The city was very different to the town where Thor had grown up. Everywhere he looked, a new building seemed to appear out of thin air and the crowds surrounded him at all angles.

The Stark building stood out high above the rest, and Thor made his way inside. Nobody stopped him as he headed to the elevator.

No security… nothing.

If it weren't for the fact that the headquarters of the Avengers was world-wide news, he'd think he was in the wrong place.

When the elevator came to a stop, the metal door opening up, Thor stepped out into what seemed like an abandoned corridor. Before he could even think about calling out for someone, there came the sound of muffled cursing, before a familiar looking man ran out of the room, eyes turned to the ceiling as metallic banging could be heard overhead.

"I'll put traps in those vents! Don't think I won't Hawk!"

Then the man seemed to spot Thor, frowning at the sight of him. "No, no, no!" the man yelped, hands gesturing for Thor to back up (which he did… slightly), "You can't be in here?! Jarvis, how did he get in here?!"

"My systems didn't seem to work. He just walked in boss."

Thor frowned at the unfamiliar voice, glancing around to try and find whoever it was coming from, before simply nodded in agreement with him.

"Seriously? What if he's a super-villain?!" The man frowned at Thor, "Are you?"

"Nay."

"… I'm not convinced." The man made shooing motions, "Go on… don't make this harder for you!"

Thor shrugged, "I am looking for the Avengers."

"You are not helping with the whole 'I'm not a super-villain thing'!"

"I wish to train with them."

"W-what?"

Thor beamed, "I need to become a true hero, one worthy enough to wield Mjolnir, so that I can re-join him in Asgard."

"…. What?!"

Probably hearing the commotion, others joined the dark-haired man, and vaguely, Thor could recognise them from press conferences and magazines he'd glanced at over the years.

"Who's this guy?" A short, blonde male asked, frowning at Thor.

"Didn't get his name, but he wants to be a true hero and join… Assgard?"

"Asgard." Thor straightened up, "You are Earth's greatest heroes, therefore you are the best team to train me."

"And why should we?" A tall blonde man frowned as he asked the question, "Do you have any special abilities?"

Thor smirked and led them outside, where a large truck sat on the curb. With one arm he lifted it up into the air, and threw it as high as he could, catching it with ease as it came back down.

The first man whistled lowly at the sight, "Looks like the Hulk might have competition, ey Bruce?" He nudged a bespectacled man in the side, cackling as the man rolled his eyes, "So how'd it happen big guy? Radiation? Spider bite? Super Soldier serum? Mutant maybe?"

"I am the son of Odin, kidnapped from my cradle and sent to Earth." Thor sighed, "I was always different. People were scared of my strength.

The shorter blonde man cackled, "Woah…. Wait? Your Dad is a God?! Yeah right!"

"It's true! And I need to be a true hero to be worthy of Mjolnir, and to re-join him in Asgard."

The first man and the shorter blonde were practically hanging onto each other as they both cackled. "I love it!" the first man giggled, "Hey Daddy, read me a bedtime story!"

"ONCE UPON A TIME!" The shorter blonde continued, unable to continue with how hard he was laughing.

Thor couldn't contain his annoyance any longer. "It's true! And you are going to help me!"

For a moment, it seemed like they were going to refuse, until Thor let out a warning growl.

"Alright! Alright!" The first man raised his hands into the air, "Maybe a little bit of help wouldn't hurt."

…..

It was a rough start, no-one was going to deny that.

A lot of targets were smashed during those first few weeks.

("You don't need to smash them like this! My poor babies!"

"My apologies Man of Stark.")

Rescuing the damsel in distress was… an interesting experience.

("You have a tight grip Clinton!"

"Don't look at me! Focus on the robots!"

"That scream was most like a damsel!")

All the rules started to get confusing after a while

("Rule number ninety-five! Concentr- AAH!"

"… My apologies Clinton."

"Rule number ninety-six! AIM!")

However, despite all the set-backs, Thor eventually managed to get the hang of everything, controlling his strength, using a basic broadsword and passing the final test with flying colours.

"YES!" Thor whooped, dropping Clint on the ground and high-fiving Tony lightly, "I am victorious!" He then turned to Steve, "I am ready Captain. Let us find some villains so that I may vanquish them!"

