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Helena stepped up to the fence again. "It's homemade."
The anchorwoman leaned forward, teetered in her zebra-striped heels. "And your helmet?"
"My best friend Kylie got two of 'em somewhere and she gave me the other one. We wear 'em together 'cause Thor's the best Avenger."
"How much were they?"
Thor held his hand in front of the microphone. "It matters not." He looked straight into the camera and imagined the prying eyes leering at their television sets. "Her garb cannot be purchased for silver or gold." He ran his fingers along the edge of her cape. "Devotion runs through every stitch and love binds the hems. These tweeting magpies cannot replicate or buy that. And now I would ask your indulgence to allow us to continue conversing."
The anchorwoman's tanned face turned pale. "I-well-yes, of course." She stood up and turned to other members of crowd who were more than happy to preen and jabber for her, but the camera still fixed on Thor and Helena.
Thor took her hand and smiled. "Helena, I am extremely honored to have earned your and Kylie's admiration."
Helena laughed. "Thanks! But we're not the only ones who think you're the best. Like every girl in our class loves you a lot!"
"They do?"
She nodded. "Yup. Some of the girls fight about who gets to marry you."
Thor blinked, then chuckled He never would have imagined Midgardians arguing for his hand, even the young ones. "Do you join them?"
"No! That's dumb!" Her red hair swished back and forth as she shook her head. "Who thinks about getting married when you can run around fighting monsters and aliens and save the world and stuff?"
"A few people, I imagine," Thor said, thinking of Tony and Pepper embracing after the end of every mission.
Helena's mother put her hands on the girl's shoulder. "Okay, okay. Let's calm down."
"But it's a stupid thing to fight about!" Helena protested, waving her toy Mjolnir above her head. Laughter rippled through the crowd around her.
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