staring east, whipped his head around, his blue eyes blazing with fervor and impatience.
"That's my Mjolnir! Once I hold it, I can prove my worth to my father! Mortal weapons cannot stop the God of Thunder of Asgard!" Thor swung his thick fist and slammed it into the door, making the RV shudder.
"Hey! Big guy! Stop hitting my car! I mortgaged my lab to buy this!" Jane cried out in dismay.
"Woman, if you take me to my hammer, I'll give you a chariot made of solid