7. Thor
"Steven!" Thor greeted him amiably, as he strode into the common room. "Good morrow!"
"For who?" Steve mumbled into the textbook he had planted his face in.
Thor paused, then dropped into the seat next to Steve. "What troubles you, my friend?"
Steve sighed, raising his head. "Commander Hill told me that the WSC had concerns about my acculturation to the 21st century. I have no clue why, I think that should be below their pay grade, honestly. So Hill detailed a S.H.I.E.L.D agent to get some textbooks for me. But…they left in so much stuff that I already know. Like the Founding Fathers! I'm not that old, dammit!"
Thor's mouth made an 'ah' of understanding. "I see. My Jane has showed me several magazines where they appear to have classified you and I as–"
"Wait, let me guess," Steve scowled. "Blond, hot muscle?"
Thor's eyebrows shot up, even as he nodded. "Those exact words, as a matter of fact. How did you know?"
"Darcy texted the link to me," Steve said. "I'm pretty sure she just likes driving me up the wall."
Thor nodded. Again. "Perhaps you should do the same to the brethren of the Shield."
Steve blinked. "Come again?"
"It is the kind of idea that my brother would have," Thor said, with a sad smile. "If they believe that you do not know about these 'Founding Fathers', then what else perhaps might they think you ignorant of?"
Steve tipped his head to the side. "That…could actually work," he said, a small smile appearing. "And if you'd be willing to help out, I have a way to make it even better."
Thor leaned forward in his seat. The chair groaned a little under his weight. "I am attending. Continue, good Captain."
Steve outlined his plan.
Thor's eyes lit up.
And that was how the Shockwave alliance was formed.