Bear in mind that I have no brothers and therefore have no idea what a guy's sleepover looks like. So cut me a little slack.
I don't own any of these guys, sleepover or no. I also don't own Sky High (even though I've seen it so many times I feel like I do).
Thor was delighted when the Captain informed him of the invitation to gather at Stark's house that night. He enjoyed these 'sleepovers' even though Clint always swore they were 'hangouts' and Tony readily agreed. They insisted that 'sleepovers' were what girls did. It made no difference to Thor. He merely enjoyed the company.
That was why a grin was firmly set in place as he pounded on the door to the Starks' mansion at 8 o'clock that evening.
The door swung open on its own accord while a cool British voice stated, "Welcome to Stark Manor, Mr. Odinson. I trust your trip here was uneventful?"
The one Stark called J.A.R.V.I.S. had taken to asking Thor that ever since he'd overshot the mark while flying with his hammer and crashed into the side of the building, leaving a Thor-sized hole.
"If you are asking if I wreaked any havoc upon arriving, then I must say no, Invisible One," Thor answered, promptly striding through the door. He could have been wrong, but Thor was sure that he heard the computer voice chuckle.
"Hey, Point Break's here!" Tony exclaimed, poking his head out of kitchen. "Just in time for the pizza, too. You'd better hurry or Cap'll eat it all."
Thor walked in to find a flustered Steve protesting that his super soldier enhanced body needed more fuel than normal people.
Speaking of which, Thor still felt guilty about earlier that day when he'd called Steve 'Captain' in front of Natasha. It was force of habit. Thor always did that when the group was alone. And they were generally alone. But the Captain was sensitive about others knowing his pain filled past. Thor respected that, but mistakes happened. Nonetheless, he'd apologized profusely after the fact.
"You're lucky I'm not the Hulk," Bruce pointed out, trying his best to make a joke. "He'd eat all these pizzas in one bite."
Clint was currently residing atop the refrigerator, munching away on a slice that he'd managed to snag from the others. Hawkeye (or so Stark jokingly called him, but Thor liked the name) always preferred perching on high ground.
"My body has grown weak," Thor declared, reaching for a lone piece. "I require sustenance."
"I couldn't have said it better myself, big guy," Tony returned. "Except, well, I would have said it a little more...futuristically."
Thor knew that he spoke differently than the mortals, but he didn't care. Speech was a habit that was too hard to change.
"So you mentioned a movie, Stark," Steve spoke up. "What were you thinking?"
Tony's eyes took on a mischievous light as he said, "Sky High."
Clint groaned. "No, anything but that!"
"What's wrong with it?" Bruce asked indignantly. He happened to like that movie.
"What's Sky High?" Steve asked with confusion.
"Only the story of our very lives!" Tony answered dramatically.
"And you call me a Drama Queen," Barton muttered to himself.
"It's a high school for kids with superpowers," Bruce supplied helpfully to Steve.
"I think it sounds glorious!" Thor exclaimed, leading the way to the theatre room. "Let us watch this high school in the sky."
They got maybe five minutes into the movie (that wasn't even enough time for Will and Layla to get on the bus) before Tony conked out on the couch, his head in Bruce's lap and the rest of him splayed across Steve.
Thor studied his sleeping friend's form. He'd noticed Stark's bags under his eyes earlier, but that seemed like a permanent feature on the young man.
Bruce caught Thor eyeing Tony and said, "He hasn't been sleeping well lately."
"Scratch that," Clint spoke up from his perch on the armrest. "He hasn't been sleeping in days."
"Four days, to be exact," Steve put in.
"Four days?" Thor repeated, incredulous. He'd spent many a sleepless night in his life, but never at the extent of 96 hours.
"He has nightmares," Bruce returned softly, casting a tender gaze down at his best friend.
Clint snorted. "Yeah, but he's also constantly tinkering. He still hasn't told us what he's building."
Thor sat back, pondering each and every statement in his mind. The nightmares did not surprise him. He knew of Stark's past. He had many things to be haunted by.
Thor tried to focus on the film, but his mind drifted to other matters. His brother, for one. Loki. Thor had tried to convince his brother during his last visit to Asgard that he should come to Midgard as well. That not all the mortals were pathetic (as Loki thought them to be). But Loki had refused.
The bond, almost like family, between Thor and his friends made him think of what he used to share with his brother. But Thor tried to push that out of his musings.
Loki would have to come to his own terms with the Midgardian realm. And when he did, Thor would be waiting to accept him with open arms. As would his friends, he was sure.
Yeah, so this one was shorter. Sorry about randomly throwing thoughts about Loki in there, but I'm planning on using him later.
I'm pretty satisfied with this chapter, though. I mentioned Steve's super soldier body and Tony's 'tinkering' so I feel like I tied up a few loose ends here.
The next chapter will have some action, I swear.