Coulson races in as a SHIELD TECHIE calls up satellite footage of the Bifrost storm on a monitor.
Phil: What the hell was that?
Techie: I don't know, sir. We got massive energy readings out of nowhere, then they just disappeared. Fifteen miles due northwest.
Phil: Let's go take a look.
Amidst the fury of the Bifrost storm, the Warriors Three and Sif drop to the ground in the New Mexico desert. They clamber to their feet as the Bifrost quickly recedes, the hole in the sky closing up behind it. The Bifrost runes cover the desert sand around them.
Volstagg: He must have landed nearby. It's time to put our tracking skills to work. Spread out. Check the sand for indentations of his boot prints.
Fandral: The winds would have blown them away by now. We should look for signs of a campfire.
Sif: Or we could just start there.
She points behind them to the town of Puente Antiguo in the distance -- the only visible sign of civilization -- and to Hogun, who has already started walking towards it. Volstagg and Fandral trade looks, their egos bruised.
Fandral: It's worth a look, I suppose.
The party tromps towards the town. Townsfolk stare in wonder at the Warriors Three and Sif, as they stroll down the street in all their Asgardian splendor. A boy hits a baseball, which rolls under a parked car. He runs to retrieve it, but can't. Suddenly, the side of the car rises into the air. The boy looks over, his mouth dropping open at what he sees. Volstagg easily holds the car up with one hand. Volstagg picks up the boy's ball, then drops the car. He hands the ball back to the boy, tousling his hair.
Volstagg: There you go, lad!
The boy just stares, standing frozen. The Asgardians head off.
Volstagg: Is it just me, or does Earth look a little different to you?
Sif: It has been a thousand years...
Volstagg: Things change so fast here. You leave for a millennium, and it's like the whole neighborhood's gone.
Volstagg sniffs, smells something.
Volstagg: Perhaps we should split up.
Agents Cale, Garrett and Romanoff spot Sif, Fandral, and Hogun walking down the street.
Garrett: Is there a Renaissance Faire in town?
Cale: We should call it in.
But before they can, Volstagg rises up behind them, smashes their heads together. They're out.
Volstagg: Never cared for spies.
y/n spins on his heels and activates his suit.
Volstagg: Ah! Modern armour!
y/n: You're not taking it.
Volstagg: I do not require it... but I know you are protected...
y/n: Ah, yes well you see, the thing about that is-
