...Wednesday....January 8th, 5010...

..Aboard Air Force One...9:45 PM...

Shawn is African American not white as Thor. I learned Shawn discovered his heritage at a fairly young age. Shawn discovered his very unusual heritage coming up randomly in some instances such as when he punched out a neighborhood bully down the block by a single punch. Shawn told me he decided to get answers when he was a child at the age of 20 and he looked nothing like a adult.

Somewhere in Thor's family tree one of his grand children met up with a African American individual and had Shawn.

"So," I said, tapping on the table. "Why is the helicarrier junior being used as a civilian transport?"

"The public needs to trust who they are looking up to protect their planet," Shawn said. "The helicarrier junior's have been doing quite a great job or the past 1,000 years."

I stop tapping on the table.

"A thousand years?" I ask.

"Yes," Shawn said.

"It should be rotten by now," I said.

"We have a advantage," Shawn said. "A good but seriously weird chick capable of preventing metal from deteriorating at the cost of her body getting covered in thick black markings similar to spider webs and can make metal move."

"...This chick must have a name," I said.

"We don't have any 'Banner' relatives sticking around," Shawn said. "Her name is Elizame Fame."

"The Flight Waitress," I said.

Shawn sighs, cupping the side of his head on his hand rolling an eye.

"You have met her...before me," Shawn said. "Man, she meets all the important guys first before me!"

"I do not think so," I said.

"Elizame recently took on a random job," Shawn said. "A string of fate."

"There is not a string of fate," I said. "Tell me more about this 'Elizame'."

"Elizame does have her moments getting out of control," Shawn said, with a sigh. "But the problem is Elizame had an accident which gave her the powers and she can live for...god knows how long."

I stare at Shawn.

"Go on," I said. "Tell me more of these Avengers."

"Spidy-Electro, but he goes by Smith," Shawn said. "He's a..well...an unusual mix of a Spiderman with webs that are capable of producing electricty. Though Smith never uses the power when we really need it as a team. Then we have...well,actually, we HAD a Iron Lady."

Tonya Stark.

"Tonya Stark?" I said.

"Yep," Shawn said.

"I can not wait to point out what her name spells backwards," I said, as the air-plan tilts to the side. "Don't be afraid of the ship tilting side ways," Gus raises his left brow up and the corner of his mouth tilts upwards while his lower lip departs the upper lip making a unique reaction. "Knight is having fun in the hanger against that big drone thing you call a 'box lifter'."

"She shouldn't be doing that," Shawn said.

"Knight can do that," I said. "You have a million dollars worth of repair to do when she's done with it...mind wise."

"Are you letting Knight do this?" Shawn asks, in shock.

"Yes," I said.

"That's our back up catcher for easy targets!" Shawn said.

I laugh.

"He is out of order for now," I said, as the plane tilts back to its original position. I take a sip out of a cup filled in milk.

"...And that is George Winters," Shawn said. I gulp down the sip putting the red cup on the table. "Great descendent of the original Captain America, coming in."

I look over seeing a well dressed Latino man with dark hair come through the doorway. He has a scar in the shape of a star on his neck being the color of gray as though some one molded it in. Latino's have lighter skin than African American people that it is noticeable.

"The President will speak with you now, Loki of Asgard," George said.

I sigh.

"Please," I said, getting up. "Call me 'Loki'."