"I'm sorry, you want us to what?" Bruce asked, quirking a brow, not sure he actually just heard the blond right.

Thor had a sketchy smile plastered across his face that made the air in the room tense. He was not lying. Everyone knew that. Dishonesty was not in Thor's nature but that did not stop the others from feeling nervous about his announcement. "My father has arranged a feast in my honor. I would have you, my friends, accompany me to such an event." The grin on the prince's handsome face looked positively wicked as the Asgardian tried to fool his team.

Natasha's vibrant emerald orbs made contact with Bruce's gaze for a meaningful moment before both turned to see Clint's practically dumbstruck expression. The Russian's visage was a cool mask when her calculating eyes fell back to the alien's face. "We will not be going anywhere until we know exactly what we're facing."

Thor gave the heroes a grounding look. "It is a meal with my family. There is no secret mission involved."

"Your family? The one with your brother, Loki, the god of mischief right? The guy who tried to kill all of us, and take over the world. That's who we're going to go to dinner with. Seriously? Him and Mr. Banishment?" Tony blurted enthusiastically just to make it clear he was appalled by the notion.

Thor nodded with a frown that said they were treading on very thin ice, talking about his family like that. "Loki will be present, yes, but it is my father to whom I will present you."

Clint made a face as if he had just bitten into a lime. "Present us? What the hell does that mean? Is this going to be one of those things where you dress us up in weird court garb and we talk all old Englishy?"

"Let's not make fun of each other's customs." Steve chided in a tight mumble. The super soldier regarded the Asgardian seriously. "But what you're saying is, you want us, all of us, to meet your parents."

Thor nodded jerkily. "Yes, it is as you say. I wish to present my new family to my birth family."

"And Loki," Tony reminded.

Natasha followed it up quickly. "Why?"

Clint shrugged and responded with a hand thrown across his face in an exaggerated motion. "Because it's romantic."

"Because it's the proper thing to do." Steve asserted.

Bruce could not stop the laugh that came bubbling out of him at that. He weighed the options himself as the two more skeptical Avengers put up their objections to the idea. "No Thor, it's too dangerous." "Do you even know that it's safe to bring humans across the border?"

Thor creased his brow at Tony's question. "The bridge has been lowered a fortnight, iron brother."

Clint threw up his arms. "Well that settles it. We have to speak old English. I'm out."

Thor scowled at the archer. "Do not 'get out' Clinton. You have not considered my reasoning."

"What is you reasoning, Thor?" Bruce cut in before the conversation could digress into something headache inducing. Poor Thor had been trying to talk to them into visiting Asgard for the second half of September. The physicist was starting to get a sinking feeling about the situation. Something definitely had Thor worried. Thor was not normally a tense man.

Bruce gaped. He didn't feel self conscious about the gesture. He wasn't the only one gaping.

A month. That was all that had elapsed since the Avengers had been enlisted by the Asgardian prince to pick up the Evresyen stone. One month was all it took for the king of Asgard to want to meet his son's formidable alien friends. It had only been a month since the mostly human Avengers had laid eyes on Asgard. But that wasn't Asgard.

This was Asgard. What was represented by pale golden towers in a miniature hologram, gleamed now in their monstrous spiraling splendor. The physicist could get a nose bleed just thinking of climbing the spectacular towers. The color of the alien dimension was what television producers wished high definition would be. They were literally out of this world. The rainbow bridge the team had walked in on was a pale sparkling thing, about as opaque and substantial in appearance as an Earthen rainbow might be too. That seemed to be the end of pale on Asgard. Everything was eye jarringly vibrant. People and objects alike seemed to have that sun kissed glow that made Thor always stick out in a crowd.

"How can you stand this place?" Natasha asked, looking bewildered by her standard.

Clint scanned the barely crowded bazaar in his methodical way. He sounded just as overwhelmed as Bruce felt. "How can you stand Earth?"

Thor gave the pair of agents a puzzled brow quirk, ushering the slack jawed team around a corner to a grand stair case leading... Well, up was all Bruce could discern.

There were many muted golden stairs mixed in with whimsical, lace like archways and frighteningly thin bridges miles above the ground. The ground and whatever platform they were all on because that rainbow road was not even remotely close to sea level.

