Thor- Smash

A/N: Alright, Hammer Time! Sorry for the delay! I had A LOT of work to cover with everything going on… here is your story and thank you for your patience. *Smiles*

Thor couldn't remember flying being this hard.

He was having great difficulty maneuvering around the many metal buildings that was New York City. The thunderous blonde could barely keep his eyes open in the torrential downpour that soaked his clothing. Today was long and hard. And Thor wanted nothing more than to plop down on the lush bed that waited for him at the Man of Iron's Tower.

The obnoxiously loud roar of the quickly approaching eighteen wheeler was what brought the god of Thunder out of his sleep driven trance. Both his and the driver's faces displayed a mini marathon of expressions before actually realizing what was going to happen. With a startled shout, Thor swerved to the left to avoid any more damage to both his tired body and the huge truck. Unfortunately, his sudden change in direction resulted in him crashing into side of one of the brick buildings, that wasn't very far from the bustling highway, and landing roughly on the warm and wet concrete.

Rain droplets fell from his golden hair and into electric blue eyes as he laid in one of his new personal craters. Thor tilted his head skyward as much as he could in the artificial earth and gazed up at the gray and clouded sky. Thor knew that the Midgardian physiology required that they had a sufficient amount of rest on a daily basis. He had seen the end result of Lady Jane after not resting for two whole days, and he had no intention of ever seeing her like that again! However, it still baffled Thor how the Son of Stark manages to go up to days without resting and still retain his normal behavior.

Thor opened his eyes. When exactly had he closed them? When had he become so weary? He was perfectly fine this morning! He was now more than content to just stay in the accidental dent that his body had made, regardless of all the odd stares that he was receiving from the people passing by.

But he knew that his war comrades were waiting for his arrival. So with many foreign curses, Thor managed to sit himself up.

He was tired and there was no way around it!

So trying to delay his trip back to headquarters a little longer, he placed his head in his hands to both quench the nausea and figure out what he did today to make his body want to go into the Odin's Sleep.

~FLASHBACK~

It was NOT the team's fault that the Kree decided to make another visit to Midgard.

No one expected it to happen so quickly, but then again, when does one ever expect to be invaded by another intelligent aliens race in a world were superheroes and mythical gods are alive and fight crime.

That's right…NO ONE!

This thought struck Thor as he clubbed another one of the foul creatures in the face with his hammer. Right now there were other problems on his mind. For example, how in Valhalla did they come back to the earth if the cube was secured? Why were they here? What was going on? And why must they come during what Stark calls a level three hurricane?

The battle itself was stressful. The concrete was soaked as thick sheets of hurricane level rain made thunderous claps against the ground. So trying to find a firm footing was much easier said than done. The Man of Iron had his…well, iron, and he had Mjölnir to aid him in flight. However, he could not help but feel sympathy for his less fortunate comrades.

The Man of Hawk had a decent perch atop some balcony like structure on a high building firing down arrows over the invaders. As long as he stayed on the building the slick concrete should not have affected the archer very much, but the thick sheets of water did hinder his sights. And he complained of it often.

Lady Natasha was using the element to her advantage, slipping and sliding along the hard concrete to trip her victims before firing squarely into their reptilian faces. Thor shivered at the display of violence and thanked Odin that she was on his side.

The Hulk was smashing the horrendous creatures to his heart's content! Leaving nothing behind except black smudges and deformed figures.

Friend Steve seemed to have a handle on the battle he was facing due to the grunting and the metallic ding his shield made when hitting a target. Thor listened to the battle around him, trying to keep tabs on his comrades and fight at the same time. He saw a flash of light from the direction that he knew Steve was before the shout came over the earcomm.

Thor was worried as he listened to the silence from their Captain followed by shouting from his earpiece. He could not see any of his teammates except for the dark and fuzzy forms the rain produced.

"Hey, Spangles? You alright? Jarvis said that you got hit." Stark's voice talked over the link and everyone could hear the high whine as his repulsers charged up for yet another blast.

"Fine, Stark,' Steve said, a little out of breath,' just a scratch."

"Um-hm, we'll have Jarvis scan you when the eye comes our way, Captain Hard***. And I swear, if it's anything more than a scratch, I'll sick Pepper and Natasha after you!"

Steve chuckled, but they all could hear how strained it sounded from the normally humbling tune.

"So Birdbrain! How's the weather up there?! Doeth thou liketh your stay at Casa de la Rain?"

Thor chuckled, leave it to the Son of Stark to find a way to lighten the intensity of battle.

"We have about ten more minutes before the eye comes. I can't see squat! And I'm pretty sure that Hulk is making a huge mess where the fight isn't."