"Yeah, come on Cap!" Tony flung his arm over the taller man's shoulders, "Let's actually go looking for trouble this time."

"For the record, I really don't think this is a good idea."

"Noted!"

…..

"Well find something in this place." Clint slapped Thor on the back, "All we have to do is dangle Tony in the streets, and someone will pick a fight."

"Hey!"

"You should pick a superhero name first though, something to announce yourself by."

"… Thor?"

Clint winced, "Yeah, that works for now."

As they headed into the main area of the city, Thor suddenly heard something as they passed an alleyway.

Someone was swearing… someone was swearing very loudly.

"One moment my friends…" He slapped Clint on the back, almost sending him flying, "… I shall be right back."

"Ummm, where are you going?"

Thor ignored him, continuing forwards until he realised that the cursing was coming from around the corner. Peering around the corner, he frowned at the sight of a large, blading man pinning a younger man against the wall… who was the one cursing.

"What's the rush my beauty?" The larger man chuckled, "I though we could have a little fun?"

The young man smirked, almost as if he was about to agree, before his right leg shot upwards, straight into the other man's 'delicate' areas…. And then stabbed him in the side, pulling the knife out of seemingly nowhere.

However, this didn't slow him down as he managed to grab the young man before he could get away.

"You little bitch!"

Thor couldn't stay where he was any longer. Straightening up, he strode around the corner and caught the attacker's attention.

"Release him at once, you foul fiend!"

The larger man twisted around to face him, a sneer on his face, not even seeming to react to the blood staining his shirt, "Piss off… unless you want a turn as well?"

The younger man scowled, glaring at Thor as he continued to struggle, "I can handle this!"

"But… aren't you a damsel- sorry, sorry!"

The man's vicious glare seemed to turn Thor's blood into ice. "I am not a damsel. I am not in distress. I can handle this!"

Before Thor could say anything, the bald man suddenly lunged for him and punched him in the face… only to take a step back when Thor barely flinched at the hit, merely turning his head with the force of the strike.

"Ouch…" he muttered, before rolling his shoulder and punching the man back, sending the bald man flying into the opposite wall. With the other man stunned, Thor turned his attention to the 'damsel', scanning him from head to toe.

He looked… well, he looked sort of impressed, but mostly pissed off.

"I could've handled that!"

"My apologies, but- "

The man pulled a knife out of seemingly nowhere, flipping it casually in his hand, a wicked smirk on his face.

"… Nice knife." Thor stammered nervously.

The other man smirked, but before he could say anything, there was a growl from the right as the bald man decided he wanted to go another round.

"Excuse me…" Thor grunted, a beam on his face as he braced himself

Alright, his bellow was a little showier than it should have been… and if his fighting was more fluent, then no-one had to know.

It wasn't as if he was showing off.

"WOOO!" He heard Clint call from the side-lines, him and the others having clearly decided to follow Thor into the alleyway, "KICK HIS ASS!"

Needless to say, the fight didn't last long, and the larger man fell to the ground in an unconscious slump.

"I am victorious my friends!" Thor cheered, turning to the Avengers, "Your training has served me well!"

As the Captain went into a lecture, talking about reasonable force, Thor's attention turned back to the young man, who was leaning against the wall, a wicked smirk on his face.

"Are you alright?" He asked him, interrupting Steve, "I could escort you home Mister-"

"-Loki. Just Loki…. And you?"

"Thor."

Loki raised an eyebrow, "You can't be serious."

Smiling sheepishly, knowing how ridiculous it sounded, Thor gestured at the unconscious man on the floor. "So, what did he want?"

Loki shrugged, "You know how some men are, they think no means yea and get lost means, take me I'm yours." At this, he practically fluttered his eyelashes up at Thor… who looked extremely confused.

"Ummmmm- "

Loki chuckled, stepping away from Thor and heading towards the end of the alleyway, "Nevermind… well, thanks for the save Oh Mighty Thor, but I think I can handle it from here."

"I can still escort you home, if you wish?"

"I'm a big boy, can tie my own shoes and everything." Without letting Thor say another word, he started to walk away, waving a hand over his shoulder, "See you around Thor."

That walk should be made illegal.

"He was… something."

Tony and Clint both nodded in agreement, as Steve rolled his eyes. "Yes, a distraction. Now come on, you want to be a hero, don't you?"

"Verily!"