A/N: Here you go, guys! Thor's Aftermath scene, like I promised. But hey...if you guys stick around my profile long enough, you'll discover a few more Avengers stories to come. One is what happens when Thor discovers hentai, and two more will be slightly more serious. Hope you liked this. :]

P.S. There also might be another chapter to this, but I dunno if there will be. Just stick around. :D

In the living room of what was sometimes called "Avengers" Tower, amid the tall piles of empty Pop-Tart containers that rivaled the pyramids of old, was the sprawled out figure of a man whose soft snores could be heard every now and then from his cardboard tomb. The large plasma screen television mounted on the wall above him was still on and playing a re-run of an old 80's cartoon called The Smurfs on a channel advertised as Boomerang, a show that had been playing all day much to the team's frustration. Thor twitched, his bear paw of a hand flailing outwards and backhanded a precariously stacked mound of boxes that collapsed onto him and made him wake up with a start. He was confused as to where he was, for this was not his room back in Asgard, and he wondered why he was wearing such strange attire before he remembered he was on Midgard and in the large monument to Friend Stark. He sat up and pushed a hand through his wavy blonde hair and yawned mightily causing his jaw to pop. He looked around blearily and scratched his leg through his Budweiser sleep pants (Stark had given them to Thor after he had finished a twenty four pack of the beer by himself, causing a disgruntled team meeting declaring that was no longer allowed) before he got to his knew it was well after sunrise, perhaps noon, but his sense of time here on this planet was not as accurate as it was back home.

The Aesir noticed the pack of unopened "Tarts of Pop" at his feet and he swooped down upon it like Huginn and Munin going after a small creature to feast upon. The small sugary pastries were devoured in seconds, but Thor felt his gut rumble for more.

He ventured into the kitchen and searched vigorously through the cabinets but his efforts proved to be futile. He had the sneaking suspicion that one of his other warrior comrades (perhaps the red haired female, or the archer) had taken some and hidden them from the hungry god. He pouted briefly, before deciding to change his garb and take one of those wonderful "show-ers". The first time he had taken one, he had stayed in there so long that the water was cold for the rest of the day, and his team mates complained mightily and put a thirty minute limit on his water use.

Thor meandered to his room and dressed himself in normal Midgardian attire (jeans, t-shirt, blue flannel shirt) and was about to leave his room when a voice stopped him.

"Sir, there is a video you are required to see." He looked around, thinking that this voice was a trick of some sort perpetrated by a villain, before he recollected that it was the voice of the invisible helper to Tony named...JARVIS?

"What is this video you speak of, Tony's Helper?"

"You will just have to see, sir."

X

Tony had taken refuge alone in his lab (he had made JARVIS lock Bruce out of all the labs after finding out the video was his doing, and refused to let him in to work), and he had started work on another suit, one that hopefully could withstand another beating from Rock of Ages if need be. His headache had disappeared a few hours ago, and he was happy about that because it meant he could blast AC/DC without fear of splitting his skull wide open. He hummed along to "Shoot to Thrill" as he welded the prototype face mask for his new suit. This one was silver, because he used to have mix-ups with test parts and real parts that caused many occurrences of grievous bodily harm to himself, so he finally decided to change the colors so as to not, you know, kill himself for the bad guys.

The sound of metal against metal could be heard over the blaring rock music and Tony switched off the blow torch and the music as he looked up. The lab door was caving inwards, and his eyes went wide just as the door was sent flying across the room and landed in a crumpled heap. Thor burst into the room, his eyes wild and his mouth set in a grim, determined line as he came at Tony, Mjölnir in his hands.

"Whoa, whoa! What the fuck has gotten into you? You get rejected for a L'Oreal commercial or something?"

Thor didn't answer, instead he grabbed Tony and shook him roughly.

"BROTHER! YOU RELEASE MY FRIEND, OR ODIN HELP ME I WILL FIND YOU!' He boomed, his voice echoing off the walls of the lab.

"What the hell are you talking about! And do you have any idea about what you just did to my door? There are other ways of getting in, you know, like maybe KNOCKING or RINGING THE DOOR BELL!" Thor snarled and his hand tightened around Tony's neck as he turned and dragged him out of the lab and down many flights of stairs before throwing him on the ground in the large conference room.

Stark coughed and spluttered, holding his throat before he looked up to see Clint, Natasha Steve, and Bruce staring at him with wide eyes from their seats around the table.

"Thor, good God, what the hell-" Clint started before he was cut off.

"LOKI HAS POSSESSED FRIEND STARK USING SOME SORT OF EVIL SORCERY! WE MUST CAST THE DARKNESS OUT OF HIM!" Everyone looked at each other, a little confused as to what was happening.

"Guys, he's gone batshit, you gotta-" Tony was cut off by the god backhanded him across the face.

"SILENCE BROTHER AND UNHAND MY FRIEND!"

Tony worked his jaw slowly, making sure nothing was broken when he looked up and saw Clint slumped over, tears coming out of his eyes as he tried to suppress his mirth. He couldn't hold it for long though, and gales of laughter shook him as his face turned bright red.

"WHAT IS SO FUNNY, HAWK-MAN? OUR FRIEND IS POSSESSED!"

"He...possessed...oh God." Clint's voice hitched as he giggled like a girl. "He...the video..."

Everyone looked a little taken aback, but when they understood the situation, they all began to bust up too.

"Wait...the video? That damn video is why I just got bitch-slapped like a six dollar, three toothed hooker?" Tony screamed, and his rage plus Thor's confused, kicked puppy look made everyone crack up even more.

X

The situation was finally explained to Thor after everyone had calmed down (that didn't count Clint, who kept snickering), and he seemed to understand what happened.

It didn't really stop him from crossing himself every time Tony entered the same room as him.

Tony knew that was definitely the damn archer's fault, too. And the billionaire reminded himself to never let Thor watch The Exorcist again.