As it turned out, that first wide staircase was just the entrance to one of the gigantic towers that stood proudly above the city. Inside the broad gleaming base was just a dull brown round room. Bruce turned around several times as Thor shut the enormous double doors and sealed the six of them within a seamless appearing chamber.

"Okay Thor. Question time. Why are we in prison when we could be out mingling with that Asgardian fabric babe?" Tony quickly complained while Bruce marveled at the lighting without discernible source.

Thor frowned at his bearded lover. "I did not transport you here to converse with commoners, Man of Iron."

Tony lowered his face plate with a frown at his suddenly dispassionate looking Asgardian host. "Commoners?"

Clint groaned and fingered his gear like he did when nervous. "Are you saying that everyone here looks like super models?"

Thor nodded with a resolute expression. "Aye, the people of Asgard are endowed by many qualities heroes of Midgard covet. Few can hold their might against that of the wielder of M'jlnir, in any world." The thunderous man boasted.

Steve put his palm to his face. "I think we might need to revisit models on your vocabulary flash cards, Thor."

The billionaire grinned. "Capital idea Miss-ter America. I still think the best way to learn the concept would be with pictures. Just a few pics. Tasteful, I swear. I'm thinking, G strings for you and the lady."

"No, Tony." Bruce heard his own voice saying before the image ever made its raunchy way into his mind. "Thor, where are we?"

The prince nodded to the more serious members of the team. "You may wish to distance yourself from the wall Little Hawk." He beckoned the archer who forced a nonchalant shrug before joining the group in the middle of the room. Clint had been examining the seamless walls more closely, probably searching for an exit. "This is an entrance to the Asgardian Palace proper. I fear its effects on Midgardians is thus far unknown. I shall now command our place onto my chambers."

"Excuse me?"

"What?"

"I don't understand."

In a moment, Bruce did understand, sort of. An alien type transporting technology made every nerve in the scientist's body tingle and his curly hair stand on end. He abruptly stood on a balcony, looking through gossamer curtains into a bedroom grander than even Tony's.

"Are you well, my friends?" Thor asked earnestly. Behind him were more inhumanly rich colors, fine fabrics, and rare stone embellishments. Foreign books sat on a granite stand next to the enormous red sheeted bed along with a few titles Bruce remembered suggesting the god read. Thor's bedroom had no electronics but dripped regality. It reminded Bruce of an old palace from history books.

"Yeah-uh." Ironman answered meekly before his voice broke off. Bruce gently shook his lab partner's shoulder. "Wha- oh. Yeah, I don't like it here. This is like some messed up drug trip. Can't we just pop in, say hi to the folks, then jet?"

Thor frowned, looking his own version of regal nervous. "Pop in? Jet?" The god repeated curiously.

Bruce shook his head, blinking and trying to acclimate to the rich color and atmosphere of the Asgardian room. "I'm inclined to agree, but I think we should give the place a chance. We've already made the trip and an opportunity like this doesn't come by everyday." The decisive statement was coupled with unspoken desires when the quiet scientist was distracted by ideas of what Thor's bed sheets might feel like. The god liked to be naked but some of his clothes from this world were very soft.

Clint interrupted the physicist's fantasies abruptly. "Doc's right. We're Avengers, not kittens. We are the improvision experts of Earth. Let's take the weird and roll with it. When do we meet Papa Thunder, Thor?"

The Asgardian grinned, relaxing for the first time since returning to his home world. "I thank thee, Little Hawk, Good Doctor. I shall like to present you at the arrivals. For the time, I thought to show you my works as I've not been able to describe them when in Midgard."

Steve perked up at 'works'. "You do art too, Thor?" It was difficult to imagine the boisterous man quietly nestled somewhere with a sketch book like the super soldier.

The thunder god made a noncommittal gesture and motioned his Earthen lovers across the threshold after him. Thor proudly strutted to a tapestry off of the massive chamber and tossed the intricate fabric aside to expose a side room brimming with wooden chests trimmed with metal. The large blond moved to crouch before one of the larger containers and lifted the steel plated top to arrange the contents carefully, explaining, "As prince of Asgard, there were certain expectations I was to uphold. Many were completed entirely of obligation but a few held my interest. Smithing was one of my favored lessons. Please, I've wanted to share my creations with you some time. Anthony, you may learn some new techniques of Asgard. Your 'spot welding' left me speechless at first glance."

