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After some very fun and exciting making out, Thor and Steve ate a hardy breakfast. Steve couldn't remember the last time he had eaten so much. He always had to live with small amounts of food back then, so he grew accustom to not eating much. But now that Thor was here, the captain finally felt enthusiastic about more than just saving people's lives and justice and what not.
When Steve finished, he stood and went over to the sink to clean his plate. But before he even picked up the sponge, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. Steve dropped the plate in the sink and turned around expecting an exuberant kiss, but instead Thor just held him and smiled.
Steve blushed and enjoyed the attention, but soon felt overwhelmed by the god's gaze.
"So…should we go see what the others are doing?" Steve inquired.
"I know that I am still not familiarized to your Midgardian ways, but I do not think that you should be seen in public in your current state."
"What do you mean?"
Thor gave a smirk and pulled the captain off to the bathroom. After being placed in front of the mirror, Steve practically had a panic attack. He was a complete mess. His entire face, neck and upper chest were littered with large dark bite marks. Thor booming laughter echoed through the room.
Steve sighed and playfully prodded the god in his stomach, "You're lucky that I heal so quickly."
As he stared at the mirror, Steve took a moment to gently graze over one of the marks with the tips of his fingers. It wasn't exactly his cup of tea, but he liked it nonetheless because it was from Thor. Now, he was actually beginning to mourn that these marks would disappear all too quickly. A frown had placed itself upon the captain's face. Thor reached over and smoothed his hand over the marks, "Do not worry. I will certainly make more of these when we are alone once more."
Steve blushed furiously, but didn't deny the want for more of these marks.
"How about we cleanse ourselves while we have the time?" he asked, gesturing toward the shower. Steve, having now been introduced to the new kinky side of his brain, jumped at the chance to get naked.
"Sure, Thor."
They both simultaneously removed their clothes and walked into the large shower stall together. Steve was still his nervous old self in the end and Thor comforted him with a kiss. They then mutually helped one anther clean themselves, but when it came to the more 'private areas' Steve backed off and the god understandingly turned and finished his business by himself, giving the captain time alone.
Thor continued to stand facing away as he waited and relaxed, letting the warm water of the shower hit his skin. Steve had finished cleaning himself a while ago, but he just stayed there and stared at the god before him as water trickled down his body. Then, he came up with a brilliant plan. He walked quietly up to Thor, whether the god noticed or not he still remained facing away. Then, Steve attacked. He looped his arms around Thor to keep him still and placed his mouth on Thor's neck. He began to imitate the way that he had felt Thor suck and bite him. Thor groaned happily at Steve's sudden interest in getting physical, but stayed docilely unmoving, wanting Steve to feel empowered and more content with the physical aspect of this relationship.
After a few minutes, Steve pulled back to joyfully revel in the accomplishment of producing a sizeable hickey. Thor smiled and ruffled the man's hair.
When they walked out of the bathroom in only their towels, Steve suddenly realized he had nothing to wear. He followed closely behind Thor as he walked in his closet.
"I do not understand why so many different choices are needed to cloth one self."
Steve chuckled, "I don't get it either."
Thor rifled through the hanging clothes and pulled out a thin, very dark purple sweater.
"I believe this would suit you well," Thor stated and handed the sweater to Steve.
"Oh, ok," Steve said, taking it from him and finding some pants. The pants that he found fit quite nice besides the height issue, but the sweater was much too large. Steve felt so small now compared to the god as the sweater fell off both of his shoulders. Thor saw him pouting and smiled, "What seems to be the problem?"
The captain raised an eyebrow, "It doesn't fit."
"Did you not think that it is perhaps intended to be that large?" he said and then dropped his eyes to stare at Steve's creamy white shoulders. The man blushed at the attention. Thor grinned, "It creates much more ease in effectively kissing you without the physical boundaries of clothing."
Steve stripped himself of the sweater, "Then, I'll just wear it when we're alone later."
Thor gave him a confused look, "Do you not wished to be kissed by me in a public setting, Steve?"
Steve turned away, "This isn't going to be accepted, Thor. We're both men. We're teammates. And you're a god and I'm human. It's as taboo as it's gonna get."
"I do not see how any of those things would stop us from loving one another, Steven. The people of Asgard love one another no matter the gender or rank. Love is love. And we do not punish those who fall into it. Midgard has been filled with much hate, but I know that our comrades will not think any less of you."
Steve then made a face that reminded Thor of last night's conversation.
"They already find it troublesome to be around me even if they're too nice to say it. And I don't want Tony to find another thing to tease me about. I've already told you; I'm fed up."
