THOR'd
A/N: A shame I had to start with this but..it's really my first story. EVER. In this site that is. So I hope you enjoy it otherwise and by all means, I love criticisms so fire away!
"Happy THORsday Point Break!" Tony greeted cheerily as he clapped a bewildered Thor on his muscled shoulder.
"THORsday? I am afraid that you have mispronounced THURsday, Man of Iron." Said Thor as he drunk the last remnants of his coffee.
Tony raised an eyebrow, "Oh please, I meant it as a pun."
Thor's confused face contorted into somewhat, a grimace. "A pun? You mean that circular object with a handle that you Midgardians use to fry food? That is a pan." Thor explained, disbelief filling his voice. His statement was purely suggesting that Tony was stupid because he doesn't know what a pan is, despite belonging in Midgard.
However, Tony thinks so otherwise. He resisted the urge to just face-palm right then and there and held up the both of his hands in mock surrender as he retreated on the elevator doors.
As he entered the elevator, he muttered something that was out of Thor's earshot, "Damn thinking's slower than Internet Explorer."
At the other side of the room, Thor smirked, "Just because I belong in Asgard doesn't necessarily mean that I am out of wit's reach and your Midgardian customs, puny human."
He took a bite out of his beloved pop-tart and moaned in content as he tasted the strawberry filling.
"Very THORlicious!"
Just then, Natasha and Steve entered and stopped dead on their tracks as they heard what Thor just said. Then Thor pointed to the elevator where Tony had just disappeared from and boomed ; "YOU'VE BEEN THOR'D SUCKER!"
Both sharing a weird look, Natasha and Steve went their separate ways. Each bearing the same thought.
Someone's been spending way too much time on the Internet.
BADUM-TSS...well, it's worth a shot! :D