Tony pushed ahead of the others to shift a proffered simple machine in his hands. The bearded genius was intense, his coffee eyes scanning every smoothly wrought hinge of the device. His dark brows drew down in a contemplative V. "It pulls something... from... a softer material."

Thor smiled and Bruce was shocked to realize his princely lover was actually seeking the engineer's approval. It never occurred to him that the demigod ever needed encouragement or reinforcement. Thor was always so self assured on his own.

"Aye, I had need of such a device for collecting trophies. Serpent's fangs, great claws, and the horns of beasts. They are all displayed to my father's liking. Those I have kept are mere keepsakes, nothing noteworthy." Bruce gaped as the Asgardian blushed at the admission.

Thor- THOR! Invented a machine to collect apparently rather sizable trophies off of who knows what sorts of monsters but did not want to bore them with the actual pieces of the beasts. "I have to see them. All of them. For uh- science." The bespectacled man managed to blurt out.

Thor blinked and his face darkened further. "This is not my only work of this kind Bruce Banner. I have other very interesting-"

"I NEED to see the trophies you have Thor." Bruce insisted.

"My father-"

"I would like to see what you've collected too." Natasha added smoothly. Bruce grinned at the woman conspiratorially. She must have read the insecurity in Thor as well. Bruce understood. He would loathe to have the Avengers tread in his childhood home.

Thor let out a heavy breath. "Very well. These are all from my very first extraction device." The demigod mumbled while digging through a leather bound chest. He pulled out a pale tooth, just short of the length of Bruce's hand with a reminiscent smile. "This is the fang of Bhorg's monster." Thor huffed a laugh. "Ole Bhorg knew something was eating his crops. It turned out, the turricks were eating the plants and Bhorg's monster was actually hunting the pests. I believe Ole Bhorg still has the thing on his property. We merely beat the sense from its skull to retrieve this. Not more than babes." He turned old fragile grey eyes up at the physicist as he handed off the time polished tooth.

Bruce smiled at the artifact in his hand, proudly trying to imagine a younger version of his friend knocking the snot out of some giant mammal. He bit his tongue when Clint spoke. "I thought the animals would be bigger from all the stories you told."

Natasha physically hurt the archer with just a tiny twist of the wrist earning her and 'ow'. "You did not start your career in archery by taking down Hydra bots. Every story must have a beginning."

Sharp icy eyes grimaced before turning thoughtful. "I guess you're right. The first thing I hit was- oh God!"

Tony chuckled at the horrified look on Clint's face. "What?"

The archer obstinately shook his head until Thor touched his shoulder gently. "What troubles you?"

Clint frowned childishly up at the long haired blond. "The first animal I ever hit was a hawk. I couldn't even kill it. My brother had to."

Bruce bit his lip, torn between wanting to laugh and cry at his lover's distraught face. "Oh Clint, it's alright. I'm sure it was just its time."

"Getting hit by an arrow is not exactly passing of old age, Bruce." The redheaded assassin pointed out.

The doctor floundered unhelpfully adding, "fate?"

Tony hid a small smile behind his hand. "It probably wanted to die Clint. If it was the first thing you shot, it had to have flown into your arrow's path. I'm sorry, you were a terrible shot."

Clint scowled at the engineer. "You weren't even there."

A chuckle escaped from behind Tony's hand then he dropped the act all together. "Hey, my first robot wasn't anything to write home about either. I was a lonely kid so my first AI was a friend for me to play puzzles with. My first robot-" coffee brown eyes winced and averted their gaze down into the open box full of simple machines. "My first robot was going to be my girlfriend. Thank Thor, she never panned out." He admitted with a blush of his own.

