"Who is this Spartacus? Is he like that Point Break character you always call me?" Thor asks, squinting his eyes in play suspicion. That's obviously what's important in this conversation, not the random gifts, "for purchase" super powers, or any of the other insane things going on in the village on a daily basis. It's the reference that Thor doesn't get.

"Yeah!" Talk of Mjolnir is enough to make Thor glow like a lightbulb. "I would swing Mjolnir around and around, and it would pull me off the ground and help me soar through the skies." He mimics the movement that used to be so second-nature, and he finds that he can't rotate his wrist around nearly as quickly as he used to be able to. Huh. That's frustrating.

He's about to get huffy and complain, yet again, about his stripped-away identity but his tantrum is interrupted by Tony's brain working at a speed Thor can't quite comprehend. He leans over his friend's shoulder, trying to understand the scribbles.

"What's that? What're you doing? Are you figuring out how to get me my hammer back? Or something like it?"