Warning: Slash in this chapter (nothing explicit) as well as a M/F scene. The scene is obvious and rather subtle. Un-edited version posted on other sites. Links on profile.
"Take that!" Tony crowed as his whole body moved violently to the right before jerking back to the left. Hair wild his grip tightened even as his eyes lit with glee. Steve's eyes were narrowed as he drove right into the spinning spears. A blue shell came up and the smug air could be felt from the couch where the others were watching the violent competition. Cooper sat between the two groups; eyes drooped in exhaustion while Zeus slept on his back.
Without remorse Steve used the blue shell and Lugi was blasted into the air. "Spoke to soon." His blue eyes were alight with self-satisfaction.
"Fuck! I was winning you loser." Tony's tongue peeked out of the corner of his mouth as his character was set back on the track and he gunned it. Yoshi was far in the lead as Steve turned his remote and wrecked another car in his path. The normally polite Captain America was gone and in his place was Steve Rogers who was not above dirty driving.
The look of concentration did not leave Steve's face as another character slammed into his car before he jerked back sideways into theirs causing Peach to head off the nearest cliff. "You're not winning until you cross the line."
Peter closed his eyes and shook his head while Thor grinned from beside him. "Tony and Steve are fierce warriors. Both on and off the battlefield." A sigh escaped the teen before he grinned slightly at Thor.
"I've noticed."
Then there was sudden movement; both Steve and Tony had gotten to their feet moving the remotes futilely as they raced towards the finish line as though moving their bodies would increase their chances for victory. It wouldn't. Tony's character was passing Yoshi right when Steve turned the car right into the back of Lugi's spinning him out. Yoshi flew across the finish line as Lugi righted himself to grab second.
"I WON!" Steve was beaming as he pumped his fist into the air while Tony scowled over at him. His arms crossed as his face pulled into a pout.
"Cheater." He muttered even as the supersoldier pulled him close and kissed him. It was hard to complain when every time Steve won he felt the need to kiss him. It was like he was rewarding Tony for losing. So not fair.
"All is far in Mario Kart." There was totally smugness in every single word of that sentence. Tony wondered if he was a bad influence or if there was someone else to blame for corrupting America's golden boy.
"Congratulations on a battle well fought." Thor was grinning, "Now it is my turn to battle young Peter."
Tony raised an eyebrow before turning to Peter, "You need to avenge my loss. Kick his ass."
Steve stared over at Tony in vague horror. "Don't encourage that!"
Thor was grinning widely, "More of a challenge." Peter stood up from his spot and took Tony's control as Thor relieved Steve of his. Tony was noticeably pouting once more as he stared at the screen that showed Steve's character doing a victory lap. But he caught the grin on Steve's face and allowed one to pull at his lips as well.
"I'll avenger you, Dad." Peter flashed a grin before turning to the screen.
Tony let the supersoldier pull him down onto the couch, into his side, as new characters were selected on the screen. Tried not to let the feeling rising up in his chest choke him because this was perfect. Everything was going so well and wasn't that when everything fell apart? When something went terribly wrong? He shoved that dark thought to the side and leaned further back into the warmth.
Bruce was grinning and Natasha was using him as a pillow while Clint sat on the arm of a nearby chair grinning at the screen where Peter and Thor were now racing. He closed his eyes and just listened. To the laughs, sighs, taunts, threats and exclamations. To the sounds of a family. Something he had never known he needed. Something he wasn't sure he could live without. It had become such a central part of his life and Tony was not one to give up something that he needed.
"Sleepy?" Steve's voice came from his right, quiet and inquiring. He could feel a warm hand moving through his hair and slowly opened up one eye to regard Steve.
"Just relaxing. Big night tomorrow."
