"I'm glad I was there to help," Prometheus says sincerely. "And it gave me a chance to get to know your people. It's been a while since I've felt connected to an actual community." Being immortal has its drawbacks, particularly in forming long-lasting relationships without being outed as inhuman.

Prometheus gives a knowing nod at the mention of seatbelts. "It's frustrating, isn't it? It doesn't feel like it should be a big deal, especially to people like us. I know it's something I don't like to share..." He smiles wryly and adds, "Not like I have a choice, though. Everyone knows about the eagle."

When Thor turns to look at him, the Titan meets his gaze, a little surprised by his friend's determination. "Yeah? Well, I have a couple of suggestions. I could stay this size or I could keep my hands open while we spar. But if you have any ideas, I'm all ears." Prometheus was enjoying himself, too, lightning strike non-withstanding, and he's not about to discourage Thor's desire to bounce back and try again.