Authors' Notes: (We do not own the characters from the Avengers. Others that show up though are ours.) This story is based off of notes taken by Clint and Thor. It was then written by Thor and Bruce. More details at the end.

Cape Crusade

"Ya know something? I really want to sit on the roof," Clint commented, staring out the second story window. They'd all gone upstairs to check out where they'd be sleeping for the night, but Bruce and Thor had gotten bored with their own rooms pretty quickly and meandered into Clint's. Bruce was currently sitting cross legged on the bed and Thor was sprawled out on the floor.

"Somehow that doesn't surprise me, Clint," said Bruce. "Less than fifteen minutes ago you were sitting on the kitchen counter."

"And before that you were perched on top of the fridge," added Thor, staring at the ceiling.

Bruce frowned over at the bulky blond. Something was definitely bothering the Asgardian, and he intended to find out what it was. Studying Thor, Bruce noted that he looked very uncomfortable in his jeans and T-shirt. A hypothesis formed. Now for gathering data and testing his theories.

"Clint," called Bruce quietly.

"Yeah, Bruce?" asked the archer, coming over to squat next to him, arms leaning on the bed. "What's up?"

"How many times have you seen Thor without armor?"

"Oh, uh, never. This is a first." Except that time in New Mexico, when he was wearing Jane's ex's clothes, covered in grime, and crying in the mud because he couldn't lift Mjolnir. But Clint doesn't really like to bring that up.

"How many times have you seen him without a cape?"

"Only a handful, actually."

"That's what I thought."

"What are you getting at, Bruce?"

"Oh, nothing. I need to find Tony."

Bruce found the engineer in his own room. Tony was lying on his back on the bed playing on his phone. Steve stood in the corner frowning at him.

"Oh ah," stammered Bruce, feeling like he was interrupting something. "I can come back later."

"You're fine," Tony said without looking up. "What do you need?"

"Do you have any sheets that you wouldn't mind getting rid of?"

"Sure, use any of them, I can just buy new ones."

"Where are they?"

"No idea. Ask Pepper," commented Tony, "Or Steve, he should know where they are."

Bruce looked at the captain questioningly. Steve looked embarrassed for a moment, but he regained his composure pretty quickly. He lead Bruce back into the hall and to a closet containing sheets of all sizes, styles, and colors. Bruce carefully picked one out before turning to Steve.

"I sleep here a lot," the sheepish-looking super soldier confessed before Bruce asked. "I don't like always being in the eyes of S.H.I.E.L.D., and Fury really isn't the easiest to work with. Sometimes I just need to get away. So I come here and just hang out. Most of the time I just talk to Pepper because Stark's a pain in the behind." He smiled nervously. Bruce patted him on the back.

"I can understand that, Steve. I've been here a few times before myself for similar reasons."

"So has Clint." Bruce looked at him questioningly. "He has three bows in the hidden in the ventilation system."

"So-putting that one outside was pointless."

"Pretty much."

"That also means Thor's the only one who hasn't been here before," Bruce said. Another piece to the puzzle.

"What?" Steve said.

"That's why I need the sheet. Does Pepper have a sewing kit somewhere? Never mind. I've got what I need in my coat pocket. Keep the others distracted for a bit while I finish," said Bruce.

So Bruce spent about ten minutes, 9.63 actually, throwing together fabric in what he considered a rather rudimentary way. But he was on a time crunch, so it would have to do. Once he finished, he ran down the steps and found everyone in the living room. Tony was working to get the movie up on screen, Steve was playing with USA, and Clint and Thor sat in what had become their seats at the counter. Bruce ran up to the both of them, buzzing with excitement.

"Sup dude," said Clint, "where you been?"

"I have a gift for Thor," Bruce blurted out.

"You do not have to do that, my friend," Thor told him.

"I wanted to. Here, it's a cape!"

Thor sat speechless.

"You spent all this time on a piece of fabric?" Tony said, incredulous.

"Yes." Bruce said. "Well, not that long, actually-"

"Why?" Tony wanted to know.

"To make him feel more at home," Clint answered with a nod of approval at Bruce.

"Why wouldn't he feel-" Tony started, somewhere between confused and offended.

"Tony, I don't even feel at home here and at least I'm from Earth," Steve informed him.

"What do you think, Thor?" Bruce asked as the Asgardian as he rolled the red fabric through his fingers. Thor looked up at Bruce after a moment.

"Will you help me put it on?" After Bruce safety pinned the makeshift cape to his T-shirt, Thor visibly relaxed and smiled broadly. Bruce hadn't gotten the chance to hem the fabric, so even with Thor's immense height it piled on the ground behind him. The Norse God of Thunder, son of the All-Father, and Heir Apparent of the Realm Eternal then spent the next several minutes running around the kitchen, trying to watch the cape flowing behind him.

Authors' Notes Con:

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I'm studying the effects of C. annuum concentrations on T. confusum populations. Can you handle this chapter?