A groan escaped Steve's lips, "That benefit, right?" Steve was one of the most polite and duty-bound people Tony had ever met. But the man hated going to public events where he was essentially shown off. Tony figured they reminded him of his days selling war bonds. Part of him wanted to make a comment about how Steve's dancing girls had vaguely inspired his own at the Stark Expo, but had decided to not say anything. For now. Mostly he tried not to mention anything about his playboy past and instead focus on actually forming a healthy relationship with Steve Rogers. Seemed the better option. Plus Tony had not seen any negatives to their relationship so why introduce something negative into that mix.
"Yeah. Apparently we need good PR. Clint really shouldn't have flipped off that reporter or followed that up with those comments." Tony forced himself not to smirk because Clint had only voiced what he'd been thinking. And truth be told that man totally deserved it. Making comments about him perverting a national icon. Well fuck him. Steve made the first move and this was one of the first real things Tony had when it came to an actual relationship. Sometimes Tony thought Clint might be his favorite Avenger; Steve didn't count anymore since Steve was sleeping with him. He jumped between his various teammates. It was a toss-up at times. Screw it. They were all his favorite. Fuck just having one. Who could pick?
Steve didn't agree with Tony's statement either. He'd been a step away from punching that jerk in the face. Making comments about Tony, especially negative ones, did not sit well with him. It also encouraged the rather protective and slightly possessive side of himself that he'd recently discovered since Tony had first returned his kisses. Steve would not sit by and let someone he loved be hurt in any sense of the word.
"Sure." He murmured as Peter started dancing around the room in what Steve recognized as his victory dance. Thor was grinning good naturedly before pulling Peter in for a side hug.
"Well fought." The god boomed with a grin before turning to them, Steve shook his head and Thor returned to challenging Peter to another race. Steve watched Thor carefully. At times he'd notice sadness in his eyes and figured it had something to do with Thor's own losses. The loss of his relationship with his brother. He'd noticed that Thor had started to bond with Peter. Part of him was quite curious about it. The other part hoped it helped Thor overcome whatever was troubling him.
Tony shifted slightly before pulling away, "I'm going to the workshop. Need to get some work in before tomorrow." Steve wanted to reach out and pull Tony back down, but he knew the other man was working on a project for Stark Industries as well as his energy projects. That Tony had pulled back from long hours in the workshop because Steve or Peter were more than happy to drag his ass upstairs. It didn't stop Tony from holing up in the workshop whenever he could, not taking care of himself and drinking insane amounts of coffee. Lately Tony had been increasing the hours he'd spend down there and Steve suspected that Tony might be sneaking in hours he wasn't aware of. The dark circles forming under Tony's eye were a slight indication.
Clint turned his head slightly as Tony quietly moved from the room before he glanced over at Steve who was watching Tony leave. A sigh escaped his lips before his sharp eyes swept over the room taking in everyone present. Phil was stuck at SHIELD HQ with Fury and Hill. Clint hadn't bothered to press for details. Figured it had something to do with his stunt he'd pulled.
His eyes narrowed slightly thinking back to that arrogant and disdainful reporter who had essentially been taunting Tony from afar. He knew how worried Tony had been about starting a relationship with Steve Rogers. How Tony had been concerned with his first relationship with a male and one that was a best friend of his. It caused anger to surge through his veins just thinking about how some people couldn't let you love who you loved. They had to pick at it, condemn it and work to destroy whatever happiness they could find. Clint had seen how Tony's eyes had flashed with that uncertainty and a hint of fear before the genius had killed the emotions as rapidly as he could. Didn't stop the muscle from jumping in his jaw or the tensing of the shoulders. Hadn't stopped the pain those words had caused.
Fury had been absolutely livid. Clint had stood in his office, taken the dressing down, the shouting and the threats with a blank face before he'd looked the Director of SHIELD in the eye with his response, "Fuck them. I'd do the exact same thing…possibly have shot that asshole with an arrow. I'm still trying to decide if I shouldn't go figure out where he lives."
The vein had throbbed in Fury's forehead and Clint couldn't remember seeing Fury that pissed off before. Except maybe a few times that Tony Stark was involved, but this incident technically involved Stark so the whole thing was moot anyway.