Bruce, Natasha, and Steve all exchanged glances while their embarrassed lovers fiddled anxiously. "Who cares?" The woman finally asked. "I love this stuff Thor. I'm glad Clint shot the bird. And you all know how much pleasure it gives me knowing that Tony was a horny little teenager at some time just like the rest of you. I don't get this Thor. I don't have some embarrassing childhood stories to tell so thanks for at least sharing your first mark with me."

Thor grinned warmly at the heartfelt spiel. "Oh, Bhorg's monster was not an embarrassing endeavor. Allow me to regale you with the tale of the Seaside Witch..."

For hours the six of them talked about anything and everything they remembered from the past. They gabbed about past crushes. They spoke epic tales about childhood missions gone horribly wrong. They told each other what made them who they were. Bruce had never felt better than when he left Thor's chambers, knowing so much more about his unbelievably human superhuman lovers. He even had this wonderful ache in his cheeks from smiling too much when they finally made it down to the hall the party was in.

Bruce lazily drifted from group to group of slightly oversized people, barely buzzing around the Asgardian conversations until a couple of women stopped him in his tracks, literally barring his way with their bodies. "You there- commoner. You are neither of this world or this court. What gall have you to corrupt this gathering with your presence." One beautiful pouty mouth said in a voice as smooth as her polished golden dress.

Bruce craned his head around, searching for Thor but spotting Clint in a suit and Ironman nursing drinks off to the side. "I'm with them actually." He pointed, hoping that was the end of the altercation.

The other woman with high cheekbones and a voice deep as the night thrust her arm in his way carefully not touching him. "You should leave this place Midgardian, before the worthy take back what is theirs."

Bruce frowned at the heavy clothes Thor had given him and the elaborate chalice he was drinking some sort of terribly sweet juice from. "Excuse me?"

The first, obviously worse tempered of the pair's mouth twisted as though she wanted to spit. "The son of Odin cannot have interest in you, you vermin. The crowned prince is merely exploring other worlds thoroughly. You are but a creature one takes as a pet."

Bruce's hand tightened dangerously hard on his thankfully very solid cup. "Okay." He affirmed to just escape the steadily increasingly dangerous situation.

No such luck. Bruce had only caught Clint's eye before the angry woman swatted him with what appeared to be a miniature switch. "The exit is there, knave!" She shouted, bringing undue attention to the scene.

The chalice cracked and Clint and Tony were moving his way looking alarmed. That was the last thing Bruce remembered.

Bruce groaned, feeling the last of his organs slot into place. He swore that his rib cage was pinching his spleen. A shift. Ah, that was better. He was acutely aware of voices outside of the realm of his sore muscles and dully aching bones.

"Haven't seen him for like an hour."

"He just walked out after I talked to his mom and dad."

"Loki was grinning like the devil when he left."

Bruce's brow furrowed. "It wasn't Loki, guys. Those girls were just being bitches."

Natasha's soft hands were on Bruce's sides, pulling him up into a seated position in an instant. "Good, you're up. We weren't sure how much Hulk did during the brawl. There was a lot of hitting and smashing and-"

"Penis." Clint finished, grinning when the naked scientist glared up at him.

"You okay Luigi?" Tony asked, actually sounding worried for once.

"We might need to make a tactical retreat soon." Steve pointed out with his shield brandished before him.

Bruce rubbed his eyes groggily. "I attacked Asgard?"

"Only their royalty." Tony enlightened him.

"Thor pissed?"

"He might be. We haven't seen him since before the fight so..." Clint drifted off with his bow still out, looking ready for a fight any moment.

"The servants never got involved though. If we could just get a hold of one, they might be able to tell us where Thor is." Natasha surmised.

"We are not setting traps to catch people Natasha." Steve stated firmly crossing his arms over his uniform at the woman in the dark green dress.

"I didn't say that."

Clint gave his partner a skeptic look. "We all know where that was going."

Bruce glanced down the hall and waved tiredly at a woman carrying laundry. "I need some pants." He called out hoarsely. Hulk must have done a lot of roaring.

The woman looked puzzled before blinking down at the naked man's exposed pubic region. She smiled and approached, picking a pair of dark grey slacks from her bundle and handing it over with a wink. She turned away acting coy and giggled as she made off with the rest of the clothes, heedless of the Avengers calls asking where Thor was.

