Because the God of Thunder had very little regard for lawn maintenance, there had previously been a large Asgardian symbol burnt into the grass. It was left over from Thor's visit to Earth after hearing the call of Heimdall, who had in turn been 'contacted' by Tony and Naomi. The Stark, who did indeed have pride in his immaculate lawn outside the facility, chose the area to once again summon the Bifrost.

As Naomi explained to Thor and Loki, the journey to Saakar was one that had to be taken in a different way of transportation. How the Hulk managed to end up there, she and the rest of her dimension had little idea, however there waste way that she did know. The plan was to have Thor, Loki, and Naomi enter the Bifrost together, and leave mid-way through the journey to properly emulate what had happened in Thor: Ragnarok. It was no doubt one of Naomi's riskiest moves yet, as there was a thousand ways that it could go horribly wrong, and even if it did go right it meant she would have to plummet out of the sky onto an alien planet. Nevertheless, it was the only plan that she had, and therefore the only plan that anyone had. Going to Saakar was non-negotiable to Naomi, because of Hulk/Bruce, and several other people she hoped to recruit to fight Thanos. Also, Jeff Goldblum was there.

"Okay kid, you have everything?" Tony Stark asked for the billionth time. Naomi rather felt like a child being micro-managed by their parents before vacation, but amongst the war and drama, it was a welcomed feeling.

"Yes Tin Can." She drawled, laughing at Tony's overly-offended expression.

"I try to make sure you don't get yourself killed, and this is the thanks I get!?" Tony scoffed, crossing his arms in the posture of a stern mother, but with a melancholic tone to his voice. The news about Peter still troubled him deeply, more than Naomi could hope to know, but she still tried to provide some comfort. Dropping her sarcastic edge, the brunette smiled gently before pulling Tony into a hug. The second time she had done so, but fortunately she was not crying all over his shirt unlike the first occasion. In reaction, Tony chuckled at her sentiment and returned the hug, patting her back before holding her away from him at arms length, gripping her shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah, kid. Just come back in one piece so someone will get my references." Per usual, he avoided an overly sentimental farewell, disguising it with a joke. Naomi simply rolled her eyes with a light smirk, playfully shoving him off before walking side-by-side to the brothers, who stood waiting to depart.

Loki appeared to wish to comment on the emotional display by the Iron Man and the Prophet, but was admonished into silence by a grunt from Thor. Opting to cover it up by brushing back his slicked hair, he simply arched an eyebrow as he looked between Naomi and Tony.

"Are we ready to leave?" Thor asked the both of them.

"You guys got the packs?" Tony asked, gesturing to the gray backpacks worn by Naomi and Thor. Loki didn't appreciate the way they looked, so he simply whisked the pack away into some magic storage space to pull out later. Tony almost had a hissy fit when he did so, considering all the technology he jam-packed into the things.

All three bags were made of a synthetic fabric from Tony's lab, a sleek gray material that he claimed could deflect knives, though not bullets. In his words, they were 'horrifyingly rudimentary,' but considering he had only a few hours to prepare them, it was really quite impressive. The packs stored a few days worth of MRE meals, probably recommended by Rhodey, along with a compact water filtration system and a small compartment which housed ear pieces for communications. However Naomi's pack was separate from her male companions, in that she was given a gun.

The gun was not ordinary, of course, coming from Tony Stark. Another 'rudimentary,' rushed project, it was a portable version of the Iron Man suit's repulsors located on his palms. He was only able to give her a brief explanation on how to use it, explaining the different power settings and attempting to show her how to aim. For the first time, Naomi thanked her father for insisting that she learn to hunt from a young age- a Swanson tradition, he said. Naomi considered herself as a more modern-day Swanson, however the shooting lessons could now very well save her life.

The brothers did not receive an Iron Gun prototype due to the fact that they were literal gods and did not need one. However they each received an equal share of the rest of the backpack's equipment. "Yes," Thor nodded to Tony. "My brother and I are ready to leave."

"Then we should head out." Naomi decided. Silently, Tony backed away until he was at a safe distance from the are, leaving the three companions huddled closely, waiting for Thor to call Heimdall. However in the back of her mind, something was off. Frowning, Naomi turned to wave good-bye to Tony a final time, distracting her as Thor bellowed out the command. The second the Bifrost illuminated her vision, it dawned on Naomi terribly.

The three of them were supposed to have held onto each other to ensure they they exited at the same time, something that had somehow slipped her mind. Perhaps it was the unexpected development of Tony asking about Peter, or the thousand other things that she had to ensure on Saakar. Somehow, the small detail slipped her mind, and automatically, her body moved to correct it.

Lunging, Naomi reached out to her right to grab Loki's hand in the split second before they were all three shot into the air. Overwhelmed by the sudden shift and thrown off balance by her autopilot move, Naomi was slowly careening toward the side of the Bifrost. She could hardly even process the explosion of color around her or the way that the wind sucked any words out of her mouth. With wide eyes, she made a feeble attempt to grab onto either brother, but with the Bifrost came a sense of weightlessness that made her unable to freely move. Taking notice of her strained expression, the gods, who were somehow able to control their own movement, made their way to her. Thor shouted something to Loki that she could not hear, and in their ignorance they appeared to come to an agreement.

When Naomi had explained the process of arriving at Saakar, she apparently had not addressed the odd way that time functioned on the planet enough. Even if the three exited the Bifrost with only seconds in between them, it could translate to days or even weeks on the planet. Unfortunately, this lack of knowledge led Thor and Loki to believe that since Naomi was so near the edge of the Bifrost wall by now, and there was so little time left until they arrived at Asgard, the best course of action would be to let her leave first, and follow right after.

Which is exactly what they did, with a gentle push from Thor, and some mouthed words from Loki that she couldn't catch, Naomi plummeted from a hole in the sky, missing two gods.

In a strange way, she almost didn't know if she was screaming or not, because the sound of the wind tearing at her hair and clothes as she fell blocked out everything else. However she could clearly feel her heartbeat, drumming so fast she could hardly tell if it wasn't a continuous hum in her chest. With more adrenaline than she had ever experienced, Naomi was left staring into a gaping rip in the sky as she plunged downward. It occurred to her that unlike her favorite superheroes, she would be able to survive the fall. It was almost laughable, in her adrenaline-high state that she should die from something like a fall in the realm of superheroes. It almost didn't seem realistic, until a green-skinned assassin came into her mind, and her delirious sense of comedy was sobered. Indeed, the only thing that would save Naomi from her inevitable fate of dying from blunt-force trauma would be the pure, coincidental magic that seemed to surround superheroes.

With a sudden stop, Naomi slammed onto a metal surface. The roof of a ship that had happened to pass by under the diving prophet. Had she not been immediately enveloped in pain, Naomi would have cursed the bullshit logic of the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

As she could not bring herself to swear, she lay paralyzed on the unforgiving ship, watching the sky above her blur with the speed at which the pilot maneuvered. Aside from a general pain enveloping her entire being, she was dimly aware of a flare in her wrist, which had caught the side of a protruding metal wing diagonal to the ship. If she raised her head to inspect it, Naomi would have seen swift discoloration and noticed that her fingers barely moved without immense pain. However she did not raise her head, and proceeded to mentally curse herself for not remembering to hold hands of all things, curse whatever freaky cult even got her stuck here, and curse whoever the hell made metal so goddamn hard.

And everything had been going so well up until now.