Movement out of the corner of his eye snapped his attention back to the movie room as Natasha dragged Bruce from the room with a grin. Clint felt affection wash over him in waves as he saw the genuine happiness on his partner's face. Natasha deserved happiness and someone who loved her. He could see it in Bruce's eyes, the way the other man watched her and how the Hulk protected her in the field.
Once they were in the elevator Natasha pushed Bruce back against the wall as her lips trailed down his neck. She could feel his hands moving across her body, teasing her and grinned looking up at him. "Ever experienced elevator sex?" she asked with a wicked look.
Bruce's eyes locked with hers, "JARVIS? Lock the doors and turn off any recordings." His voice was slightly husky as he reversed their positions. "Elevator sex sounds like a great idea."
A laugh escaped as Natasha felt Bruce's body press further into hers. The heat coming off his body a comfort and turn on at the same time. She could feel his sure hands moving up her sides before trailing back down to her pants. Bruce made quick work of them as her own hands began working on his. Pants pooled to the ground as Bruce stepped back to kick his to the side while Natasha stepped out of hers just in time to be pushed back into the wall. Warmth curled inside her body as Bruce's lips found hers. It was a welcome feeling.
Hands moved to her hips as her back slid up the wall, hands moving to wrap around Bruce, a blur of pleasure and lips. A gasp escaped "Woah. Skipping the usual foreplay?" she chuckled wrapping her legs around him.
"We can get to foreplay later." His eyes twinkled at her in humor before he began to move, her body arched and Natasha moved to meet his pace.
"Mmmm. Promises promises. You better be planning—ah—to keep them." There were times when Natasha wondered why they'd danced around this for so long because Bruce just fit. He just fit her so perfectly. Lips, wandering hands, whispers and moans were the only things consuming Natasha's mind as she met the pace Bruce had set. Gave over to him as she tightened her legs around him. Another moan fell from her lips.
"I intend to."
Her back was pressed against the cool wall and the warmth that was Bruce pressed into her from the front. It was a beautiful contrast. She felt it…so close to the edge and she wanted to drag Bruce with her. Pull him into the free-fall and then drag him to her bedroom for a more thorough exploration of each other's bodies. She could feel that Bruce was close, feel it building up inside her and allowed herself to be swept up in the pleasure. Felt Bruce lose himself.
Natasha loosened her grip, but kept them attached as she leaned forward to kiss Bruce softly on the lips. "I think I might love you." She said softly as Bruce's eyes lit up with genuine happiness at her words. "I've tried to keep my heart safe, but I think it might be safer with you."
Three in the morning saw Steve walking down the stairs to the workshop to find Tony sleeping with one hand curled around a repulsor glove. Dummy stood guard over his creator. His arm moved so that the camera could register Steve entering at a steady pace as he moved towards Tony. A soft smile took over his features. He'd had a feeling that Tony had not been staying in bed all night lately; that he had been sneaking off to the workshop before coming back to bed right before Steve woke for the day. Seeing Tony in the state that he was only further solidified that thought.
Carefully he removed Tony's hand from the Iron Man glove before setting it down on the workstation. Tony's hair was sticking up and he'd stripped down to a tank top. That feeling of fondness and love rushed up to fill his entire being. Steve could live off that feeling. He moved to cradle Tony in his arms before straightening. A mumble escaped Tony's lips before he burrowed into the warmth of Steve's chest. All movement stopped once he'd settled and Steve felt him go lax with sleep.
"What am I going to do with you?" he murmured softly before moving in the direction of the stairs and his bedroom. "Thanks for watching him, Dummy." The bot whirred before moving to his charging station. JARVIS remained silent as he opened doors and lit the way for Steve.
When they finally reached their destination Steve carefully removed Tony's shoes and the dirty clothes he was wearing. Tony turned, muttering under his breath into one of the pillows nearest to his searching arms. A sigh escaped as he buried his face into the pillow as Steve pulled the covers over him before getting into his side of the bed. He reached out to wrap arms around Tony and pull him into his arms breathing in softly. Safely away from the edge. Finally Steve could go to sleep instead of worrying about Tony.