Bruce shook his head as he pulled on the tight fitting pants. That woman probably chose them on purpose. "I should think it's pretty obvious how we find Thor." Tony finally grumbled.

"How's that?" Steve asked, puzzled.

"A laundry lady with a poor grip on her pack load and a wandering eye. She definitely wants to see Bruce and Thor together. We turn left up there. Then, we just follow the breadcrumbs." The wealthy genius explained.

The ornate walls they passed were simply decorated but corridor after corridor, the intricacy grew. A sock here and a shirt there were their only clues but it was clear the servant was leading the Earthlings further into the palace proper. Bruce clung to the strong arm Clint had loaned him for support since the Hulk had left his knees wobbly. Then, they came up on a golden door left ajar with Odin's voice clearly amplified in the hall.

"The joke has ended my son. The humor is passed. I shall no longer sit idly by as you prattle about with those mortals. Such childish behavior is not befitting a future king of Asgard. You will concede and cease this farce before Midgard relies too heavily upon you. Your sense of duty to them is strong, but for your home, it must be stronger."

Thor sounded frustrated and for once, very much like the child Odin apparently saw him as. "Those mortals are my home. As you are concerned, they are very fitting of my princely behavior as they are the very beginning of my harem. And as such, I shall fight even my father for dominance over them."

The Avengers gaped at the wall with varying degrees of disbelief. A harem? Bruce felt his blood begin to boil once more for such a disturbing simplification of their relationship. Bruce would be damned before he was merely a meager part of someone's harem. The Avengers deserved better than that. It was basic human rights to be equal to one another. The angry scientist grit his teeth and controlled his breathing. Bruce would fucking smash Thor when he got his hands on him.

"They are no more fit as your harem as you are to take the throne. You have disappointed me. I'd sooner have your mother bear another son and put a babe on the throne than either you or your brother. You both show too much interest in insects when you should crane your neck to the sky and look to the kings."

"I see the king. I see a king who has lost touch with the people. Asgard is The Lord of the realms. Asgard is the power over all realms. All realms are your domain and they can only remain so as long as they remain connected. Those Midgardians may be mortals but they are my harem, father. They are to who I would weep. They are who I choose to keep. I do not desire Amphara, Amora, the enchantress, or any others among those you have chosen for me. As is my right, I shall keep my own harem."

Clint shivered a bit at the Asgardian's words. Bruce could feel the archer's skin crawl each time the word harem was spoken. By the twist of Steve's mouth and the fire in Natasha's eyes, they weren't thrilled at the notion either. Tony had the helmet of his suit down again and the hitch of his shoulder said their was an itch to fight running down his back. Bruce heard the other guy growl in the back of his throat.

"You shall remain on Asgard until you are dissuaded of such idle notions. What I do is for the good of our people." Odin asserted with a tone of finality.

Too bad Thor was not much for tones. "Do not forget who it was that first banished me to Midgard. It was not Loki who sent me to meet my destiny as a god among man. I shall return to Midgard with my harem and you should take it as a consequence of your hasty decisions." Thor said, sounding almost petulant.

In a moment, Thor was bounding through the door, looking surprised to see the other Avengers. "Come away friends, it seems our welcome here has grown thin." He commanded and the speechless Avengers obeyed with tight jaws and the deep desire to hurt the god.

"You will not be welcomed here so easily again, Thor!" Odin called behind them, echoed by Loki's disturbing laughter.

The ominous tones to their departure made the awkward silence easy on the way back the Earth. It made leaving the team simple for Bruce, who just wanted to organize his thoughts. But it made sleep impossible.

It only took less than a half an hour to a knock to come on his door. His usual welcome was replaced with his question of, "Who is it?"

"It's Steve-"

"-And Clint!"

The two blond's Bruce adored at the moment called out immediately. The curly haired man unlocked the door quickly and they bustled into the room. "Make me forget." Steve begged immediately.

Clint shrugged at the out of character request from his captain. "Let's get naked and rub up against each other." He suggested, closing the door behind him.

"What about the others?" Bruce asked, licking his lips nervously.

Clint cocked a smirk. "We were watching Nat and Tony having some weird sort of hate sex but I just can't deal with this shit yet. We need an intermediate. We need you Doc."

