"I don't think Americans are very smart."

"You know what, I'm going to be the bigger person here."

"I'm sure someone's tried to figure out what the glasses do neurologically or whatever, and maybe they've even succeeded, but I don't happen to have run across it."

"Will they do anything for me?"

"Maybe, I dunno. Try 'em."

She does! She asserts that there are some effects but they're small and she can only detect them by looking at something with the glasses on and with the glasses off and then comparing the images very closely.

"There you have it, then."

"It's neat!"

Loki takes her magic goggles back.

Thor arrives a little later.  "Is the lady Carol prepared to relight  Nidavellir?"

"What's a Nidavellir?" asks Carol.

"It is the dying star in which the most powerful weapons in history were forged. It is where I forged Stormbreaker. It is where we must forge the gauntlet with which we will lure the stones to our side."

"Oh. Do you... use... really big matches? I'm not juiced up right now..."

"I do not know, ah, how much juice we will need. Does that imply a stop elsewhere...?"

"If you want me to set a star on fire I gotta start with a star."

"Very well!"

"I think I proposed Asgard's disused sun earlier. If this all works out like we're hoping I'll be able to put another one there easy."

"Very suited," Thor agrees, and turns towards Carol. "My lady?"

"That sounds good. I don't have a particular taste for some kinds of stars," agrees Carol, nodding.

Thor takes them to the dying remnant of Asgard, dropping Carol off right by the star.

She is dropped into the border between hard vacuum and stellar corona. She feels the best she has in years.

The sun dies like it's being slurped through a straw.

She follows him the rest of the way to Asgard under her own power, glowing violently and grinning ear to ear.

Thor looks the happiest that she has seen him. "Very well, m'lady. Nidavellir?"

"Okay! Which way is that?"

Thor shakes his head and teleports them again.