The morning sun shone bright - golden rays of light beaming down on the earth, pouring through the apartment windows, onto the face of Jane Foster.

The alarm clock rang. It was 6am yet again and time to face the real world.

Through brushing, showering and dressing up, one topic remained on her mind.

She was still having dreams about him. It had been months since the breakup but her subconscious held onto him each night. The dreams were about the future they never got - coffee dates at lunch, dinner dates for their anniversaries, vacations in foreign countries. It didn't matter that their last encounter left her heart in shattered pieces. Her mind was stuck on the what ifs.

.

The morning breezed by as Jane spent hours in her lab doing experiments and revising research papers. By afternoon, she was headed for a lunch break at her place.

As she set about making a sandwich, she heard her doorbell ring.

She opened the door to her utmost surprise.

"Hello", he said.

Jane was in shock.

"Th...Thor? You..? When...?" 

She cleared her throat in an effort to speak clearly. "I didn't know you were in town. I thought you went back to Asgard."

"I did. I came back because I had....matters to attend to."

"Oh."

"Oh."

Wiping her clammy hands on her jeans, Jane took in a deep breath. She'd been staring at the building behind him as she talked. She decided she was calm enough now to look up into his eyes.

So she did, only to find him staring at her intently.

His eyes seemed to tell a story of their own. A million unsaid words and raging emotions. And the more she looked at them, the more they seemed to be saying.