They were all answered by an ear splitting roar that would put Thor's booming voice next to a mouse.

"Alright, hang in there Cap and stay where you ARE. The last thing we need is to have your 100% made in the USA blood all over 8th street! Ten more minutes people! Ten more minutes!"

Lady Natasha groaned before she spoke," This isn't a movie set Tony."

"Eh, who cares?! Hey M. , is there any way you can make the rain stop? Since you're the…you know…god of Thunder."

Thor snorted and hit another Kree," Man of Iron, I control the light and sound of the heavens! Not that of the weather patterns! Blame your magic box's forecaster for this news!"

"True enough."

The fighting resumed along with the bickering as the eye of the storm came. Everyone scanned the drenched landscape of smoldering vehicles and crater littered roads looking for their Captain. Hawkeye had spotted him as soon as the rain cleared and directed the rest of the team to his location.

The wounded Avenger lay with his back to probably the only drivable car on this side of New York with his hand pressed to his side. Blood oozed through the burned tatters of his uniform and gloved fingers. Steve's normally serious face was caught between a grimace and what Thor assumed was sneer.

The team rushed up to him—except Hawkeye who was keeping watch for any surprise Kree attacks— and tried to aid Steve. They all came up with a battle plan after a bit of field medicine for Steve and a scolding from The Spider.

Although wounded, Steve still fought with his team through the next wave of the hurricane. The battle would continue for a few more hours until Tony was able to find the supposed "off switch" for the intergalactic portal.

The Hulk shrunk down to Bruce Banner, who was given cloths from Natasha before hurrying to Steve's side. Banner tightened the bandage around Steve's abdomen, after checking that the wound didn't bleed through. The only response Steve showed of his discomfort was a grunt as he clenched his teeth. Bruce and Hawkeye helped Steve to a not so damaged SUV and got ready to leave for the Tower's Medbay. Natasha had originally planned to stay with the clean-up crew, but under Thor insistence, went with the other men to the Avenger's HQ.

Steve sent him a helpless look through the car window as they drove off. Thor had rather enjoyed watching his team bicker over the Captain and wanted to be sure that Healer Banner had enough hands to keep him down.

Thor stood there and waited until the first of the SHIELD operatives arrived.

At first they had him do mere tasks such as putting out fires and helping get trapped citizens out of cars, but the more time he spent, the harder the tasks became. The last thing he did before being released was smash thorough layer upon layer of rocks and concrete to get to the injured people underneath and make life easier for the demolition crew.

He wasn't going to complain about saving lives, but he didn't know it was going to take this much out of him to do what the Hulk would have done in mere minutes! And just because Loki loved him so, the storm had lightened during the actual labor, but as he swung his hammer to leave…

The rain picked up… again.

~END FLASHBACK~

That was the answer to his question, but it still baffled the Norse god. How in all the Bifrost could he be mentally and physically exhausted to the point of collapse after crushing stone bewildered Thor. But for now, he was willing to put that aside until he had properly rested.

Thor lifted his head from his hands a little too quickly. The world swam in his vision making everything an odd array of colors and patterns. He brought up a hand to knead his throbbing temples. Friend Steve was going to lecture him of the importance of not working himself so much, but at the moment, Thor's main concern was trying to stand up without falling over. He dropped his to heavy hands from the sides of his head- after giving up on the failed attempt to force the headache away- and placed them by his hips. With a mighty heave, Thor pushed himself off the ground and swayed on his feet.

New York became a kaleidoscope of bright lights, colors, and moving being for a few moments until he braced himself on a part of the undamaged brick wall. Thor gasped deep breathes and tightly clenched his eyes shut trying to persuade what little he had eaten today to remain in his stomach.

It took a few moments, but when he no longer felt the urge to expel his internal organs, he gingerly opened his eyes. People stood in front of him where he was leaning against the wall. Well, at least he thought they were people. He couldn't tell between the rain in his eyes and the blinding headache. One of the murky being stepped forward and Thor could feel the light pressure of a hand resting on his shoulder.

"Hey man, you okay?" The voice was deep and comforting, almost like Friend Steve's but it held the thicker accent of the people in the city of metal and skyscrapers.

"Aye,' Thor tried to hide the fatigue in his voice,' I will not need any assistance, thank you brother. I will never forget your kindness to me this day."

Thor gave the man a tired smile and tried to focus long enough see his aid's face, but couldn't.

The man slide an arm under Thor's shoulder and helped him stand. They both grunted. The stranger, probably due to Thor's weight, and Thor to the fact that the dizziness had returned. The man remained by his side until he was sure Thor was steadily on his feet then let go. Thor looked up and ran his fingers through his wet hair. He'd better go before the rain gets to heavy again.

