Steve groaned as a loud whirring sound from the kitchen woke him abruptly. His clock's screen glowed with the time 9:45, which was an unusually late start for Thor. This was the third morning in a row that he had scared Steve from his slumber because he'd found some new kitchen appliance to marvel at and play with. For a god, he was way too easily amused.

"CAPTAIN , COME QUICKLY. THERE IS A GLORIOUS BLADED INSTRUMENT IN THE ROOM OF COOKING. IT SLICES THE FRUITS TO THEIR FATEFUL DEATH." Thor's booming voice echoed off the walls and reverberated into Steve's room. He threw the covers off himself and slowly made his way to the kitchen, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He had hardly gotten any sleep in the past week, since he'd moved in with Thor.

In the scene of the Avengers' comeback, Steve's apartment had been destroyed. Tony had promised him a place at Stark tower, but it would be a while until the room was finished. Tony was nice enough to rent him a new apartment while he waited, but under one condition-Thor had to live with him. The team had decided that Thor needed to stay closer to S.H.I.E.L.D. and the rest of them, at least until they had better connection with Asgard, and they knew Steve wouldn't have the heart to turn him down. That's how he ended up awake at 5:30 in the morning trying to teach Thor how to properly work a microwave or how not to destroy things with the electric mixer. Or, in this case, how to dislodge a whole banana that got stuck in the blender.

"You have to peel and cut it first, or else it's too strong for the blades to chop," Steve explained, cutting the banana into thin slices. At least he knew what he'd be having for breakfast. Thor stood next to him, looking like a puppy who knows it just did something wrong, but because it's a puppy, you can't scold it, so you just kind of clean up it's mess and tell it what the right thing is to do even though you know it'll probably happen again.

"You have my deepest apologies, Captain," Thor said sincerely.

Steve dumped his banana slices in the blender and began pouring in milk, then adding strawberries. "It's okay, Thor. Just please stop playing around with kitchen utensils. And I'm not wearing the suit, you can call me Steve." After finishing with all his ingredients, Steve put the top on the blender and was ready to press the "puree" button when a larger finger beat him to it. Thor gave him an excited look as his eyes darted between Steve and the blender. Steve rolled his eyes. "Oh, fine."

Thor pressed down on the button and watched in awe as the blender mixed the ingredients until they became a smooth, pale pink mixture. "Okay, you can let go now."

Thor didn't seem to hear him and instead did the opposite by pressing down harder. Steve tapped on him. "Thor, seriously, you can stop now."

Instead of removing his finger, Thor swiftly brought his other hand to the top on the blender, and before Steve realized what he was doing, there was banana-strawberry smoothie everywhere. The whirring noise of spinning blades quickly died out and silence took its place. The two men stood in stunned silence for a while before finally turning to look at each other and bursting into a fit of laughter. Two of Earth's mightiest heroes, the god of thunder and the legendary super soldier, standing in their tiny kitchen, faces completely drenched in a banana-strawberry smoothie. It was ridiculous, yet somehow summed up how their lives had been and would be as roommates.

When they had finally regained control of themselves, the laughter slowly burned out and Steve grabbed them both towels. "I don't think I'm going to let you back in the kitchen for a while," he told Thor as he wiped the sticky mess off his face, "definitely not near the blender, anyway. I'm going to go shower, I'm meeting Tony for shawarma in a couple of hours. Please try not to destroy anything. Just sit and be patient for ten minutes. You can watch TV in my room, okay?"

So he led Thor into his room and turned on some game show that he hoped would keep Thor entertained long enough for him to shower. Miraculously, Thor stayed out of trouble while Steve was busy getting ready, and sat curiously through an entire hour of The Price is Right. After that day it became ritual, and Thor sat in front of the TV with his poptarts, talking at the people on the screen as if they could hear him. Steve pretty much had him controlled at the apartment, but he knew that the second Thor was home alone, there would be chaos. What was Steve supposed to do when he had some place to be?