Give Caution to the Wind
Pairing: Thor/Clint
Warning: This is my first attempt at a fanfic in a while, so be warned! Also in later chapters M/M and general fighting and awkwardness!
"I'm telling you, that microwave is busted." Clint said lazily, leaning up against the refrigerator. He was inspecting his nails as he watched the infamous Tony Stark fiddle with a microwave out of his peripheral vision. Clint didn't understand why Tony hadn't just told Jarvis to order a new one. Maybe he was trying to prove a point, that he could fix ANYTHING. Clint wasn't buying it. It wasn't that he doubted Tony's intelligence; he just found it hard to believe that constructing a rocket launcher was anywhere near fixing a microwave.
"Well gee Barton, thanks for your thoughts on the matter. Since you are obviously the one in this room who runs a successful company based primarily on the construction of hi-tech electronics." Tony said in his usual sarcastic tone as he hunched over the microwave, screwdriver in one hand and electrical tape in the other. Tony just about had the microwave functioning again when Thors voice startled him.
"I do not understand, does Sir Barton also have a tower? I believed it was you, Tony Stark, that possessed the company? Yet you say that Clint also makes these highly technical electronics?" Thor questioned Tony from his position at the bar opposite the Clint and Tony. Thor had been sitting quietly at the bar eating a small mountain of poptarts during the time it had taken Clint to break the microwave, and Tony to come try and fix it. Thor had been slowly picking up on many of the more common behaviors that he had encountered on earth, however, sarcasm was proving difficult. It was not to say he had never heard such a thing before, for Loki had often spoken in such a tone, it was simply that he had never before been exposed to such quantities of sarcasm. Tony sighed and stood up, stretching his back and wincing as it cracked.
"No, our little friend over here is not that bright, Thor. I was being sarcastic." Tony said and slid past Clint.
"Jarvis, order us a new microwave. I never liked this one anyways. It always burnt my popcorn." Tony said to the AI as he exited the kitchen to return to his lab.
"As you wish sir." The AI responded immediately.
Clint scoffed at Tony. He talked pretty big for someone who couldn't even fix a microwave. Sure Clint had been the one who had decided to put an egg in there, mainly just to see if it really would blow up. It did, it also managed to fry the motherboard of the microwave somehow. Clint wasn't sure of the specifics. Clint shrugged and moved over to the barstool beside Thor, taking a seat next to the God. Thor still looked puzzled about Tony's use of sarcasm. It wasn't like the big guy was dull or anything, he just sometimes didn't catch on as quickly as everyone else.
"You okay buddy?" Clint said as he snagged a poptart from Thor's plate. Thor hardly noticed the thievery of his breakfast. Clint figured it was kind of early in the morning for the Asgardian to be up. After all, just because he and Natasha got up every morning at five to run didn't mean anyone else did. After their morning run, Natasha had snuck away to her floor in the Stark Tower. Tony had been kind enough to let all of the Avengers board at his house. They came and went as they pleased, but they always had their rooms waiting for them at the tower should they ever choose to return. Due to the fact that their rooms were in fact entire floors, they spent a fair amount of time embracing Tony's hospitality. Clint just thought the guy got lonely and wanted some company, though he would never say that aloud for fear of loosing access to the archery range Tony had installed on one of the lower levels.
"Yes dear friend, I am fine. Merely puzzled at the nature of the jests our friend Stark makes. I do not understand many of your Midgardian customs, however I believe that in time I will begin to make sense of them." Thor said and began eating his poptarts again, confusion forgotten. Clint liked Thor because he never seemed to let the little things bug him, even though the whole way earth worked must have been confusing for him.
"Well don't let us mortals confuse you, we are a peculiar bunch." Clint said to Thor lightheartedly as he saw Bruce enter the room, wearing sleep pants and a blanket slung around his shoulders. His hair was a mess and Clint wondered to himself if he had been working all night again. Bruce poured himself a coffee and grumbled something that sounded like some alien form of good morning and then returned the way he came, eyes glassy. Clint's eyes followed him out of the kitchen, and then he returned his focus back to Thor who seemed unfazed by the sudden appearance of their fellow Avenger. Clint had to admit, he admired the guys obliviousness sometimes. Being a trained super spy meant you didn't miss a lot, even when it was really something you would rather have missed. For example, the loving looks he saw Pepper occasionally shoot Natasha when she thought the spy was not looking. Of course, if Clint had noticed them, chances are Natasha had as well. She never mentioned them though. Clint had been around the block enough times to know that Natasha was a phenomenally beautiful woman, so beautiful that often times even women had a hard time keeping away from her. Not to say he thought there was anything going on there, he just felt like by noticing these little things he was invading his friends privacy. Normally he wouldn't care about who had the hots for who, but these were his friends…at least he supposed that is what he would call them.
"Well friend," boomed Thor suddenly "shall we practice our fighting on one and other? Now that my need for sustenance has been satisfied I feel quite energized. I shall not use my full force on your week mortal body." Thor said with a grin, mildly pleased with the fact that he was stronger than the smaller man. He did have the advantage of being a god and all, but that was beside the point. Clint scoffed and hopped quickly out of his seat.
"Bring it on old man, as if you could even catch me!" Clint said and meandered towards the elevator, hearing Thor following close behind.