A/N – Here's a little sidestory as to what happened to Thor afterwards. I know there's been a lot of sidestories and sidetracking etc etc, but the next chapter I promise is going back to mission times. It's another review-inspired chapter~ Wait for it!

Chapter 33 – After jail troubles

Thor squinted at the bright sunlight. The jail cell had been dark and damp and the sudden light was blinding. Tony stomped out from behind him looking rather unpleased at having to bail Thor out from jail. Jail of all places. He took Thor's wrist roughly and dragged him towards a bench.

"Sit here." He ordered. "I'm going to get the car."

Tony walked three steps. Then stopped. And turned around.

He pointed one accusatory finger at Thor. "And don't move." He warned, then stalked away.

Thor blinked, unsure of why Tony looked so mad or thought he was going to wander off. He tilted his head and looked at his surroundings.

To one end of the park nearby the police station was a bunch of kids surrounded by a balloon man, at the other end was an old couple throwing breadcrumbs to birds. In the centre was a large fountain. Thor stretched luxuriously, reveling in freedom from that tiny, squashed cell that was meant to accommodate Midgardians and so not those of Thor's size and caliber.

As he stretched, his cape fluttered and suddenly strained.

Thor turned around to see a little kid tug on his cape.

"Mister." The kid chirped. "Are you cosplaying as that guy with weird fashion taste from the Avenger's movie?"

"Weird fashion taste?" Thor frowned.

"Yeah." The kid nodded. "I mean you have lame red cape and that silver hammer."

"This cape is handmade!" Thor protested. "And Mjolnir is priceless!"

"Oooo!" The kid gave the cape another hard tug. "You're a hard core cosplayer, huh? Just like my older sister."

"Cosplayer?"

"Don't play dumb to fit your character." The kid scoffed. "I have to admit your cosplay outfit is good. I have to show all my friends!"

The kid skirted around the bench, grabbed Thor by the hand and dragged him off to where more kids stood around the balloon.

"Hey!" Thor protested. "I have to-have to…stay here."

But the kid was persistent and dragged Thor (good old Thor who didn't want to hurt a kid) a good few meters more. "Look guys!" he called out excitedly to his friends who all turned around.

One girl analyzed Thor, her gaze sweeping him from blonde hair to booted feet. Then she shrieked "It's a guy dressed as Thor!"

"What are you talking about child?" Thor objected. "I am Thor."

"Don't be silly." The girl chided. "Thor doesn't exist. He's fictional. You're just a good cosplayer so don't lie about it."

"But-" Thor spluttered.

"My daddy says liars are punished, so watch what you're saying." The little girl warned him, waving one finger at him sternly.

Thor stared at them with his mouth wide open. What else could he say?

Five minutes later, Tony returned to find Thor posing with several kids for pictures. He growled.

"What part of stay still do you not understand?" He hissed right behind Thor's back. "Do I need to buy you a leash?"

Thor jumped and turned around with a guilty expression. "Well…you see…" he stammered, looking for excuses.

But Tony wouldn't listen. He grabbed Thor by the ear and dragged him back to his car, ignoring the yelps of pain from the Norse god. Today had been enough trouble as it was without Thor making it worse.

Behind him, the four kids waved Thor goodbye and went to buy ice cream. They thought it was all part of the act and so went to bed that night without any worries for the Norse god who slept only on one side that night...because his other ear was too sore to sleep on.

A/N – Another chapter done. Hope you liked this one. I always wanted a chapter where some kids accuse an avenger of dressing up as an avenger. Anyway, next chapter is mission time again. Thanks to everyone for upping the reviews over that beautiful 110~ Love you all! Now that I've finished my other avenger fanfic, I should be able to dedicate more time to this story. Got a few others to finish (that I totally abandoned), but this story has my utmost attention!

Over and out-