Tired and annoyed, he stretched out his hand to retrieve Mjölnir from a nearby rain puddle—almost electrocuting the startled rat that had perched upon it after Thor's sudden crash landing. His arm ricocheted back at the force of impact, but Thor remained where he stood. The familiar grip of the leather on his calloused hands reminding him of the many battles they had fought together. And the one that now faced them on the long flight home.

Thor let his hand release the handle and fall to the wrist strap, then began to twirl the hammer in a rapid circular motion. The small crowd quickly dissipated as he picked up speed. Blinding white and blue sparks shot out from Mjölnir in every direction. Thor looked skyward, letting the warm rain grace his face, before taking off into the stormy New York sky and heading to the Tower and the bed that awaited him.

_AVENGERS_

When had I become so clumsy?

Steve was laying on the couch with his back resting against the soft leather cushions. Banner had thoroughly cleaned and bandaged his side as soon as they had gotten to the tower. Clint AND Natasha looked about ready to murder when they were actually able to see his wound. The angry red and black charred skin was peeled back to expose some of the muscle underneath. The wound itself would have been fatal to anyone else, but thanks to the super serum, Steve was saved a hospital trip. Being on his back was practically the only position that did not cause him too much pain and discomfort at the moment. It was moments like this that really made Steve wish that Tylenol would work on him.

Yet, despite the tremendous pain in his side, Steve was celebrating an internal victory.

While trying to take care of the wound, no one had really noticed the dark bags under his eyes. Steve knew that it was not exactly the best thing to be celebrated, but the last thing he needed—no they needed—was to know of his problems. They had enough as it was with the lives that they live!

Thor and Asgard.

Natasha and Clint with trauma and their past.

Tony with life!

Banner and the other guy.

The last thing they needed to add to their list was a sleep deprived Steve Rogers. It was his fault anyway for not getting any sleep which resulted in him slipping on the pavement and therefore getting blasted by the Kree. So this wasn't something they could necessarily fix.

So here he was looking at the TV remote that Tony had tossed his way before going back to his lab. He had no intention of watching TV, but Stark said something about getting use to the culture or something like that.

In the end Steve didn't even bother on trying to turn on the TV or asking Jarvis to; instead, he just sat there and looked at the sleek black piece of plastic in his hands.

As he sat there, he tried to remember the last time sleep did come to him. Ever since the ice his sleep patterns had been off, so that wasn't anything new. But the reoccurring nightmares were a different story. He did take a short nap yesterday, but even naps were short lived now.

Steve wanted to do anything but sit here on the sofa with a remote in his hands, and listen to his team cook dinner. They had kicked him out of the kitchen earlier saying things like how they didn't want blood in their food. This only left Steve to lay in the living room and greet Thor when he came back to the Tower.

Thor had taken Natasha's duty of clean-up today so that she could be here with him. But Steve had a suspicion that the only reason Thor did it was because he liked watching the group mother-hen each other. On the other hand, Steve didn't like to be mother-henned! He was their captain and therefore had to care for his team, not the other way around! They were the ones cooking dinner –and making a great deal of noise with it, when he was perfectly fine and at least able to help. Steve huffed a sigh and winced, clutching his side. Then brought a very heavy arm up to his eyes.

The crook of his elbow was rather warm and almost comforting as he began to silently day dream in his spot laying down on the couch until a loud boom resonated from further above.

Steve dropped his arm and gave the ceiling a quizzical expression. That was either Thor or another letter fell off of Stark's Tower again. To determine which of the two could possibly be the answer, he asked Jarvis.

"Uhm, Jarvis, what was that?"

The British accented AI answered automatically," Thor has made his entrance and is currently in route to his bedroom, Captain."

Now Steve was even more confused for several reasons. 1) No one else heard the LOUD thud on the roof that was sure to make traffic stop. 2) Why was Thor heading straight to his room? He normally comes to the Tower's main living room, drops his hammer by the entrance and plops on the couch. And 3) what in the WORLD where they making in the kitchen to make so much NOISE!

Steve kept his eyes to the ceiling, "Is he okay?"

"Yes, his melatonin and adenosine level had risen to much higher levels than possible since your departure at 1200. He is simple tired and in much need of rest, Captain. Much like you yourself."

Steve glared at the all-knowing AI. "I thought we agreed not to discuss this?"

Jarvis then struck back with a recording from one of the many arguments that he and Tony get into.

"Did we Steve? Did we really?!"