Steve came alert slowly as he felt each muscle waken as he became aware of the comforting weight of Tony draped across him. Legs tangled, arms hugging onto him as though he was a giant teddy bear and dark hair wild from both hands as well as sleep composed the image of Tony Stark first thing in the morning. He'd worried at first that Tony might consider him clingy for wanting to cuddle or snuggle in bed, but Steve had discovered that Tony loved cuddling in bed. Tony would wrap himself so thoroughly around Steve that the other man often wondered if the genius was part octopus or something equally grabby. Warmth spilled across the sheets of the bed from the windows which allowed sunlight into the room. Content.
Had he ever been this content before in his life? Tony's arms wrapped tighter around him, face nuzzling against Steve's chest as his ear pressed into the place above the supersoldier's heart. Steve knew it to be a steady beat and that nothing put Tony to sleep quicker than when he was listening to Steve's heartbeat. Idly he ran his fingers through the brown hair, felt a shudder run through Tony's body and grinned. He continued to move his fingers through Tony's hair, relaxing into the pillows and completely unwilling to move. If this was the only way to honestly insure that Tony was getting sleep then he would lie in bed for hours being used as a teddy bear.
Another mumble escaped as Tony pressed himself even closer into Steve tangling their legs up further as his beard brushed against Steve's bare skin. I'm going to marry him. The thought flew across Steve's mind without prompting. He didn't even bother to deny it or think of any doubts. It wouldn't be today or even a few months from now. But he was in this for long term. Steve wanted to be married to Tony Stark. Wanted to look at Tony's left hand and see his ring there. Wanted more than words to see a ring on Tony's finger and a matching one on his own.
He'd looked it up when he was discovering everything he could about the time he'd woken up in. Legally he could marry Tony Stark. Steve could have this amazingly complicated and self-sacrificing man who had a heart bigger than he knew as his husband.
Steve allowed himself to lie there in bed acting as Tony's pillow, hands occasionally carding through his hair and listening to the occasional mumbles and soft breathing. To the hum of the arc reactor. He stayed in bed for a couple more hours, allowing his mind to drift and just basked in such a relaxing moment. Then he was rolling them and pinning Tony down to the mattress. Trailing lips over the expanse of bare skin. Tony came awake slowly, carefully as he stretched like a cat. That was often what Tony would remind Steve of. A big cat. Sleepy brown eyes blinked open and met his.
Realization lit them up and a slow, easy smile spread across Tony's face as he moved to grab onto Steve to pull him down into a kiss of his own initiation, but Steve easily captured those wrists before pinning them above Tony's head. He shifted his hands until both wrists were enclosed in one hand. When he locked eyes with Tony he could see those pupils blown widen and glazed. At first he was worried that Tony might be freaked out until when he shifted he felt evidence that Tony was anything but scared.
"Steve." Tony gasped and Steve felt his own interest pique further. He was exerting very little strength to keep the smaller man pinned down before he allowed his lips to capture Tony's in a deep kiss. Tony tried pushing his body upwards into Steve's only for the supersoldier to pin him down pressing the length of his body into Tony's which elicited a groan. "Uhh…why are you teasing me this early in the morning?" it was a gasped whine which Tony wondered how that was even possible.
"Am I?" there was something wicked in the fact that Steve could sound so deliciously innocent, but have such a hungry gleam in his eyes. Tony whimpered slightly when Steve removed his lips. "I can stop."
"Stop and you will never see your precious shield ever again."
An eyebrow rose, "Really? You'd take my shield from me? Something that I hold dear?" those big blue eyes were disturbingly puppy like. Tony glanced away.
"No." it was muttered, "Now why are we still wearing clothes?"
