Okay, this'll be another story to add on to my load of unfinished stories. But, hey, I've haven't written an Avenger one for aggggges.
Hope you enjoy.
Fez.
Thor wandered up behind Natasha, trying to hide a smile. She was trying to make pancakes.
Thor was casually swinging Mjolnir, hiding it just behind his legs.
"Hey, Tash." He rumbled.
"Hey Thor. What do you need?" She said absent-mindedly, pancake batter smeared on her cheeks. Clint had dropped by and 'helped'
"Hold this." In his other hand, he was holding a video camera, already rolling.
"Thor..." Sighed Tash, but was already reaching for Mjolnir, without looking.
As soon as her hand closed over the handle he let go and stood back and focussed the camera on her betrayed face. Mjolnir had dropped instantly to the floor, Natasha half bent over it, a spatula still in her hands
"Thor." her voice was low and threatening. All six foot of godliness quaked in his boots.
"For the vine?" he tried, already flipping the camera off and turning to run.
The only reason he wasn't lying in hospital with a broken leg and neck was that Natasha had been trying to cook pancakes for half an hour and they were so almost perfect.