A/N: It's been so long but I'm finally bored enough to write!

Thor, Natasha, Clint, Tony

Mother's Day

Thor stared down at the puny metal vehicle he was expected to get into and crossed his arms. The head of a beautiful red-haired woman popped through the front passenger window.

"What's the matter?" Natasha said, "not horse-and-carriagey enough for you?"

"I don't think I will fit."

The rear passenger window lowered and Clint's smug smile appeared. "Well there seems to be enough room for me, Nat and Tony's ego, so I'm sure you'll be able to squeeze in here."

"You are more than welcome to walk you know!" Tony exclaimed from the driver's seat. "Here I am risking my baby's life, limb and leather upholstery so you all can experience the finer things in life."

Natasha rolled her eyes and smiled. "Okay big guy, get in here before I'm forced to teargas these two."

Clint opened the door and moved to the far seat. Thor felt like he was getting into a child's play thing. Why on earth did the carriage need a roof? He went to close the door.

"Gently!" Tony's eyes were wide in the rearview mirror.

Thor didn't appreciate being treated like a buffoon. Although to be fair, he was going to close the door as hard as he could. He smirked as he closed it gently and then looked around the inside of the car. "The carriage design… it is quite pleasant."

Tony turned the wheel and with a soft rumble from the metal beast, they started their journey along the grey path.

Every now and again, Tony and Natasha slapped each other's hands away as the other tried to change the knobs on the front dashboard.

"It's Taylor Swift, Tony. How do you not like Taylor Swift?"

"Because I'm not into cultist music."

Thor studied the hand gestures both were making and shook his head slowly. After all of his experiences with the human race, their inane topics of discussion never ceased to baffle him. He glanced at Clint who seemed very relaxed as he stared out the window at the buildings and people that passed by.

"I could have easily flown us to our destination you know," Thor said smugly and flexed a bicep.

Clint slowly faced him, unsurprised by the comment and gesture. "That would require you to bring your hammer."

Thor stared back with parted lips at such an obvious statement.

"I don't think they let weapons into malls."

Thor looked offended, "Mjolnir is no mere weapon by mortal standards. It is the most fearsome armament in existence!"

"Hey man, no arguments here."

Thor returned his gaze forward. "Besides, they'd probably make an exception for me."

Natasha turned around in her seat and coyly smiled at Clint, "So, what are you getting Laura? Are we talking costumes or equipment."

Clint scrunched his face in humoured disgust, "Oh, Nat. It's Mother's Day for god's sake. It's going to be something from the kids. Maybe a sweater or something."

She playfully slapped him on the knee. "A sweater? Seriously? Grumpy ass. If you want my advice, nothing spices up the bedroom like—"

"Chocolate moose and a spoon?" Tony chimed in.

Thor elbowed Clint who was palming his face. "Forget such material items little archer. If you really want to woo a woman's heart, there's nothing like a glorious story of battle and bloodshed. Tell her of how you fought for survival and your friends. And then tell her how it all pales in comparison to your fight for her love."

There was a moment of silence.

"Aww." Natasha was beaming.

"Thor," Tony said, "I'm hiring you to write my greeting cards from now on."

"Look guys," Clint said with raised hands, "Laura is a simple woman. She doesn't like it when I make a big deal about special occasions."

"Uh huh," Natasha said, sounding like she didn't believe a word of it.

"How about Pepper?" Clint said, trying to divert the focus of discussion.

"A painting," Tony said decisively.

Thor wondered why the other two were frowning.

"Of myself..."

"You're joking," Natasha said.

"And Morgan," Tony finished.

The other two leaned back in their seats and looked more accepting of that last part.

The group was silent for a moment as it was realized that the next people up to talk about their mothers or significant other were lacking in the subject matter. Thor and Natasha exchanged expressions of solidarity and she smiled at him. Thor looked at his hands and felt the roughness of his fingers. His mind lingered on the ones he had lost in his life and felt emotions start to rise, which he tried to shrug off. The image of his mother appeared and she stared off into a sunset overlooking Asgard.

"Do your people have flower shops?" Thor said trying to sound casual.

Tony glanced at him in the mirror, "I know some of the best in town."

"I would very much like to look at some." He turned to Clint, "They would make a thoughtful gift as well."

Clint nodded kindly. Thor knew his attempt to divert the reason for going to the flower shop was completely transparent, but he appreciated his comrades for playing along.

A/N: Yes, in this time-line Tony is alive and has his daughter :)