A.N. Well, the overwhelming response to this makes me so happy! It seems that over 197 people have visited my story. 197 is the number of people in the US that visited it. xD Last I checked, at least.
Oh, and, thanks again for the amazing alerts and favorites. Reviews mean the most, so all my reviewers are so very appreciated. :) Here's the third chapter.
Oh, and I guess I don't need to say this, but whatever. I saw The Avengers again! :D It was epic, and so was all the Tony/Steve interaction. Teehee!
Chapter Three
Steve quickly pedaled his bike the six blocks it took him to get home. He was exhausted and in his reasoning, the sooner he got home, the sooner he could sleep.
"Hey, weren't you talking to Thor earlier?" He stopped riding and caught his breath before turning to face the voice who walked across the street. It was the red head girl from earlier. Natalia or something.
"Oh, yeah. Uh, I'm Steve Rogers." Steve replied.
"Natasha Romanoff." She looked at the large house to her left. "That's my house right there."
Steve glanced at it. "That's huge." He said simply, rather impressed.
"Nah, Clint's house is bigger." She said with a mildly annoyed tone.
"I thought you guys were friends." Steve said pointedly.
"Hey, we are." Natasha said quickly. "Friends have friendly competition." She grinned. "Maybe Clint and I can sit with you and Thor at lunch tomorrow, if he's not being a stupid 'I can shoot an apple off Tony's head and 'accidently' miss so I'm better than all of you' jerk." She rolled her eyes. "See you later." Natasha sprinted up the stairs to her house and left a somewhat bewildered Steve behind.
"Uh, sure." He said to himself and hopped back on his bike.
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Steve walked in and threw his backpack on the couch before sitting down himself.
"Hey Uncle, how was your day?" He said as his legal guardian walked into the room.
"Same as always. Make any friends at school?" His uncle replied.
"Uh, sort of. I hung out with this cool guy named Thor at lunch, and then on the way home I ran into a girl from school, Natasha." Steve answered.
"A girl?" His uncle gave him a teasing look.
"Uncle..."
"Right. I remember the whole thing, your dad explained it. Just saying." He grinned and tossed Steve a Pepsi.
"Thanks." Steve waited a few minutes for the carbonation to die down before popping it open and going upstairs to his room, which was still full of packing boxes.
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He remained in his room almost the rest of the night, until his uncle walked in.
"Hey, afraid I have an important business meeting in NYC, so I gotta run, I'll be back tomorrow after noon. I have a friend's number on the fridge if you need help. I'm sure he'll be happy to help out."
"I'll be fine." Steve muttered and didn't look up from his laptop.
"Good. I'll see you tomorrow." With that, his uncle left. Steve sat there for a few minutes before realizing he was hungry and he descended the stairs with the old phone book in his hands, looking up takeout numbers.
"Don't they have a Pizza Hut here?" He muttered. Steve finally settled on some Chinese takeout number. He hoped his uncle wouldn't mind him using his money, but he was pretty well off anyways.
About an hour later, Steve has finished dinner but he was as tired as he had been earlier, so he brushed his teeth, changed into his pajamas, and went to sleep.
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Steve awoke to a thumping sound outside his front door. "Burglar" was his first thought, and he really didn't need all his uncle's expensive gun collection getting stolen. He grabbed his cell phone and snuck downstairs, grabbing the piece of paper his uncle had put on the refrigerator and dialed it.
"Hello?" He heard a hoarse, sleepy, but undeniably familiar voice say.
"Stark residence, who is this?" The voice continued in an annoyed manner.
"T-Tony?" He stuttered in surprise.
"Is this that Steve kid? Why the-" Steve hung up the phone in mild embarrassment. His uncle was friends with the *Starks*. Wow. Everyone really did love Tony.
Another sound from outside before he heard a quiet knock. Someone was definitely knocking. He peered through the peep-hole and opened the door when he saw who was outside.
"Thor?" He said with sleep still evident in his voice.
"Hey Steve." Thor answered in his British voice, which sounded somewhat strained and also exhausted.
"Are you okay?" Steve asked with a hint of worry.
"Not really. I know this is strange and all, considering we barely know each other, but uh, could I maybe crash on your couch for the rest of the night?" Thor asked sheepishly.
"Yeah, of course. My uncle's gone to New York anyway, so I'm alone." He opened the door and let Thor in before shutting and locking it.
"Want some leftover Chinese?" Steve offered.
"No. I don't feel like eating." The cheerful jock from school looked completely different as he sunk into the couch, still wearing his day clothes.
"What the heck happened?" Steve asked.
"It's a long story," He yawned. "But you sort of deserve to hear it. My brother was caught breaking into the Starks' house after school. Apparently he was stealing something. I don't know. He claims that he wasn't stealing anything, but he won't offer any other explanation. Anyways, my mum and dad were *furious*. That's an understatement. They started yelling, then Loki started yelling, then I started yelling, and pretty soon the whole house was shaking. We have loud voices you know." He paused for breath and continued. "My dad yelled for Loki to straighten up or they'd kick him out, and then my mother yelled at them to stop fighting and calm down, and then Loki yelled that he wouldn't be kicked out, he'd just leave. That's what he did, he left." Thor sank further into the couch.
Steve didn't know what to say. He just sat there. "Well, why come to my house?" He asked simply.
"You're the closest, plus I figured hey, why not do this as an invitation to be friends? After all, I always invade their houses right after I meet them." He joked weakly and laid down.
"Right. So we're friends?" Steve was feeling even more tired.
Thor yawned. "Yeah, friends." He stayed still for a few minutes and then Steve heard snoring.
"Wow, you fall asleep fast." Steve chuckled and threw a blanker over the bigger teen before running up the stairs to his room and falling back asleep, before noticing that the time was after one AM.
A.N. More humor and Tony next chapter, I promise! You'll also get to see some of Natasha and Clint. But not together. Haha. I'm so evil. *Dodges tomatoes from Clintasha fans* Gosh, I have so many of these. I could make homemade pizza. An everymeat pizza! Like Thor loves. :D I got that from a fic. Pretty sure it was 'House Arrest'... Oh yes, it was. Go read it, it's hilarious! (The author is... Ah crap, I don't remember. Not me, I know that much.) It's Avengers. In case you couldn't tell. xD