Bruce gave the young man a tight lipped stare. "Still not that kind of doctor."

Clint leaned in to tower over the doctor in a way that made his skin heat with a pleasured chill. "We don't need a doctor, Bruce. We need you and I know you want someone with you just as much as the rest of us. Please Bruce." All it really took to convince the scientist was the kiss that punctuated the little speech. Clint had a calculated passionate dominance about him that did it for the physicist.

"Steve needs something different than you or I." He pointed out breathlessly.

"Anything. I'm here for everything you've got, Doc." Clint stated resolutely.

The pair turned to the super soldier who was staring them down with parted lips. Steve had a tight T shirt on over his low slung grey sweat pants which had a slight bulge of interest in the front. Steve turned unsure eyes on the scientist and Bruce gave the man a caring smile. "What do you want Steve? Tell me what you need."

Steve licked his lips and his brilliant blue eyes flicked towards Clint nervously. "You know what I want. I just- Clint."

"What? You want me to leave?" Clint asked sounding positively heartbroken.

Steve grabbed the archer hard and wrapped his arms around him, securing the spy into place to plant the most incredibly lewd kiss onto his lips. "Stay." The soldier commanded giving the other blond another kiss. "I want you to- I want you inside of me. Both of you."

Clint blinked with a concerned expression. "At the same time?"

Bruce rubbed his eyes tiredly. "No."

"I don't think I can handle that. I'm pretty sure only Hulk can-" Steve blushed to his ears.

"Okay! Enough of that." Bruce cut in quickly. He loathed thinking that Hulk had any sort of relationship with his lovers. It was bizarre, worrisome, and just disgusting for him to imagine. He could barely imagine him with the superheroes. "Steve, get on your back on my bed. We'll take care of you."

Steve nodded obediently and climbed onto the bed looking like an anxious young man. Bruce smiled at him, catching Clint by the arm before the assassin could follow the other blond. "Should I get undressed or something?" Steve asked.

"No. Just wait a sec." Bruce replied, turning to Clint and lowering his voice. He spoke close to the man's ear to try to keep serum enhanced ears from hearing him while ensuring the hearing impaired man could still make out the words. "Steve likes a gentle touch and lots of attention. He needs positive reinforcement now after what happened. Just follow my lead and don't get aggressive. He wants this from you, from both of us. He needs it." His dark eyes turned to see the sprawled out man watching the pair with a face like a ripe tomato.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to." Steve said, fiddling with the pillow in his lap.

Bruce saw the smile on the agent's face and recognized the understanding. Clint didn't need to be told why Steve wanted to see Bruce so badly after that. He was too smart for that, too observant. Clint could fit the facts together on his own. He knew Thor was one of the people Steve went to for care. He understood the betrayal the super soldier was feeling at being subjugated by the Asgardian. Bruce felt played himself. Icy blue eyes scanned the soldier with that sharp gaze. "You're so precious Steve. I'm here for you in any way you'll have me. I want to be here more than anywhere in the world."

Bruce smiled and moved along with the archer to climb onto the bed at Steve's left side. He ran thin fingers along the soldier's wrist and gently took the pillow away from the man, taking the blond's hand in his own. "Just relax Steve. We're here. We'll take care of everything."

He took the liberty of running his hand up the soldier's flawless abs under the tight snowy shirt and noted the SHEILD agent mirroring the action on the other side. Clint sure took following seriously, Bruce thought with a grin. It would be different with Clint here. He and Thor had never been alone with Steve together before.

Steve made a soft keening noise when Clint pulled off the other blond's shirt and the archer responded by running his strong fingers through Steve's combed back hair, murmuring. "It's okay. I'm here. I've got you Stevie."

Deep ocean blue eyes gazed adoringly up at the other blond even as the gap between the two closed and they sealed their lips together. Dark eyes watched the pair move against each other. Bruce let his hands run up the smooth taut skin of his prone lover's chest to circle his nipples with gentle thumbs. Steve's back arched slightly making Clint moan lowly into the lip lock. Nice and slow.

