London, on the banks of the River Thames, a tall figure stands in the wind.

The rain blew the hem of her black trench coat, revealing a section of black stockings from her high-heeled boots, and she looked up at Tower Bridge not far away, her long brown hair fluttering wantonly, and the soft scent of shampoo in the air.

A thunderclap sounded in the cloudy sky, and Jane Foster's face was deep as she listened to the thunder.

"Missing your heavenly boyfriend

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