Difficulties
Steve groaned in frustration as he face-palmed. "Having trouble, Captain?" Thor asked while walking into the kitchen. Steve sighed. "It's just that being asleep for seventy years can really get you behind on everything." Thor's eyebrows rose.
"You slumbered for seventy years?" he said in astonished voice. "You don't look seventy..." Steve ignored him and turned back to the microwave.
"Anyways, it's this micro-machine thing. Clint told me I can heat soup in this thing." He pointed to the machine. "He said to put it in the micro-cook or whatever it's called. Problem is, I don't know how to work it." Thor took the small can in his hand. "Hmm…" he muttered. "This is no challenge for the mighty Thor!" he declared. He reached for the handle and pulled. It didn't budge. "What is this sorcery?"
"My thoughts exactly." Steve muttered. "Just don't get your hammer and smash it." Disappointment grew on his face but he remained in place. He tried again. Several times. "You shall feel my wrath petty machine!" he roared.
"Thor, no!" Steve yelled and grabbed Thor's arm and barley held it back. Thor growled. "Here, let me try one more time." Steve cracked his knuckles, rolled up his sleeves and ripped off the door.
"Ha! You have defeated it!" Thor announced. "That's not how Clint did it..." Steve uttered. "Of course not! You did better than Hawk's Eye!" Thor proceeded to put the can in the machine and poorly re-attach the door. "Now we press a button.." Steve turned to the microwave. "But which one?" he asked. Thor glanced to the array of buttons. "Is there a soup button?" he pondered. They looked through the buttons. "No, no soup button." Steve said disappointed. "Well, let's try the one button." He pressed it. Nothing happened. He then pressed the button "start". The microwave lit up. "Victory!" Thor exclaimed. It went out a second later.
After awhile, they finally got the machine to start, set for 5 minutes. They both cheered. "At last!" Steve exclaimed. They began to high-five each other. "What's all this noise down here?" Steve and Thor both turned to see Bruce standing in the doorway, rubbing his eyes.
"We've made soup!" Thor proclaimed.
"Soup? What?" Bruce peered behind them. "Oh, no." he ran to the microwave, which had smoke coming out from its side. "What did you guys do?"
"We made soup." Steve said softly.
"Yeah," Bruce quickly ran to the hall, grabbed the fire extinguisher and sprayed it on the can. "How did you break it?"
"Break it?" Steve asked.
"The door. It's been broken off and then badly re-attached. The waves from the microwave could have made you very, very sick. And who told you to put the can in?"
"Clint." Bruce sighed.
"Of course. Never put metal in the microwave." He turned to it. "It doesn't look too well. May have to get a new one." Thor opened the machine, took out the can, squashed the can open, and took a sip. "Mm, Steve, I believe your soup is done!"