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"Hey, wait up!" her mother exclaimed, scrambling down the hall a few feet behind them.
Thor did so, and when all three of them reached the street again, all sorts of reporters and civilians with cameras began taking pictures and shouting at them. After glancing at her mother, Thor lifted Helena onto his shoulders. The cameras clicked even faster.
"Oh God, this is my new Facebook cover photo!" one young woman with short, choppy, black-and-blonde hair proclaimed.
Then the reporters began to jabber.
"So why exactly does a Prince of Asgard care about the princess demographic? Shouldn't you be going after the Tonka set?" "Are you sympathetic because there's a playroom of little princesses at home?" "What is your marital status?" "If you had to choose one celebrity to procreate with..."
Then Helena's mother yanked a microphone out of a crewman's hands. "Alright. All of you will step away from this man and away from my daughter. Or I will be very angry. And you would not like me when I'm angry. I will look a lot like that guy brooding on the skyscraper." She pointed up at the Hulk, who roared and glowered down at them. They all began to shuffle away. "Thank you."
"Here you go, madam," Thor said, handing Helena back to her mother. Helena reached out and grabbed Thor's hand.
"Thanks, Thor," her mother said. "You can call me Claire and---Helena, no, you need to let go."
"No!" Helena tightened her grip. "I wanna stay!"
"You want to stay in New York while we fly back to St. Louis tomorrow?"
Helena shook her head. "Maybe not. Aunt Amy's cats make my eyes itch."
Claire kissed her daughter's cheek and pulled some familiar but folded papers out of her purse. "How about you give him one of your drawings?"
"May I select one?" Thor asked.
Helena nodded.
Thor went through the drawings again and picked his favorite. "I'd like this one. The one of you and me floating over this wondrous realm. Would that be acceptable?"
"Uh-huh."
Thor handed the drawings back to Claire, who placed them back in her purse. Thor pushed Helena's helmet back and kissed her forehead. "Meeting you has been the highest honor, Helena."
"Um, thank you. Same here!" She gave him a thumbs up. "But can I ask you a question?"
"Of course."
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