"Well boys, ninth time's the charm!" Mr Wilson smiled as he opened the car door for the two boys.
"Pfft. Are you sure these guys aren't pervs like the last guys?" Dean slung his bag over his shoulder as he got out, looking over the house in front of them. To be conservative, it was huge. To be able to afford a house this big in New York, the people they were staying with had to be fucking loaded.
"Pervs? What's that?" Sam asked his brother as he climbed out after him.
"Nothing Sammy don't worry about it." The older boy ruffled Sam's hair, laughing at the pout he got in return.
"These guys are the best. I had to pull a lot of strings to get you guys a place here." Mr Wilson started leading them to the house as he talked. "Their names are Steve and Tony, they're married and have adopted four kids already with their hearts set on another one as soon as paperwork goes through."
"Seven of us? They lookin for a big payout on foster checks?" Dean was scanning the house for any obvious signs of danger, not relaxing in the slightest when he didn't see any.
"Their oldest sons are 21 and 18, so don't worry about feeling lost, they'll have plenty of time to focus on the two of you. As for money, trust me, these guys do not need any more. You will not be going without here I can promise you that. Tony is CDO of his company Starktech, and Steve is a former Captain with the army. He teaches history NYU now to fill his time."
As the three reached the door, it swung open, revealing a thin, balding man in a smart blue suit.
"Phil!" Mr Wilson exclaimed. "Good to see you! Hope retirement is treating you well?"
The man smiled slightly, stepping forward to embrace Mr Wilson. "Good to see you too. And you know I'm bored out of my mind!" He replied with a well meaning punch to his friends' arm. Mr Wilson turned back towards the boys.
"Sam, Dean, this is Phil Coulson. He was my superior at CPS. It's because of him that we were able to get you a spot here!"
"Charmed. Where the hell can I put my stuff?" Dean rudely replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
Phil stepped back to let the group into the house. "Welcome to the Stark residence. Have a seat in the living room, I'll go get Steve and Tony."
Walking into the house was an experience in and of itself. The place was huge! Dean didn't know where to look first. He saw Mr Wilson headed towards some seating on the left side of the door and followed him to find a cozy room filled with a large tv, a plush faded brown couch and several arm chairs surrounding a glass coffee table.
And a young boy sitting on the floor playing a video game.
Mr Wilson sank himself in one of the armchairs and gestured for Sam and Dean to take a seat as well.
"Welcome!" Came a booming voice from behind them. Dean sprang up into a fighting stance, ready to protect Sammy.
"Thor, inside voice, remember?"
Phil had returned with three other men, two of the most jacked blonde guys Dean had ever seen, and a short man with dark hair and an impressive goatee.
"My apologies if I frightened you young friend," the younger of the two huge blond men bowed his head to Dean. The teen relaxed his stance, but was still ready to fight at a moments notice.
"Please sit!" The smaller man gestured to Dean, taking a seat next to the older blonde man on a loveseat beside the couch the brothers had taken.
Dean sat slowly, never taking his eyes off the three men. There's no way he'd be able to take all of them. Goatee man by himself probably, but the other two with those muscles? Better not make them angry, beatings from them would suck.
"My name is Steve, and this is my husband Tony," the older blonde introduced himself while holding out his hand to the boys. Sam shook his hand politely, then Dean took the offered hand and squeezed. Steve had the bluest eyes he'd ever seen, and the biggest smile too.
Steve's hand was replaced by Tony's. His eyes were calculating, scanning the teen as if trying to figure out his next move.
"The one without volume control is Thor, our eldest," Tony gestured to the mound of muscles beside them. Thor looked like a god. His muscles were bulging out of the tank top he was wearing and his blonde hair brushed his shoulders as he waved to the boys.
"You must train a lot!" Sammy spat out, openly admiring Thor's bulk. The adults laughed at the young boys' remark as he sputtered an apology. Thor squatted in front of Sam as he responded.
"Aye, dad says I should move my bed to the gym as it would save me time." Thor's eyes twinkled in amusement as he shook Sam's hand. "And you must be Samuel! You already look like such a warrior, perhaps if you are interested you might join me some time."
The young boy hid his face as he replied "I'm not really a fighter. I do more of the research. Dean is the really strong one."
Thor smiled.
"Then the invitation is extended towards yourself as well Dean. Any time you'd like just say the word."
Sam's face lit up and he turned towards Dean. "Did you hear that Dean! He'll help train you! Dads gonna be so happy when he comes back!"
And with that the atmosphere in the room shifted. Determined not to distress the brothers, Steve swiftly changed the subject. "And this one trying to rudely ignore us over there is Clint. Clint, come over and meet Sam and Dean!" Steve called out to the boy in front of the television.
"In a minute, I'm busy!" The boy called back.
Dean snapped his eyes towards the pair on the love seat. The boy didn't look much older than Sam and he was not letting any kid get hurt, no matter how they behaved. Dean saw Steve's eyebrows raise in surprise.
"Clinton Francis Stark. You pause your game and get over here." Steve's voice was firm and calm.
It caused shivers to climb up Deans back.
He heard the boy sigh dramatically, then shuffle over to his parents. Clint was shorter than Dean, certainly, but not much taller than Sam, with short blond spiky hair and a lopsided grin that spoke of unseen mischief. He waved at the brothers and introduced himself, then turned to his fathers.
"There. We've met. Can I go back to my game now?"
Steve sighed and waved the boy back to the screen. "We're talking about this later Clint."
The group watched as Clint sprinted to the television. "Sorry about that, we got him that game system for his birthday and apparently the novelty hasn't worn off yet. Why don't we give you a tour of the place?" Tony stood up and held a hand for his husband. "Shall we?"
Steve smiled and took the hand. "Always so dramatic," he playfully answered. "Thor, why don't you take the boys' bags for them, I'm sure they're tired from the trip over here."
Sam handed his bag to the man, still openly staring. Dean clutched his backpack closer to himself, then handed his over as well. He had a knife strapped to his calf that would give him enough protection for the moment and there was nothing in there worth fighting Hercules over if it went missing.
Thor resembled a giant puppy as he gleefully smiled at the boys before heading up the entryway stairs.
"Thor will leave them in your room for you," Tony reassured the brothers. "In the meantime, welcome to Casa del Stark!"