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“No,” Steve said, crossing his arms.
“I can put a breathalyzer on the suit,” Tony added. Steve closed his eyes and shook his head.
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“That is most impressive, Captain Steve!” Thor said, and Steve turned. The Norseman was now wearing a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt, though he had his hammer with him. He was twirling it, almost like a baton, and Steve couldn’t help but focus on his nimble fingers. “Captain Steve!” he boomed again.
“Oh, ugh, thanks. Thor.” He said. He hadn’t meant to punch the punching bag into the wall, but these things happened. Especially after said punching bag was riddled with arrows in the span of a few seconds.
“And you as well, Tiny Hawk!” Thor called, looking around in the rafters. Steve grinned at the adjective Thor chose to bestow on Clint. “But what of this?”
Steve really should have known what was going to happen, but he was so transfixed by the sight of the demi-god with his hair pulled back and big grin on his face that he was a few seconds behind in reacting to the hammer that came hurtling towards the next punching bag in the line. It nicked him, and he stumbled, but quickly regained his footing.
Thor was on him in an instant. “Captain Steve! I did not mean to injure you!”
Steve waved his hand. The hammer had hit him on his thigh. “No, it’s fine. Really.” Not thinking, he pulled his own shorts up to show where the bruise from the impact was fading.
Thor slapped his shoulder. “Most impressive! Of course, I was aware of your prodigious talents, but that is almost as I heal.” He met Steve’s eyes and then looked him up and down, his smile growing. “Well, this is good news. I shall have someone worthy to spar with.” He slapped Steve again, and Steve realized his should probably pull his short leg down.
He also desperately wanted not to blush at the suggestion, but he couldn’t help it. Before Thor could notice, however, an arrow struck him in the ass.
“Haha, Tiny Hawk!” Thor shouted, pulling the arrow out and waving it in the air. “Most clever!” He waved the arrow at Steve, grinning. “I am glad to see that you are all enjoying one anothers company. I would be sadly disappointed to miss the mirth and merriment of my friends in Asgard.”
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Steve was sketching the skyline from the floor to ceiling window in the living room when the smoke alarm went off, followed by a calm JARVIS. “Thor has set a small kitchen fire with the toaster,” he said.
Figuring that there weren’t fire extinguishers in Asgard, Steve ran for the kitchen. He got there just as Clint and Natasha did. Thor was still in his workout clothes and was dripping wet from the water coming from the ceiling. He brandished a fork in the direction of the toaster. “I have discovered another way to make lightening in this realm!” he said. “I put this pronged implement into this device to retrieve my food and was treated to quite a shock, and then a storm followed!”
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