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[adrienneecross]

She doesn’t flinch. If anything, she smiles—the kind that’s all teeth and ambition.

“Do you think a man with a kill count in the triple digits should be allowed to write policy?”

(idk if i submitted this too early if so im so sorry!)

Congressman Barnes!! Adrienne Cross, Manhattan Times...

Got a minute? Off the record, on the record, whichever gets you to stop avoiding my journalism.

@adrienneecross

A.C

Avoiding your journalism? He scoffs, his voice muffled as he chews on a piece of his burrito. I don't even know who you are!

He swallows his food before speaking again. Talk to me.

[adrienneecross]

The Crossfire

She hadn’t even finished her lukewarm oat latte when a flying Avenger buzzed overhead and bypassed the TSA line at LaGuardia like it was a minor inconvenience—because for him, it was. And while the rest of the terminal collectively groaned and shuffled their boots off for screening, Adrienne Cross did what she always did when the world handed her hypocrisy on a silver platter: she opened her laptop.

Welcome back to The Crossfire.

Title: “Just Because You Can Fly Doesn’t Mean You Should Skip Security Lines”

Because when gods walk among us, someone still has to ask why they think the rules don’t apply.

Op-Ed: Just Because You Can Fly Doesn’t Mean You Should Skip Security Lines

Posted by Adrienne Cross

Let me set the scene. It’s 6:43 a.m., I’m running on three hours of sleep and half a protein bar, and the TSA agent has just confiscated my dry shampoo like it’s a homemade explosive. There’s a toddler screaming in stereo, someone behind me is arguing with a bin, and I’ve accepted that I may never see my laptop again.

Then—cue the dramatic wind gust—he arrives. Long blond hair, space cloak billowing like Beyoncé’s wind machine is on standby, and a hammer that definitely isn’t regulation carry-on.

Thor.

Yes, that Thor. God of Thunder, part-time Avenger, full-time walking exception to every rule the rest of us mere mortals are expected to follow. While the rest of us are untying our boots and praying our coffee doesn’t leak through our tote bags, he descends from the sky like it’s his birthright (it is), salutes someone vaguely official-looking, and struts through a private gate with the kind of confidence normally reserved for runway models and men who’ve never been told “no.”

Did he go through a metal detector? No. Did anyone pat down the literal god carrying a war hammer? Also no. Did I consider launching my now-useless dry shampoo at him? Briefly.

Also? Let’s just address the lightning-infused elephant in the room: why was he even at LaGuardia? He can literally fly. Not on a plane. Not in a plane. He is the plane. I mean, did Mjolnir break? Did the Bifrost call in sick? Was the air traffic too emotionally turbulent for the God of Thunder this morning?

Maybe he just wanted to remind us all that even when he’s slumming it with the commoners, he’s still not actually one of us. Which is cute, in the way that seeing your ex on a dating app with a verified checkmark is cute—deeply upsetting but ultimately unsurprising.

Look, I get it. He’s a god. He’s saved the world. Probably more than once. And sure, if I had a penny for every alien warlord he’s obliterated with dramatic flair and impeccable cheekbones, I’d have enough to afford the $14 airport latte I didn’t get to drink because someone summoned a wind tunnel through Terminal B.

But here’s the thing…. we’re living in a world where the extraordinary walk among us, and nobody seems to be asking what that actually means for the rest of us. We’ve got supers in boardrooms, enhanced beings running political campaigns, and literal gods bypassing basic airport protocol like they’re above it all. Because, apparently, they are.

And that’s what this is about. Not just Thor—and trust me, I’m thrilled he graced us with his leather-clad presence—but about the quiet normalization of exceptionalism. When the rules only apply to some, they stop being rules and start being suggestions. Suggestions that people like you and me can’t afford to ignore, but people like him never even have to hear.

So no, I don’t care if you can summon lightning or reverse time or shoot lasers out of your face—if you want to operate in public spaces, you should be held to public standards. Because if gods don’t answer to anyone, sooner or later, we’ll all forget they’re supposed to.

So until Thor starts carrying a boarding pass like the rest of us, I’ll keep asking the question no one seems brave—or petty—enough to ask:

If you’re really a hero, why are you so afraid of waiting in line?

— A. Cross

[adrienneecross]

Welcome to The Crossfire

No spin. No filters. Just the questions no one else will ask and the answers they’d rather bury. I’m Adrienne Cross—reporter, columnist, and unapologetic thorn in the side of power. If it’s corrupt, concealed, or quietly exploding beneath Manhattan’s polished surface, you’ll find it here first.

From Capitol Hill to back alley briefings, I go where the story leads.

Truth isn’t always comfortable. Neither am I.

Pls note this is a side blog and was created for entertainment purposes/ rp purposes only. Also This blog may not be suitable for younger viewers, so if you’re below 18, I’d suggest you not interact. I’m not responsible for what you find, please be safe!!

Also not that this is an oc as well!! She’s not fully fledged out yet though. I’ll keep her introductory thing pinned!

Adrienne Cross

Ruthless with a pen and rarely seen without a coffee in hand, Adrienne Cross is a twenty-something investigative journalist and columnist behind The Crossfire—a blog that’s equal parts exposé and editorial flamethrower. Ambitious, unfiltered, and unbothered by powerful egos, she’s on a mission to upgrade from The Manhattan Times to The New York Times… even if it means pissing off a few gods, heroes, villains (and congressmen) along the way.

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