Vincent strolled along, content with his usual people-watching route in general, and in particular with how the 'date' with Asleif had gone the other night. Not the optimal desired ending to the evening, but very pleasant nonetheless. Such a shame she was bound for the opposite end of the country, but that kind of distance was a trifling thing compared to traveling between Earth and Asgard. She had his phone number, and if she tarried too long, he could likely find contact information for her from the Avengers.
All in all, it had been an excellent meeting.
His senses prickled as he came within a stone's throw of the Sanctum Sanctorum. He shrugged it off, used to it by now. It may not be his place of study, but he knew where it was. Roughly.
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