After quickly grabbing a random t-shirt, Steve bolted to the elevator and watched Thor stare at him in sadness as the doors closed. Despite his mood, Steve tried his best to put on a smile as the elevator doors opened onto the common area floor of the building. His other teammates gave their own greetings and much to Steve's dismay, Tony outright ignored him. Steve sat down next to Clint and struck up where they had left off last's night conversation.
After a few minutes, Thor came down from his room. He, just as Steve, acted like everything was completely normal. Tony popped his head up, "Now that everyone's here, how about game of poker?"
This immediately caught Thor's attention, much to Steve's chagrin. Considering there wasn't anything else to do, everyone agreed to the game and the captain had to oblige as well, begrudgingly. Much to his and Thor's misfortune, they wound up sitting next to each other around the large oval table.
After a surprisingly quick time, Thor got the basic rules of the game and they all began to play. When it came to Tony's turn to bet, he started to be- well, a pompous ass and Steve gripped his thigh underneath the table. He seriously didn't understand how anyone got along with this man.
There was sudden warmth on his hand. Steve didn't have to look down to know that it was Thor's hand and he was trying to soothe him. It worked a considerable amount. There was no reason, Steve realized, to be mad at the god and he felt like blurting out right now that he was incredibly sorry for walking out on him. But then again he didn't want to embarrass himself. All he could do was turn over his hand under Thor's and intertwine their fingers. Steve felt Thor give a small sigh telling him that he was now forgiven.
As Tony finished his bet and the game continued, he strikes up a conversation, "So, Steve…Jarvis informed me that you weren't in your own bed last night."
Everyone's head whipped over to look at Steve.
"I stayed up late with Thor. Do you have something against me sleeping on his couch?" Steve asked, smoothly. Becoming friends with Natasha had the benefits of being a better liar.
"Jarvis didn't say anything about a couch," Tony mockingly frowned, "And speaking of Thor, aren't those his clothes?"
Steve glared at him. This man simply did not know when to stop.
"Bet you got into his other 'pants,' too. Didn't you?"
Steve's grip tightened on Thor's hand unconsciously and Thor stared at Tony questioningly. Natasha leaned over and whispered, "He's implying that you two had sex."
Though in any other case Thor would have been flattered someone thought they could be so close, but this time it was made to be a hurtful joke and he was highly offended. Steve didn't want anyone to know about their current romance and Tony teasing about it openly without consent was cruel, especially with how touchy Steve obviously was on the topic of fornication.
Tony chuckled, not noticing Thor's death glare, "I bet you two did it missionary style, right?"
The captain flushed a bright red. Despite not understanding what Tony had meant, Thor felt Steve's grip tighten to the point of breaking a normal person's bones and the god had had enough. He stood from his seat, finally getting Tony's attention.
"You shall not speak of the captain in this manner any longer!"
Tony, at first, seemed overly shocked, but then he sat back in his seat with a smug grin, "You do realize this is my building and everything that happens in it- my business. If you don't like it, you can just leave."
Without saying a word, Steve picked himself up and did as Tony had suggested, he left. Everyone became shell-shocked by the man's dramatic exit.
Though worried about Steve, Thor's anger got the best of him and he jumped over the table and grabbed Tony by the collar.
Tony held up his hands in surrender, "I was just joking, didn't think he would-"
Thor had had enough of the man's blubbering and punched him in the face with just enough force to make it hurt, but not decapitate him, before dropping him on the floor. Too angry for words, he left just as silently as Steve had.
As the elevator doors closed, he called upon Jarvis as he had seen Tony do.
"Yes, sir," came the disembodied voice.
"Where is Steve?"
"He is outside. I will take you to him."
The elevator sprang to life and headed down to the ground floor. Thor rushed out the front doors and scanned the street. Steve sat, not far, on a bench with his head in his hands.
"Steve," Thor sighed, kneeling down and trying to get a good look at the man's face.
"I'm so stupid," Steve sobbed.
Thor placed a hand on the captain's back, "No."
"I knew Tony would do that- I mean, invade my privacy for fun."
"You have nothing to worry about, for he will no longer do such things."
Steve looked up with watery eyes, which nearly make Thor's heart break, "What did you do?"
"I punched him," the god jeered.
The man looked a bit mortified, "I didn't want to hurt him."
"Neither did I," Thor frowned, "but he made my blood boil with how much hurt he had and is still causing you."
There was a loud boom of thunder from the skies to punctuate his anger and the clouds in the sky grew dark.
Steve jumped up into Thor's arms, "Please calm down."
"I feel moronic for letting him proceed in such a manner. I am sorry for not seeing your perspective."
Suddenly, a downpour of rain began to fall on them.
Thor held the captain closer, "He will not bother you any longer."
Steve leaned up and kissed him softly, trying to keep him calm, "…Thank you, Thor." The god gave him a squeeze before letting go and leading the both of them inside from the rain.