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Sif turned, and smiled. "Ah, you have awakened. I had suspected it would be before morning. It has been a large part of the night, as you can no doubt tell."

Harry frowned, staring at the sun just peeking over the horizon. Quite a few hours, then; more than he'd anticipated. He would have berated himself for his complete foolishness in what he'd done with the memory. Things were coming back to him now, at last. He had biger fish to fry, though. "Why do you have the emergency mirror?"

Sif held up the mirror and shrugged. "Mr. Stark contacted you while you were gone. I retrieved the mirror and spoke to him. It seems that he requires your presence sooner than anticipated. I would suggest that you use the alternative method that you hinted at, sending me back early."

Harry frowned. "Did he say what happened?"

"It was something about so-called 'Aim' and destroyed cities," Sif said with a shrug, and Harry stared. "You should ask him yourself, I would say."

"I will," Harry muttered. "That could be about half a dozen things, and most of them are horrible. I'll have to get Bruce at top speed and hope that I can at least get him somewhere safe, even if he probably won't be coming along." He blinked as he looked down at himself. "Wait... how am I wearing my spare trousers?"

"I thought you would prefer fresh clothing in the morning," Sif said, shrugging. "You brought a second set for a reason, did you not?"

"You unclothed me?" Harry asked incredulously. "Why?"

Sif frowned. "That seems obvious. You were unconscious. You were not going to do it yourself."

Harry just spluttered indignantly.

"It's as if you think I have never seen a man before," Sif muttered, frowning. "Seidr are nearly indistinguishable from Asgardians, there are no extra parts."

A look of horror crossed over Harry's face. "Did you… did you change my underwear too?"

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