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"They call it a Wii," Thor explains, for verily, Midgardian technology is overly complicated while still painfully simple at the best of times. Tony had explained three times over why they could not simply go to this "bowling alley" instead of using this simulation device. Sif stares at the small white box.

"What is its purpose?" she asks, attempting to put a finger into the disc slot in the front.

"The mortals use it understand and mimic quests. It can also serve to challenge friends and foes alike." Thor feels sorrow for those that cannot experience the thrill and verve of a quest, of battle. This Wii proves a poor substitute, but the Son of Coul had been most insistent that they not leave the premises.

"Well, friend," Sif grins. "Challenge accepted."



Four hours later, Fury is making Tony fill out the damage forms.

"I really can't see how this is my fault," Tony gripes. Fury snorts.

"You gave him the damn Wii." Fury points out.

To be fair, he hadn't predicted that Thor and Sif would get so mad at Angry Birds that they'd use Mjolnir to bust the flat screen in the conference room.