Title: Timelines
Author: Quietshade
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Eventual Steve/Tony, Tony/Pepper, past Steve/Peggy, Howard/Maria, Clint/Natasha, Thor/Jane.
Universe: Movieverse (Earth-199999)
Beta: Doomsymphony (Saixkosmos)
Warning: Slash, M/M, Strong Language.
Word Count: 6,310
Disclaimer: All Marvel characters and reference belong to them not to me.
Summary: Tony is a man of the future who can't manage to accept his past and Steve is a man of the past who have a hard time accepting his future because of this they understand each other and help one another come in terms with their times.
Timelines
Chapter two
"Mr. Stark! Mr. Stark!" He looked over his shoulders, to find a familiar but not pleasant face and wondered if that blonde reporter took a like on following him.
"Oh hi, there…" He made as if he couldn't remember the name, in fact she had harassed him so many times that year that he was having problems forgetting her name.
"Christine." She said irritated. "Seriously Tony I know you are faking it."
"Yeah, to the point, what do you want?" She took out from her pulse a small recorder and sends him a cheeky smile, as if that could buy him.
"Just a few questions." And by that she meant all she could get from him until he got tired of her. "Rumors say that the Stark Mansion is being used as The Avengers H.Q. is this true?"
God it had only been two days since the guys moved to the mansion and the reporters were already all over it.
"Nonsense, my house is no one's H.Q." She smirked at him, as if telling him she knew he was lying and took out from her pulse some photos, by experience Tony knew that reporters plus photos was never good news.
"Then what can you say about these photos." She showed him a photo of what seemed to be Clint, Thor and Steve playing basketball on the mansion's yard.
He suppressed the urge to groan, he had not been away for more than two days and Barton had already paid then a visit, he just hoped that Natasha hadn't tagged along or else he would need to revise the whole house in search of spying devices, not to mention that he would need JARVIS to change all his security passwords.
"Some of The Avengers members are using the mansion as a temporary rest place, which does not make it their H.Q." He deadpanned feeling more and more like leaving, but not doing so as it would look as if he was running away.
"Does that mean that Stark Enterprise will be funding The Avengers initiative?" he saw that coming, many people were already harassing him about his active participation in The Avengers initiative and many of them used that as an excuse to try to get the company out of his hands.
"No, Stark Enterprise has nothing to do with The Avengers and won't be funding them."
"You being part of it, is your definition of having nothing to do with it?" She said with a raised eyebrow.
"Correction, I'm not part of The Avengers initiative, Iron man is." And that wasn't a lie, Fury had made that clear to him.
"You are Iron man and to quote you said before that the suit and you are one and the same." She looked as she was proud of apparently having the upper hand on the discussion but she would have to do better than that if she wanted Tony to fall.
"I said so and I still believe so but you see, the commander of The Avengers initiative as many of you, seems to differ in that opinion and he stated clearly that the one they wanted business with was Iron man and not Tony Stark." He thanked Nick about that now, at least he got and excuse for the press. "As they don't want any business with me I don't see how Stark Enterprise funding The Avengers is even plausible, not that I have any plans of funding them if they asked, any other question?" She looked annoyed or disappointed but she nodded, crushing Tony's hopes of leaving.
"Yes, we all know the fact that your father and Captain America worked together in the war, how does this affects your relationship with Captain America?" Once again he suppressed the urge to groan, that was how you made Tony fall, using a topic he wasn't up to discuss. His dad and Steve in the same sentence was all he needed to remember their last argument, just his luck.
"That haven't had any special effect on our relationship, I mean we have talked about dad once or twice but that hadn't made him any more special than the others Avengers." That was one hell of a lie, half of the fights he had with Steve where about Howard, but he would be dammed if he let that slip to the press. "Now if you excuse me in running late for a meeting."
He did his best to leave in a rush without looking like he was running away from the woman, which he was, and he sighed in content when he entered the limo.
"Where to, boss?" Happy asked him looking at him from the rearview mirror.