Rogers chuckled, "you act just like Tony." Before pushing himself off the couch with a series of grunts and grabbed at his side.

"I wouldn't do that, Captain Rogers. Dr. Banner would not be pleased."

Steve waved his hand in the air knowing that JARVIS would see it, then trudged to the elevator. He pressed the key that would take him to Thor's level and waited for the elevator to ascend. Rogers looked up to ask Jarvis another question before he was cut off.

"Thor is asleep."

He blinked at the ceiling and was about to ask him how he knew what he was going to say, but the elevator opened. Steve gave Jarvis a look and raised an eyebrow before going in and leaning against the far wall. The doors closed softly in front of him as Steve watched the numbers go up. The button for Thor's floor already glowing when he had stepped in.

Steve stood there, rubbing his side gingerly and thinking about the fact that he was getting more used to Jarvis the more tired he got when the doors opened.

He had been in Thor's room before, but in all those times all of the lights were on. Now, this placed looked foreign to him.

Everything looked like it had a deep shade of gray mixed in with the other colors in the rooms. The dark storm outside of the Tower only adding even more dreary colors to the palette. Steve stepped out of the elevator shaft hesitantly as he made his way to Thor's bedroom. The elevator was the only light source that Steve had as he maneuvered his way around the pub like island that separated the living room/ dining room from the kitchen.

Thor liked this closed up arrangement because it reminded him of his home on Asgard, or at least that is what he had told them. Steve liked more of an open space with more freedom to move around, but everyone was different. Bucky liked it how Thor does with everything all in one spot and to this day Steve still doesn't understand it.

There was no inch of wall safe from Asgardian culture. Thor had brought his home to him. There were Asgardian blankets and rugs hanging anywhere there wasn't a window. Furs of animals that Steve has only heard about in the stories he was told lay scattered in the tiled floor. (Which Tony added, due to the constant complaining that the housemaids put up whenever Thor had spilled some food or drink on the carpet) Wherever there wasn't tapestry, weapons hung from hooks on the white walls and a large variety of ales and brews were on display in the kitchen.

This place reminded Steve almost of the bar that he and his commandos went to in the event prior to Bucky's death. The room started to fill with the sounds of the laughter of men as they all crowded around the small television and enjoyed each other merriment. Steve remembered all of the smiling faces, the drinks in their hands, the poker game going on in the back, and the fun they had after destroying that HYDRA base.

The smell of beer and excitement permeated the air in a joyous mix as everything happened around Steve. Then Peggy walked in.

Her chocolate brown hair curled evenly at her shoulders, ruby red lips formed a signature smirk that only appeared for him. Brown eyes sparkled under the yellow lights of the bar as she drew nearer. Peggy's rose red dress fit her slim, petite frame to the point. Hips swaying teasingly with her equally red heels approaching Steve.

She was beautiful.

Everything about her was beautiful. To him, it didn't matter if she was in fatigues or Sunday's best, as long as she was here Steve would be happy. He reached out his hand to take her painted one as the world around them slowed.

The commandoes' loud voices died down. Peggy's flowery scent replaced that of beer and men. Red was the only color he could see, and it wasn't from anger or greed, but the dress on his love's body and her ruby lips.

She reached out and took Steve's hand and he drew her close. He wouldn't trade this moment for the world, even at the cost of his own life. His blue eyes looked down into her brown ones as he felt a smile creep across his face. This was Peggy Carter, this was 1943 all over again, and this was his home.

Peggy watched him, searching his face for something as he gazed down at her. "I'm ready for my dance, Steve."

Her voice was smooth and even, calming to him. "Okay, when?"

"Meet me here, right at this spot at eight o'clock sharp. Wear your best dress, and don't you dare be late." Her smirk widened on her lips and Steve couldn't help but smile back.

"Yes, ma'am. Eight o'clock sharp."

"And don't be late." She pointed a red painted finger at his chest.

Steve chuckled, "I won't be."

Peggy let go and Steve watched her step out of the bar and into the busy streets of New York. He turned in slow circles, taking everything in; before he blinked, and everything was gone. The room dark and still, not filled with the laughter and energy of his men. Not left with the sweet scent of Peggy Carter in the air. He was no longer in 1943, but in 2015.

Steve made another once over of the room, looking for anything to take him back to the past. But found only Thor's apartment. He proceeded to his original mission before he was sidetracked again. Find the alarm clock, turn it off, and try to get back to the main floor before the rest of the team noticed his absence.

Using as much stealth as his sleep deprived body could manage, Steve crept down the hall adjoining the kitchen toward the bedroom.

