"The Fates," Thor clarifies, rather used to having to explain. "Powerful spirits who weave the loom of future-sight."

He peers at Peter's hands as they work their magic, rapidly cleansing his armor of the tacky ruin. Not quite as smoothly as Loki would have done, but his sorcery is different, of course.

"No one who calls themselves a god is bound to be humble," Thor points out, amusement in his voice. "Though it can be learned."