"Back home." He took his cellphone out and quickly dialed Pepper's number, she picked it up after two rings, and he talked before she could even greet him. "I'm beginning to think that the blonde reporter from Vanity fairs is stalking me, seriously, if this keeps up I'm getting a restriction order." He heard Pepper laugh in the other end of the phone.
"Was it that bad?" No it wasn't the worse he has had that week but the she was freaking him out, after all this was the third time she interviewed him that week.
"It could have been worse." He said finally and he could almost see Pepper smiling at him.
"When are you going back to New York?" He groaned, why was everyone so determined on reminding him of Steve.
"If I'm allowed to, not anytime soon." Even without Pepper being there he could tell she was frowning.
"Don't tell me you got in another argument with Captain America." She knew him way too well.
"Is not that, I just want to spend more time here with you." He knew she would see right through his lie, but he didn't lose anything trying.
"Tony don't lie to me, I thought that the whole idea of allowing them to move to the mansion was to try to get along with each other." She sounded annoyed, right she didn't like it when he lied.
"I'm doing just fine with Thor." That came out weak, almost as a whisper, knowing what she meant but trying to avoid it.
"Tony." There was a warning tone in her voice.
"Is just that… you didn't see him Pepper, he got the same disapproving stare that my father used to give me, is like going back to the past, I'm ten again and my father is lecturing me about how disappointed he is." He knew he had crossed some kind of limit line with his last joke, Steve had been furious and he hadn't meant to get him upset.
He knew he must have apologized right away but the expression on Steve face send him back to his childhood and he did just as if it was another argument with Howard, he shut himself from anything that could harm him. He was trying really hard to get along with the man, but it was hard for him to, when said man was always bringing Howard into their conversations. God he could even feel the man comparing him with his dad every time he did something wrong.
"Oh Tony, if it was going to be this hard for you, you shouldn't have offered your house." He did regret offering the mansion now, but he was in a team with him, there was no way for him to avoid the man and now that they were living together the likely of them patching things up was higher.
"No I still think it was a good idea, just let me gather my front and I'll be back into the fight." He heard her talk to someone in the other end of the line.
"Tony dear I need to leave you now, I have a meeting." She sounded exasperated, which meant they were probably harassing her about a contract or something, he almost felt bad for leaving most of the company's responsibilities to her.
"Ok, we'll talk tonight… love you." The last part came out as a whisper, he hated it when he sounded like a love sick teenager, but that's how he felt with Pepper.
"I love you too, take care and stop avoiding the man." He laughed with bitterness at that last statement, right now he did not believe he could even look at the man to the face, he feared too much what he might find on his face, an expression he had been trying so hard to forget all this years.
He sighed, letting himself submerge on his thoughts, going to places he wanted to forget, but being too weak to stop them from drowning him. He knew that Steve and Fury were both right, there were many things about his dad that he did not know yet. He was more than the cold man he remembered him being, he saw the video, and he knew he had cared about Tony, but he didn't know to what extent, nor did he knew why the man had been so cold toward him.
Even so knowing all this, he couldn't bring himself to just accept the fact that his father had wanted the best for him, that he had done all he did because he wished for Tony's wellbeing, he couldn't just take that. All he could think about his father was the fact that he had broken Tony beyond repair, that every time he remembered his dad it was a memory so bitter that he felt the pain flood right through his skin, that almost every nightmare he had were about Howard being disappointed of him, telling him how messed up he was. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to put those seventeen years of misery behind.
He covered his eyes with his arm, feeling the start of a headache.
"You ok boss?" he heard Happy ask him.
"I'll be fine." He sighed deeply. He really was in need of a good cup of coffee and a few of his favorite donuts. "Actually Happy, we ought to stop to buy some coffee and do-" He was cut in mid-sentence by a big explosion to his right. The shock sent him flying toward the window and he hit the glass, the impact blurring his vision for a moment and he felt blood running down his side.
"Not this again!" He groaned as he sat upright to look up at Happy, the man was unconscious but was breathing and save the blood on his forehead he seemed unharmed. Quickly he went down to look for his suitcase under Happy's seat but the moment he grabbed it a masked man opened the door to his right and, before he could do anything covered his mouth, he felt his consciousness slipping. Damn was the last thing he thought about before blanking out.
