Thor and Steve at the Safe House

By

Paul Berriman

Chapter One – Thor

Hawkeye had bought them here with confidence. He has told them there was a "safe house" and before they knew it, the Avengers were flying at full speed across the ocean. The trip was peaceful, allowing Thor at least two hours solid slumber at the rear of the craft. He dreamt of Asguard. Of home. During his dream there were a few moments when the reality in his mind became totally real, and he was immersed in the world. Gods were dancing amongst women, Loki was feasting at the large ornate golden table and Thor himself was amongst the festivities, his hammer in one hand, and in the other St-

"Steve!" Shouted Tony at the top of his lungs, alerting the Captain to the rocks that were in their flight path. With skill, unlike that Thor had witnessed before from a mortal, Steve took the ship vertically up into the sky, narrowly avoiding the rocky formation jutting out of the water like dangerous grey and mossy icebergs. Hawkeye had let Steve fly for a while, without telling him the exact location of their destination, in order to take a brief nap himself. It was Tony's shout that awoke him, along with Thor.

"Right, I think that's the end of flying duties for you there, Cap." Said Hawkeye, rising from the seat he had been using for a bed. As Hawkeye walks towards the cockpit, Thor followed him with his eyes, and they landed on Steve who was pushing himself out of the main pilot's seat. Steve turned around, scanning the ship for a new location to get comfortable in and as he did so, he caught Thor's eyes. The instant Thor caught himself looking longing into the Captain's eyes, he looked down and pretended to be preoccupied with his hammer, hoping that Steve wouldn't notice.

Indeed Steve did not think anything of this and walked to the very seat Hawkeye had vacated moments ago and slumped himself down. Thor looked up tentatively from his hammer and looked over Steve's body, lazing on the seat. He felt weird. He shoudn't be looking at the Captain with such lust. These were feeling he knew were wrong. These were the feelings in intended to repress with thoughts of Asguard. Thoughts of the other Avengers and helping them fight evil. Any thoughts other than those of Steve, holding his hand; an image his subconscious was always putting into his mind.

At that point, Hawkeye navigating over the rocky icebergs, Bruce came up beside Thor and tapped him on the shoulder. This startled him a little, but he quickly regained his composure and put on his mighty, godly face.

"How was your sleep?" asked Bruce. A strange, mundane question for Doctor Banner to be asking, Thor thought, but he knew he'd better respond for fear of the Doctor thinking that he may be distracted. Which, truth be told, he was. He was resisting the urge to turn and look at Steve as he emmited a groan of comfort and pleasure. Oh how Thor wished he could have been the reason for that groan.

"I slept very peacefully, thank you." Thor replied, with respect and resonance in his voice. "In fact, I think I might go back there now. If we still have a while left of our journey?" Thor directed this last remark towards Hawkeye, who turned his face to the side slightly in order to direct a response back towards Thor, and the rest of the crew.

"Only another half hour left, but plenty of time for forty winks!" Hawkeye said with a humorous tone in his voice.

"Right. I'll leave you be then." Said Bruce, looking right at Thor. Thor was confused by this look he was receiving from Banner at the moment. It was filled with quizzical nervousness. He ventured a question of his concern for Bruce.

"What is the matter?" asked Thor, shifting slightly in his seat, beginning to feel a tad uncomfortable. Bruce rubbed his tembles with one hand, his thumb and index finger massaging each side of his head. He then removed his glasses.

"How do you tell…" Bruce hesitated for a moment. "When a girl likes you?" He said this last phrase quietly, being sure to turn his head away from prying ears. Though the craft was small enough that Thor didn't see much use in this.

"I am not entirely sure I'm the right person to ask." Thor replied solidly, this thoughts floating back to Steve.

Bruce let out a small, nervous laugh. "Yeah, of course. Sorry big fella!" he said, then moved away, narrowly avoiding bumping into Natasha as he walked up to join Hawkeye at the front of the ship.

How very odd, thought Thor but then moved his head towards the chair occupied by Steve. The Captain was curled up in such a way the let his butt poke out. His suit was particularly tight around his butt and groin, Thor had noticed and this always seemed to draw his eye. Before long, with those thoughts filling his mind, Thor drifted back off to sleep for the last part of the journey.