Alicia walked into the office then seated down into the chair as gestured by the bald man with a eyepatch. It was rather strange to be seated across from a legendary figure who appeared in some flicks that ranged from scifi, horror, action/adventure, and comedy to name a few seating himself across from her on the other side of the desk. She wasn't quite sure if his name was the same here. She didn't remember much about the Marvel Cinematic Universe even after a movie viewing of it nor was she a casual fan.

"I have been told you flew to this planet,"

"Crash landed is more like it," Alicia said. "Mr Jackson."

"It's Fury," Fury replied, earning raised eyebrows from the woman.

"So it's not Samuel L Jackson?" Alicia asked.

A smile grew on his face as he leaned back.

"You're the first person I met who's noticed the resemblance," Fury said.

"You have to be pulling my leg," Alicia said.

"No, no, no," he shook his right hand.  "I am  humbled by the comparison."

"Not even a white person has pointed that out?"  Alicia said. "In your entire career  being a badass."

"No," Fury said, shaking his head. "I get compared to Morgan Freeman. I don't have the voice of god."

Alicia's brown eyes grew big then she grew a strange expression tilting her head that consisted of a smile and repeatedly whispering "Bullshit" in a high pitched tone. Fury raised a eyebrow back at the woman. It felt like she was being fed bullshit one spoon full at a time. And this was perhaps the largest.

"I am inclined to be skeptical of that," Alicia said. "That was just. . . "

"Racist," Fury  said, nodding his head. "You have no idea how much I enjoy Samuel L Jackson's acting."

"I can easily see that," Alicia said. "Mr Fury. .  . Shouldn't a agent be questioning me?"

"You're a very special case," Fury said. "You mowed down a Norse God with a school bus."

"By accident," Alicia said.

"Start from the top," Fury said.

"Alicia Gold," Alicia said.  "I am, or was, a bus driver for the Barack Obama School District," she leaned against the arm rest. "I am from a universe where you're portrayed by Samuel L Jackson and everything here never happened," she gestured toward the office. "No battle of New York, no superheroes,  there is no gods but plenty of theories and evidence that highly advanced aliens who live for thousands of years have visited humanity's ancient history. We were hit by a truck, a car, not sure, but it sent my bus twirling. I closed my eyes and the next thing I know the bus is heading toward a tower. And you know the rest."

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There was a rapid knocking at night. Alicia groaned, getting out of bed. They were still in the Triskelion waiting for their new identities to be made. The fact that she had a counterpart who still had  family, according to a SHIELD agent, happily living with her girlfriend in New York State working as a bus driver. It turned out that nothing much had changed regarding her occupation. Her family had taken the first flight from California and came to her house rather than calling her just to know if she were okay  and her partner was shaken up about it (a SHIELD agent had posed as a businessman and knocked on the door selling a extra fast car that didn't exist). Henry had a mother and father, apparently, rather than a mother while living in New York State which  was. . . . off putting for Alicia. And it still felt odd.

Alicia slipped on her pink slippers after getting out of bed and put on her bright pink robe. She  walked slowly down the hall calling, "I am coming!" in a tired tone. She came to the door then opened it to see Thor in casual wear.

"Where is my brother?" Thor asked.

"We threw everything that we had with us except for the books," Alicia said. "He is in the trash, Mr Odinsun."

"Where?" Thor asked.

"Outside, likely," Alicia said. "I hate to be you. The janitor threw the trash bags into the garbage dumpster."

"Heimdall said he was in this building," Thor said.

"He probably just left the building," Alicia said.  She leaned against the wall as a gust of air passed by.  "Uh, a thank you would have been nice!

 Alicia combed through her hair taking off a hair band and let her massive bundle of dark brown hair land gently land on her shoulders. She turned away from the door  looking down in the direction of the hair band that looked dark in the night. She closed the door behind her rather softly and carefully then moved her way to the bedroom that Henry was sleeping in placing the dark item onto the counter in the dining room. Alicia slightly opened the door to his bedroom observing the nightlight in the form of the SHIELD insignia set on the counter with a long dark cable plugged into the wall. She had asked that the boy be left with her since she had promised to be there for him. He needed a familiar face not strangers around him who wouldn't understand him.

There was a loud cackle from outside and rain came pouring down the windows fitting the mood in the room. The thunder rumbled from outside the building from the wrath of a  angry god who was swearing out of frustration. If she heard a distant call of a name from outside, it wasn't going  to draw her attention. The young woman had her arms folded leaning against the doorway while pitying the young boy. Her eyes shifted toward the aesthetic -- a bright flash of white light briefly appearing from the other side of the window after a bolt of thunder --- seemingly at ease.

"Big mood," Alicia remarked, then walked away back to her room.

Thor reappeared at Asgard carrying a dumpster while covered in filth  and his hammer in one hand.