Steve didn't bother answering as he began to make quick work of what few articles of clothing they were wearing. He moved to his side of the bed, reached into the table and pulled out a tube before moving back to Tony. The blue of the arc reactor stared back at him. Carefully he leaned down and kissed the life-saving light. He loved that blue circle of light because it kept Tony alive. Gave the other man another chance. Tony blinked at him in shock though there was a questioning glint in his eyes.
"What was that for?" he couldn't not ask. There was no way Tony Stark was not asking about that.
It was easy, something he didn't even think about and why shouldn't he kiss something that gave him the incredible man lying in his bed? "I wanted to." Tony continued to stare at him.
"I never know what you're thinking." He sounded somewhat petulant though a small smile settled onto his handsome features. "You have me where you want me…what do you plan on doing now?" Tony was able to jump from so many different thoughts without any noticeable indication of why or when. Sometimes it was dizzying.
Nips, kisses, gasps, teasing and moans filled that late morning. Steve watched as Tony completely lost it, body riding through the pleasure and satisfaction before he allowed himself to lose control. Watching Tony come undone was his favorite part. The expression, the sounds…the whole picture was perfect.
Laying there, catching their breath Steve finally glanced at the clock. Shower. Food. So many things to do before that horrible benefit thing tonight. All he wanted to do was stay in bed with Tony. Who needed good PR? Honestly that reporter had it coming.
But duty dragged Steve from the bed, from the warmth of the sheets and Tony's body. "Come on. Let's grab a shower and some food."
Tony grabbed the nearest pillow and flung it at Steve's head. "You can't do these things to me! I don't want to…"
"If you're good I'll reward both of us."
Brown eyes stared at him suspiciously before Tony swung his legs over the side of the bed and began to slowly stride across the room towards the shower. It was obvious Tony did not mind nudity as he moved past Steve. "Well?"
With a slight smirk Steve shook his head before following Tony's lead.
Natasha took a small drink from her glass as her eyes scanned the room. "Do you think someone would be upset if I stabbed that guy over there? You know…the sexist asshole who kept staring at my chest earlier?"
Tony glanced in the direction she had indicated. "Him? I'll distract everyone. Do you need a weapon or something?"
A grin lit up Natasha's features, "I knew I liked you for a reason."
"Only like? No love? I thought ours was a love found only once in a lifetime!" his hand clasped over his heart, eyes dramatically wide as he leaned heavily back in his seat as though physically in pain. "Tasha…you've killed me! This is the end!"
"Stark. If you're going to cause a distraction you should do it far away from me otherwise there is no point of a distraction." But she was laughing, the tension in her shoulders having lessoned greatly. "Besides. Shouldn't you be with Steve?"
"Where is Bruce?" Tony challenged.
It was true. Bruce was over in a cluster of people with Clint who looked bored out of his mind as well. "With his fellow scientists." She sighed. "They grabbed Bruce before I had a chance to save him."
"Come on. They're lab rats. They scare easily. Just give them that look. You know the one." He smirked and took a drink of his scotch. "Why were you never this nice when you worked undercover at Stark Industries?"
She ignored the last question, "What about our lovely Captain? You've left him to the vultures."
Tony glanced in Steve's direction where he was surrounded by a bunch of women who were all clearly trying far too hard to get his attention. Steve looked absolutely mortified. "I'm going to give him ten more minutes to escape. If he does not succeed I'll swoop in to save the day."
"You're evil." She stood and indicated for Tony to do the same. "Come on. We need more alcohol."
The Iron Avenger drained his glass and rose to his feet holding out his arm. "Shall we?"
"We shall." Her eyes sparkled as she looped her arm with Tony's. A few nearby gossips began talking rapidly amongst themselves. Several sets of eyes followed them including Steve's who wanted to shake his head. Tony did not need more alcohol. Honestly.
"So what do you think Thor and Peter are getting up to back home?" Natasha kept pace with Tony as they moved through the crowd towards the huge bar. That was Tony's favorite type of bar. Well he kind of liked just about any kind of bar.
"Probably destroying something. Who knows?" Tony shrugged. He could repair whatever it was, plus JARVIS would let him know if something went wrong and all the sensitive areas were monitored by his AI so Tony figured everything was safe. He hoped.
