Hi. Emily here *waves*

Ow. My eyes hurt. I have a headache. I'm sick. Yet I want to write. Go fig.

My friend put this idea in my head, and i just had to write it.

Hope y'all enjoy(;


Thor and Steve:

The Struggling Duo.

Prologue

New York is full of sounds, everywhere you look.

There's the calling of the birds, high in the treetops, perched on the roofs of apartment buildings. There's the honking of taxis, lost in the insane traffic that never seems to cease. There's the music from street performers, from jazzy steps to mournful slumps. There's the playful yelling of children, the calling of neighbors to one another, and the chirping digital alarm clock in Room 507 on the seventh floor of the Golden Suite Hotel.

"What is that insane racket?"

Steve Rodgers groaned, rolling over in his bed towards the dreadful noise. He sat up and stretched, yawning. Steve stood up and grabbed the clock, inspecting it with bleary eyes.

"By the wrath of Odin-" A tall, blonde man with a thick accent lumbered into the doorway. "Turn that blasted thing off, will you?"

"I-I don't know how," Steve admitted, turning the clock over in his hands. The chirping sound intensified.

"Oh, Odin, why do you torture us with this tiny metal bird?" The other man groaned. "It does not breathe, is overly fat, and cannot fly, yet it chirps at the son of Odin like it has not a care in the world!"

"Thor, calm down," Steve chuckled. "I'm sure if we-" He hit a button on the panel. Instantly, music poured out of the speakers.

Tell me what you do with that big fat butt-

"You dare disgrace Thor, son of Odin?" Thor roared. "How dare you taunt us with your ear-bleeding, insanely similar, inappropriate pop music! By the gods Steve, turn it off!"

Steve kept turning the thing over in his hands, trying to ignore the music. "I-I don't-I have no idea how to turn it off, Thor."

Thor took a deep breath, making an attempt to stay calm. "There is another way, Steve."

"Really?"

"Yes," Thor weighed his hammer in his hands. "Look."

"Begone, dreadful metal creature!"

The alarm clock splintered into millions of pieces in Steve's hands. He jumped back, inspecting his hands for glass. "Thor!"

Thor shrugged. "When in doubt, smash it."

"You're beginning to sound like Bruce," Steve commented, turning towards his nightstand.

"Would you prefer I fix the bird?"

"No, no, I'm fine," Steve said quickly.

Thor grinned, and turned to leave. "As you wish. Shame really. It was quite amu-"

A pillow in the face stopped Thor's words and quickened his leaving. Steve closed the door behind the warrior and turned to the window.

Down below. all sorts of noise erupted. Dogs, people, cars, sirens, all clamored for a voice in the world, struggling to stay afloat the waves of sound. As Steve watched, a car squealed around a corner, chased by a squad of police cars.

"By the gods," Steve murmured, already growing to imitate his friend, "this is going to be difficult."

The runaway car turned over, did a barrel roll, and burst into flames.