The scientist ran his fingers down perfect abs lightly, smartly shimmying each of the blonds' pants down to get at their erections. The archer pressed his body against their leader's and Bruce grinned as their cocks lined up together perfectly. He made a loose fist around the two shafts and pumped them together nice and slow.

The two blonds broke their lip lock letting out pleased noises. Clint shifted to move along with the easy pace visibly straining from the exertion not to go buck wild. Bruce licked his lips at the gorgeous sight of the two taut perfect bodies moving against each other so smoothly, showing off each twitching muscle. "Beautiful. You fit together so well. Just like it was meant to be."

Steve smiled at the physicist with eyes blown with lust. The SHEILD agent just snorted. "Would be prettier with you in the dirty mix."

Bruce let go of the pair to help them pull off their bottoms. After, he bent down to press a kiss to Steve's lips. The brunet cupped his lover's jaw in his hand as he thoroughly ravished the blond's mouth. Steve responded by following Bruce's lead and surrendering to the man's passionate whims.

A quiet snap jerked the couple out of their reverie when Clint popped open the lid of the lube. They turned to the archer who grinned sheepishly. "Didn't mean to interrupt. Don't mind me. I'll just be doing unspeakable things to Stevie's most personal places."

Bruce chuckled at that and then laughed a bit more at the adorable bashful expression the super soldier adopted. The scientist bent down again to box the man beneath him in and lavish more attention on his kiss plumped lips. The curly haired man broke off the kiss and feathered light brushes of his lips against the hard line of the jaw beneath him before sucking gently at the distal carotid hearing a choked groan from Steve.

"You're doing great babe. " Clint encouraged the bottom man. We're going to take such good care of you, make you feel real good. How's that?"

"M-more." Steve rasped making the throat beneath Bruce's lips tremble. The doctor smiled before sinking his teeth gently into the bruising area hearing the soldier's breath catch.

Bruce ran a calming hand over Steve's propped up thigh. He kissed his way further down to randomly mouth and suck the smooth skin stretched over hard muscle. The scientist's fingers were just creeping towards Steve's erection when Clint spoke excitedly. "You ready Cap?"

Brown eyes looked up at the sweaty face of the Avengers' leader to see the man nod vehemently with reddened cheeks. "Yes. Please Clint. I need this."

Clint nodded back, his icy eyes a million miles away. Bruce retreated to give the archer room to mount the soldier. Dark eyes were mesmerized by the view of two powerful bodies melding together perfectly, both finding bliss in the undulating union of their groins.

Bruce wasted no time unzipping his pants and fisting his own erection as he watched the archer slowly rock into Steve. He was trying to keep pace with the couple before him but quickly ditched the idea in favor of getting off before the pair.

Clint had Steve's legs propped up on his shoulders and his erect penis in hand. The soldier moaned with a shuddering breath, arching his head back with his jaw agape. Every grunt from the SHEILD agent and moan from the super soldier went straight to the scientist's loins. Bruce moaned when Clint bit Steve's calf and two sets of dilated blue eyes shot towards him.

The physicist blushed but pressed on and Clint groaned before picking up his thrusts. "Sorry Cap. I can't keep this up."

Steve ground his hips harder against the thrusting man's, keeping his gorgeous eyes pinned on Bruce. "Me either. Getting a little distracted."

"No fucking shit." Clint grunted.

Bruce gaped dumbly at the lurching muscular body of the archer as he pounded into his lover making Steve squirm with a wanton keen. Bruce's flesh heated when those patriotic blue eyes caught his own. He jerked himself faster, wishing he would have grabbed more lube and smearing his precum as far as it would go as his body lurched forward involuntarily. He and Steve both moaned loudly, Steve's back arching as he came, leaving ropes of cum on his powerful abs.

Clint picked up the pace as did the voyeur. Bruce watched as Clint grunted, burying himself deep inside the soldier to convulse. In response his own balls tightened and the pleasure mounted into glorious release. All three panted in the suddenly quiet room. Bruce grabbed Steve's hand and placed a kiss to his knuckles in a poor imitation of their prince. "Thanks." He muttered, hoping both realized he meant for coming to help him through the hurt.