A soft snort escaped Natasha, "You've got some admirers." She smirked slightly, "And several seem to enjoy the view."
"I can't blame them. I'm quite handsome." He grinned widely as the bartender walked towards them. "Scotch."
"Make that two." Natasha spoke up.
"You don't drink scotch."
"I can hold my alcohol, Stark. I drink whatever I chose." The bartender set both glasses down as Tony stuffed a tip into the bowl before leading Natasha back to their table.
Glancing around as they set back down Tony slipped his free hand into his pocket to retrieve his phone. A few buttons and the sound of his AI filtered out. "How are things at home, JARVIS?"
"Peter and Thor have moved into the kitchen for dinner. So far a bag of flour has become the first casualty in their 'quest' for sustenance."
Tony snickered, "Thanks, J. Keep an eye on them."
"Always, Sir."
The device slipped back into his pocket as Tony took a drink. Steve was heading in their direction, a determined look on his handsome features. Warmth pooled in Tony's stomach. Who knew he had a kink for a dominate partner? Tony had no problem discovering and exploring kinks. It was one of his favorite pastimes.
"Would you like to dance?"
Well. Tony had not expected that. He blinked in surprise. He had never seen Steve dance and when they went to these things in the past Steve had more than enough dance offers. Steve never took anyone up on them.
"Dance?" Tony wasn't sure if he had felt more lost, but he allowed Steve to pull him to his feet. To lead him over to where couples were dancing to something that Tony did not recognize.
He felt Steve position his hands, move close and then the supersoldier was leading Tony in a slightly familiar dance. A truly happy grin was present on Steve's features and Tony found himself grinning back as he allowed Steve to lead them around the dance floor. There were a few noticeable flashes, but Tony didn't care. That expression made it worth it. Made coming to this stupid benefit for PR worth it.
His eyes caught sight of a very familiar reporter who was staring at him with an unreadable expression. She caught him staring and cocked an eyebrow. Tony smirked and turned his gaze back to Steve. "I didn't know you danced." He commented idly.
"I don't."
Tony furrowed his eyebrow, "Ok. You have lost me. That just…doesn't work. You don't dance but you asked me to dance and now we're dancing around the floor like you've been dancing your entire life—" the fond expression on Steve's face caused Tony's jaw to snap shut. "What?" it was slightly defensive though not hostile.
"This is my first dance."
"Your first dance? Why? What were you waiting for? Didn't others ask you?"
A wistful expression took over Steve's features, "I was waiting for the right partner."
And there was something very important about that comment. Something Tony couldn't place, but wished he could. There was something behind that. Something that went with the whole never dancing before and yet being so serene about it. Tony resolved to find out what that something was in the future. For now he'd focus elsewhere.
"Then how are you doing so well?"
Pink tinted Steve's cheeks now, "I studied it. JARVIS helped."
Suddenly Tony had the most adorable image in his head of Steve asking JARVIS about dancing, cheeks pink with embarrassment as he taught himself how to dance with JARVIS helping. It was so very perfect and so very Steve that Tony found himself moving to kiss the other man. "Recently I have discovered a very interesting fantasy that involves you wearing the Captain America uniform. We should seriously consider it." it was completely out of left field and Steve had no idea what had brought that up.
A startled laugh escaped Steve as his eyes sparkled with humor, the embarrassment faded from his features and Tony mentally applauded himself for the distraction. Though he honestly had a Captain America fantasy that had come to him quite recently. "Then again…I kind of have one that involves your military dress uniform as well…"
Steve turned them once more as he continued to lead as the music changed slightly into a different song, but a similar pacing. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Something naughty I hope."
Peter glanced around the kitchen at the flour, broken eggs and something that looked like chili powder…but couldn't be because he didn't even know where chili powder was in the huge kitchen. Thor was looking around at the destruction. It was hard for Peter not to laugh because the god of thunder was covered in flour. When he moved puffs of white flour escaped into the air and then Thor sneezed. A huge cloud of flour filled the space and Peter lost it. Laughing helplessly even as he called for JARVIS to place a pizza order for them.