He woke up to one hell of a headache, one of the worse he had in a long time, he felt nauseate and fought the urge to roll to his side and puke. He heard some distant voices in the back of his head but he didn't understand what they were saying, they were not talking in English his mind provided, and for a moment he panicked, feeling as if he was back in the cave with the battery being his life support.
After a moment he calmed down, his memories clearing and his panic turned into worry as he tried to concentrate on the voices which sounded clearer now. They weren't talking in English but it was a language he knew, German.
"…ake up yet?" A rough voice asked.
"No sir, those mercenaries might have over done it." One of the men groaned.
"I'll cut their payment. He was supposed to be unharmed." He heard some cloth rustling. "Keep an eye on him and bring him the nursery if anything happens." He heard the footstep of the man and a door shut.
They wanted him alive and lucid at most, which was a good thing and something on his advantage. He moved his hands slowly and quietly, he was cuffed but they weren't harmed. Surely his enemies didn't learn one damn thing about him, they were dammed if they though some handcuff and a lonely guard could stop Tony Stark.
He rolled to his side, making some choking noises, as if he was going to puke. The guard was right beside him in a moment, holding him in place. The sudden movement made his head spin and hurt, and he didn't have to fake the whine that escaped his throat. He heard the guard rustle, looking for something and soon after that he heard the clinging of metal to metal. The guard opened the cuff on his feet and he took that as his cue. He opened his eyes looking at the guard for the first time, too young he thought, and grabbed his head slamming it hard against the bed's metal. The young man passed out with a face of utter surprise.
"Idiots." His voice was rusted and sloppy, which made him wonder how long he had been out. Slowly he stood and the room started spinning around him to the point he had to lean on the wall for support. He breathed deeply and the room stopped spinning, he knew there were chances of him having a concussion.
He looked around for the first time. It was a pretty small room, no windows, no ventilation ducts, no way out other than the door. He checked the guard and found some keys and a gun. Whoever kidnapped him this time wasn't really smart, leaving a novice with a gun within Tony's reach was never a good idea. He opened his handcuff and walked to the door, opening it partially he looked outside in search of guards. He spotted a guard patrolling the corridor, the man was giving his back to Tony and he longed for some chloroform at the moment.
He waited for the guard to turn around in a corner in order to slip his head outside, looking at both sides he confirmed that no guards were near, he then ran as fast and silently as he could to the opposite side of which the guard had gone. He stopped at the corner of the corridor to see if any other guard was there, when he saw none he ran down to the corridor, but stopped mid-way when he realized that running around the corridors wouldn't bring any good. He looked around and smiled when he spotted a ventilation duct.
He attached the gun to his belt, realizing for the first time that his formal suit was gone and had been replaced by some old clothes, he really was suffering from a concussion if he had missed that detail before. He opened the duct and stood on his toes in order to enter it. It was so narrow that he barely fit inside it and he was grateful for two things at that moment, of not being claustrophobic and -despise his earlier jealousy on that behalf- of not being as big as Steve. He made his way through the duct as fast as he could as he knew it was a matter of time for the guards to realize what had happened.
He wandered in the ducts for many minutes, coming across an opening from time to time, but they were either room like the one he had woken up in or more corridors. After an exhaustive search he came across a room with many computers and he grinned, finally finding what he was searching for. He pressed his ear to the opening and after hearing nothing apart from the slight buzzing of the computers he opened the duct and made his way down the room.
Wasting no time he went for the mainframe and violated the security of the system with ease, gaining access to it, in the screen appeared many codes and schemes. He frowned when he noticed how oddly familiar they were to him, but having no time to analyze them he settled for establishing a connection with one of the Starks satellites. He sent JARVIS an emergency call and a copy of whatever they were working on, he protected the connection the best he could, knowing that it would took them a while -hopefully time enough for the information to be sent safely- to break the safety.
