Justice League Watchtower - United States - Midgard
"Just tell me where he went. Every second wasted is more time for him to get away."Thor was many things, a deity, a prince, now an exile, a hero and a member of a team; but there was one thing that was engrained in his very being and helped to govern his every action. Thor was a
warrior. A warrior was governed by rules of engagement and a sense of honour that few others would fully understand. But this action that their enemy (Thor was now certain that their intruder was a foe) had taken, coming into the Justice League's
home and masquerading as their ally, this stank of cowardice and dishonour. As a warrior, Thor was obliged to teach this craven being the folly of their ways.
But equally Thor knew that his way was not the only one he needed to take into consideration. Captain America, regardless of any heroic status and sensibilities, was primarily a soldier. Thor knew the ways of soldiers and, despite Rogers' aversion to some of their less savoury characteristics, practicality was a prime focus for such people.
"One does not simply 'get the jump' on the God of Thunder." He said with finality,
"The counterfeit captain went yonder." Thor gestured to the very door that Captain America had entered.
"The villain was working on one of your machines."Thor turned to Ant-Man,
"Mayhap our foe be some machine thief? Be there no avenues of enquiry in Midgard for such mischief?"A slight noise caught Thor's attention, momentarily startled he turned towards the noise, it was a humming sound resonating from where Captain America -the doppelganger of Captain America- had been sitting.
Thor felt a tingle from Mjolnir, such a sensation usually indicated the gathering of electrical energy.
"But this occurs only when-" Thor's eyes widened,
the computer! He spun his body so that it shielded Ant-Man. He threw his hammer towards Rogers, banking on the soldier's reflexes to come into play even before Thor's warning.
"Down!"The humming shifted into a loud pop but the burst of destructive force that Thor would expect from any such expenditure of electricity was simply not present. He chanced a glance towards the machine that sat stubbornly intact where the doppelganger had left it. A stream of smoke emanated from the tiny buttons that mortals used to control the complex machinery within. The visual screen was also different, rather than the amusing image of a cat that often stalked such machinery there was a haze of colours and lines that looked unintentional to the God of Thunder.
Thor turned back to his compatriots and gave an apologetic shrug. With a gesture, Mjolnir returned to his hand. He tied it to his belt once more before regarding the two mortals.
"Apologies my friends, in other realms such sabotage is oft more destructive."