Author's Notes: So this is my first Thor/Steve fic. There are simply not enough of these so I shall write more despite my busy schedule. Please review; I accept harsh critiques, but mostly I want to hear what you guys want. Give me ideas, if they are good I'll slip it into a story, if they're great I'll make a completely different fic for it!
After the battle with Loki, Thor had become great friends with his other teammates despite all of their differences. He had made the required arrangements dealing with Loki's punishment and then quite quickly returned to the new Avengers' 'informal' base, which was located in Tony's large home much to his dismay.
Steve Rogers was the most happy for Thor's return. Over the last few days he has felt alone, whether or not he was with the others or not. Steve was still very removed from this new world he had found himself in. It was nice to have Thor there to pipe up about something that didn't translate well. He hated to be made fun of by Tony.
When Thor finally walked into the large expanse of a living room for the first time, Steve had to force himself to stay in his seat silently instead of expressing his joy like a five year old. He felt very embarrassed for feeling so much…he must have been very depressed. Steve waited patiently until the others had finished greeting him.
Thor surprised him from behind with his two large hands clamping down on his shoulders. Steve turned and saw the Norse god's huge gleaming smile and he couldn't help but return that gesture. The smile felt awkward on his face, having not smiled for what felt years, but Thor didn't seem to notice as he gave his friend a good squeeze on the shoulders before removing his hands.
"It is nice to finally see you again, Captain Rogers," Thor boomed.
"Likewise," Steve replied, sounding weak compared to the god's overwhelming voice.
Thor walked around and sat down next to him. It looked as though he was about to speak, but the others, Tony leading the pack, had taken over his attention.
"Let's get down to business, then," Tony announced.
Thor looked at him quizzically, "What do mean, Stark? Have I not come here for informal conversing and frivolity?"
The others chuckled a bit and Natasha spoke up, "We thought that since you're going to be staying around here more often, we should teach you how to get around easier here."
"Wouldn't want you to break anything," Stark barked slightly directing it at Steve, who glared back.
Unaffected by the two men glowering at one another, Thor smiled, "Thank you for taking your time out to make me feel comfortable in such a strange environment. Where shall we begin?"
"Pepper," Tony turned to her as she was doing paperwork across the room, "Have you finished setting up -?"
"Don't I always?" she whipped back.
"Alright, then, Clint, Tasha, you can take it from here. I have some work to do."
As Tony got up, Bruce followed close behind like a lost little puppy.
Natasha headed for the elevator while Clint motioned for Thor to follow them. Thor popped up, excitedly from the couch, knowing that whatever Stark had planned would always be interesting.
Steve sat still as the exuberance he had once been full of faded. He leaned back in his seat and watched as Thor walked away, but before he reached the elevator he turned, "Are you not coming, Rogers?"
Steve perked up at the invitation and hurriedly picked himself up to follow Thor. They all went up in the elevator to the space which had been prepared for Thor. As they exited the elevator, they were met with a spacious loft setup. While the room was still very modern in many aspects, there were many decorative objects that might remind one of Asgard.
Natasha shook her head as she walked into the room, "He always has to outdo things."
"I'm not complaining," Clint said, referring to how comfortable he actually is here despite Stark's grandstanding. He then climbed up the stairs to the right to get a better vantage point.
"He is very generous," Thor added, looking around.
Natasha pulled him into the kitchen area of the loft and began to teach him about how to use certain devices. Thor wished to have his full attention on her, but his mind drifted to Steve, who he had still not gotten a chance to talk to. When he got a moment to glance over, he saw that the hero had planted himself on the couch and was chatting with Clint. He looked slightly disinterested in what Clint was saying and he took a moment to look in Thor's direction. He seemed flustered when caught and returned to his conversation.
As Natasha finished explaining how to use the important and/or dangerous things, she grabbed Clint, said that they would talk to him later and that he should rest up. This left Steve and Thor alone. Steve gave a heavy sigh.
Thor walked over and questioned his friend, "Is there something wrong?"
Steve looked up, innocently, "No, why would you think that?"
Thor's hard stare made the captain stiffen.
"It-it's nothing," he stammered, "It was just about Tony and…"
Steve stopped his ramblings in the hopes that Thor would feel satisfied with the answer. Unfortunately, the god wished to continue the topic as he sat down close to Steve.
"I thought the both of you would have gotten past your previous argument."
Steve snorted, "We did…then, we began a new one."
"I realize he is a bit…arrogant, but he has given us all a place to stay."
"Yes, I know that..."
Thor raised an eyebrow at him, inquiringly.
"Back then, when I became Captain America, everyone had grown to treat me with respect. Now it feels like I have to start all over again."
"Everyone here respects you, Captain. You have no need to think otherwise."
Steve looked him in eye, "Sometimes it feels like they don't," he got up, "I'll see you tomorrow."