Steve smiled and Clint pulled out looking tired. "And I thought you didn't like being watched." The archer smirked.

"It's not so bad when I'm the one being the creep." Bruce snarked back halfheartedly.

Clint looked past Bruce and the physicist froze before calmly righting himself and re fastening his pants. "At least you let us finish." Clint muttered somewhat gratefully as Bruce felt the eyes wandering along his body.

Steve groaned. "Don't you know it's polite to knock?"

Natasha was the one to answer and Bruce felt himself relax minutely. Nat and Tony, no Thor hopefully. "We did not know Bruce wasn't alone. When we asked, you two were together and Bruce was here. We thought we should include everyone since this is a team issue."

Bruce winced. "Then why bother coming to my room? Need the other guy?"

"Bruce-" Thor stopped when Bruce's breath caught nervously.

"I'm not here for your entertainment." He growled bitterly.

"Bruce- Steven- Clinton. Please, you must understand. I have so many obligations. There is much expected of me." Thor beseeched his lovers.

"Oh, go fuck yourself." Tony cursed while climbing onto the bed to huddle up next to his lab partner. Bruce instinctively returned the gesture for comfort as he turned to look back at the others.

Natasha was in full sweats, baggy, with damp stringy hair. She was intentionally trying not to attract attention. Tony was in a t and jeans, usual garb for him and Thor was still in his court garb. What had the god done while the others were together?

"Friends, please. You do not understand."

"We know the word 'harem' Thor." Clint groused.

"I merely meant, those I have chosen." Thor corrected, with his hands outstretched placatingly.

"And what about us. We chose you too. I can't believe this." Steve shook his head, looking disturbed.

"Aye. Allow me to prove to you- Allow me to be a part of your harem." The prince begged.

Bruce's brows rose as dark grins spread around the room. "I don't know about this." The doctor said weakly.

It had been two weeks and Bruce was still surprised to see a steaming mug next to him when he looked up from the compounds in his hand. The scientist smiled softly. It was unexpected to him, the order in which they forgave the Asgardian's misspoken words. Bruce was the first to forgive the prince of course. Tony was next, oddly. Who would have thought the billionaire would feel awkward having Thor wait on him hand and foot. The next to cave was Natasha. Bruce still couldn't believe Steve and Clint were still holding out.

Bruce blew on the hot liquid before taking a sip, appreciating how Thor now knew exactly how he took all of his drinks. "Thanks Thor. It's perfect." He craned his head back and to the side to shoot a smile at the suddenly subservient god.

Thor smiled back and Bruce noticed they were alone, it felt like it had been forever since they were last alone. "Clinton apologized." Thor filled him in.

Bruce smiled softly into his drink. "I'm surprised he said he was sorry. I thought we agreed it was a cultural misunderstanding."

"Is that the reason for your aloof attitude to my repentance?"

Bruce pursed his lips. "I haven't been aloof."

"I have not been granted your forgiveness." Thor rumbled and Bruce blinked at him in surprise.

"I forgave you as soon as you explained your problems with Odin. If that's why you are still acting this way then, I forgive you." Bruce said slowly.

Thor shook his head with a sad smile. "I thought myself, your better. I have held servants. I have insulted your honor and for that, I have yet to earn your forgiveness."

Bruce shook his head with a huff. "I forgive you."

"Allow me to serve you. If you have forgiven me, allow me to forgive myself." Thor requested.

Bruce felt his stomach turn uncomfortably at the memories from the last couple of weeks. Thor blowing Tony in the labs while the engineer worked. Thor doing Natasha's nails. Thor literally bowing to Clint and Steve. None of it was anything Bruce wanted. Thor just made him tea or coffee sometimes. Thor assisted him without being asked. Thor just did things for him. Steve was the only one left to accept Thor back into the clan, not Bruce.

Bruce took a sip of the peace offering. "What did you have in mind?"

"Allow me to serve you for the day to prove my belief in our equality."

Bruce frowned minutely. Thor wanted to prove himself. Bruce shrugged and wondered how long the guilt would last. He spread his legs invitingly. "I could go for a BJ." He said offhandedly.

Thor grinned and Bruce relaxed. Maybe some makeup sex was in order.