Thor was grinning as he tried patting himself down and instead left huge Thor sized handprints everywhere. "Showers. Then food." Peter declared.
"Aye. A worthy plan."
It was one of the fastest showers he'd taken, but Peter threw himself onto the couch and stretched out. He was far too old for someone to watch him, but having someone at the Tower while the others were trying to gain good PR was better for him. Less lonely. Plus Thor had not been present for that latest debacle so he didn't deserve to be punished.
Just as Thor was coming into the room JARVIS alerted Peter to the arrival of the food. The teenager walked to the elevator with Thor following so they could meet the delivery driver down in the lobby. Peter crossed the floor to the pizza delivery boy who was staring around the place with a look of awe.
"Hello!" Thor boomed with a grin as he approached. The guy startled before staring at Thor. "Is that ours?"
Peter stepped forward, paid the guy as Thor collected the boxes. They rode the elevator up as Thor munched on a piece of pizza.
It was almost an hour later before Peter couldn't help himself. "Loki is your brother, right?"
A startled look crossed Thor's features before he nodded. "Yes. Loki is my brother. We grew up together."
"He was adopted? Like me?"
Thor stared at him in consideration, "Yes. He was adopted. Though I was unaware of this until the incidents on both Earth and Asgard. It has never mattered to me. Loki has always been my brother, will always be my brother. Our relationship may be strained, but I still love him." Now the god of thunder looked off out the window. "He has been deeply hurt. Feels as though he has personally been injured. Time. He just needs some time. Needs to realize he is still welcome on Asgard. That he is still part of our family. I have hope that he will give me a chance again. Being around mother is good for him."
Peter nodded, "I'm sure he will. Sometimes something hurts so much that it knocks you down and it takes forever to get back to your feet. From what I have heard he hasn't honestly hurt anyone since the Avengers were first formed. Maybe he is getting better?"
"No. He has not injured anyone lately. Though he did turn Tony into a child."
"I know. That's how I met him."
Thor stared at Peter before shaking his head, "While we were on Asgard. Loki turned Tony into a child to make a point of some sort."
Now Peter was staring at Thor, "Seriously? He turned him into a child twice?"
"Yes. Tony at times reminds me of the best of my brother. The intelligence and sharp tongue. There is also a self-hatred there that both of them seem to possess. Loki has his good moments and his bad just like others. I once had a focus on war and violence. Thanks to Jane and my father I have realized my folly."
"That was…deep." Peter took a drink before turning all of his attention back to Thor. "Is that why he doesn't really like Dad?"
"Possibly. Though it might be due to the fact that he was not able to corrupt Tony during the battle. That cost him."
"Hmm. Makes sense. Do you have any stories from when you were a child? You and Loki?" Peter asked watching as Thor's face lit up.
"I have many." Enthusiasm caused Thor's whole personality to shine. Then he was launching into a tale about a prank Loki and he had played when they were children. Wild explanations of places Peter could only dream of filled his mind as Thor continued to speak.
It was late when the other Avengers finally stumbled into Avengers Tower once JARVIS had explained that both Peter and Thor were still in the movie room. Tony glanced at the clock reading almost three. He moved carefully because falling over was not a good idea. Then Steve would never let him drink at those events ever again. And things like that needed alcohol.
Peter was curled up in the chair closest to the huge couch wrapped in a cover while Thor was sprawled out across the whole couch. One arm dangled over the side. Both animals were asleep on the floor.
Natasha grabbed one of the blankets from the closet to drape over Thor before she moved back over to Bruce who headed in the direction of the nearest bedroom. Both completely ready to get out of the formal attire and into bed.
Tony beamed, "See! Thor was an excellent choice." He was beyond proud of this fact. Steve just grinned at him.
"An excellent choice indeed."
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