He could hear Thor's snoring through the door, so he didn't feel as bad when the hinges squeaked after the door swung open. The light of the elevator was far behind him now, so Rogers had to rely on his sense of awareness and memory to navigate the room. However, when your sleep deprived memory and awareness mean nothing to the brain and body. So when Steve's foot meet Thor's hammer, it took a whole LOT of restraint to only grunt and not scream. Thor on the other hand, snorted in his sleep then went right back to snoring.

Steve wished he could sleep, not like the dead, but sleep. He dropped his foot from his hands and walked on two feet instead of hopping on one. The jumping did nothing to help his side, but the hammer was unavoidable. He went over to the left side of the bed where Thor's alarm clock laid and glanced at his sleeping comrade.

Thor was face first on the pillow, but even the soft down padding was no match for his snores. He was still in his uniform, but the fabric looked even more crinkled than usual. Steve concluded that he was probably wet when he face planted into the bed so the clothes did not have adequate drying time. Thor's booted feet dangled off the end and the left side of the California King, while his vibrant red cape lay like a blanket over top of him.

Steve had to admit, his team did have weird sleeping patterns, but as long as they slept he was content to let them lay as they pleased.

He directed his attention back to the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was a simple one, THANK GOD! Steve released his hold on his side in favor of letting the table support him and felt around for the alarms off switch. Just when he thought he found it, a deafening bolt of lightning flashed outside the window.

Rogers yelled, startled and hit the radio button instead. Mexican music filled the room at a high volume and rapid pace. Steve panicked and looked at the clock with sudden alarm as he tried to turn off the radio. Thor snorted and choked in his sleep on the verge of waking when Steve made his drastic decision.

He lifted his fist up in the air and brought it down full force on the alarm clock.

The little device shattered into several pieces of dark plastic and wiring as the Mexican music became no more. Steve wearily glanced over at Thor. Did he wake him? Or is he still asleep?

Thor remained silent and Steve held his breath. Then the other blond haired man signed in content as his snores filled the room once again. Rogers brought his head to the ceiling and thanked God above that the ordeal was over. He turned to the window and glared daggers at the clouds and the rain pelting the window.

"All of this for a stupid clock." Steve grumbled to himself as he left Thor's room. He would be back later to replace the alarm, but until then he highly doubted that Thor would waken.

Steve stepped around the hammer in the door way and stepped outside the room, closing the door softly behind him. He left the hallway and passed the kitchen cellar. There would not be another day dream today, he was probably going to get another earful from Natasha and Bruce for moving anyway.

Rogers stepped into the dimly lit elevator and pressed the key to go back to the living room. He placed his hand back on the wound he had received, then pulled it back when he felt wetness. Steve looked down and saw the red now covered his palm. He put his head back on the cool glass and closed his eyes. "Perfect."

"Uhm, Steve?"

Steve snapped his eyes open. Jarvis never called him Steve, NEVER! "Jarvis?"

"Sir, has a recording that he wanted me to play for you upon your entrance to the elevator…"

Jarvis seemed unsure of whether or not he should play it or not. He just seemed unsure period.

"Okay…? Just play it Jarvis, there is honestly nothing he can't say that would hurt my feeling now." Awesome.

"As you wish." Jarvis played the recording, and instantly Steve wished he had just taken Jarvis' hesitation and just said no. The large elevator shaft felt like a chamber in which Steve received the super serum, when Tony's voice came on.

"SPANGLES! WHERE THE **** ARE YOU! JARVIS TOLD US THAT YOU TORE YOUR STITCHES AND ARE WONDERING YOUR RED, WHITE, AND BLUE *** ALL OVER THE TOWER! IF THERE IS BLOOD ANYWHERE! AND I DO MEAN ANYWHERE I WILL MAKE YOU PUT YOUR PATRIOISM TO THE TEST AND CLEAN THE **** BUILDING!? SO GET DOWN HERE EAGLE SCOUT, WE NOW HAVE WORK TO DO!?"

Then Clint's voice broke in, "Did you tell him we got pizza 'cause someone burned the chicken."

"AND WE GOT PIZZA! SO HURRY UP BEFORE BIRDBRAIN EATS YOURS!"

The message stopped. Steve blinked at the sudden silence that filled the now empty air. If he was feeling tired before, that feeling was now entirely gone.

"Jarvis…"

"Yes, Captain?"

"Tell them I'm coming."

"Will do, Captain."

And with that, Steve stayed glued to the handle on the back of the elevator with a deer in the headlights expression until the elevator dinged on his floor.

A/N: Okay… I know I've taken forever. I'm sowry… But! On a better notes, guess who's next? See ya real soon!