He stood from the chair and walked toward the opening but as he was reaching for the duct the door slid open and two guards entered the room. "Found him!" one of them shouted in German.
"Crap!" he turned around, gun in hand and ready for anything.
"Seize him! Do not kill him!" in a few second he was surrounded by many guards and He dropped the gun having no use for it against so many guards. "Bastard American." A man, presumably the leader made his way to the front and Tony recognized his voice from before. He grabbed a hand full of Tony's hair and kicked him hard in the guts. He fell to his knee, clutching his stomach the pain making his vision blurs. "Dislocate his legs, made sure he can't move around, no American will make fun of us."
He closed his eyes and grunted, feeling his injured hearth beat faster in his ears, this was going to hurt. Some guards made their way to his side and it wasn't long before he heard an ear piercing shriek erupt from his mouth, hot tears strolled down his cheeks and he sobbed as everything begun to fade out.
He blinked slowly, the pain numbing his sense and blurring his vision. Just like last time he heard some noises in the back of his mind, only that this time it wasn't some guards talking, it was the full noises of a battle going on outside. He blinked once, twice and the room became clear to him, same room as before. He tried to sit and hissed when a rush of pain ran through him, he looked down at his leg, both legs were dislocate but to his relief there seemed not to be any broken bone, whoever kidnaped him wanted him at his best.
He let himself fall on the mattress, he was sure that the ones battling out there were the others Avengers but no matter how hard he wanted to stand and help in the fight, there was no way for him to do so in his current state, so he lay there waiting for them to find him. He was beginning to doss off when he heard the door open with a loud noise, he looked at it to find Natasha, gun in hand and leg in the air, and behind her a really worried Steve.
"Huh, took you long enough." His voice came out rasped almost like a whisper and damned that he sounded too broken for his like. Natasha was at his side in a moment.
"Are you all right Stark?" he raised his eyebrow, was that worry he heard in Natasha's voice?
"Yeah, the bastards dislocated my legs but at least they didn't break them…" he trailed off and looked at Steve, the man was looking at him with this hard gaze and he flinched a little under it. "Can you relocate them?" his gaze went back to Natasha, she nodded.
"Hold him still." She said to Steve and he complied. "This is going to hurt." He breathed deeply and screamed when another wave of pain ran through him, it was finished after a moment and he was left sweating and panting. "Grab him by the arm." He was lifted by his right arm and a hand was on his hip, his feet barely touching the floor. Had he been in better conditions he would have protested, but for now he was grateful to them for not carrying him bride style as he had already received enough harm to his pride.
He had been barely conscious of his surroundings. He knew that Steve had dragged him across the corridors, and that Natasha had defeated every guard that dared to challenge them. Still it wasn't until he heard Thor speaking to him that he focused on what was going on around him.
"Thou seem to be in a bad shape my friend." He smiled, but he was sure it came out as a grimace. He looked around for a bit, they were outside in some kind of desert and the Hellicarrier was in front of them.
"Have seen better days." He admitted and he looked at Clint who in return frowned at him.
"You can't walk?" He felt Steve adjust him, the man was unusually quiet.
"Dislocated my legs, I'll be fine." Clint nodded and they walked toward the Helicarrier, there he was greeted by Fury and some medics with a wheelchair.
"How come you are more troubles to me than benefits?" he chuckled drily.
"Being kidnaped can't be considered my fault." Steve dropped him in the wheelchair and he whined when the insistent pain coming from below his waist intensified. Steve looked down at him with worry but he shook his head assuring the man that he was fine.
"You know, I could tell you at least ten reason of why being kidnaped is your fault." That promised one hell of an argument later, but right now he was too tired to try to argue with an angry Colonel, instead he threw his head back, letting himself drown into oblivion.
Next time he woke up, there was no numbing pain, nauseating feelings, explosions or stupid Germans guard, nothing but the low noises made by the hospital's machines. He looked at his side to find Pepper seated by his side, her head resting on the bed. He smiled and ran a hand through her hair and she stirred, looking up at him, her eyes instantly filling with tears.
"Hey." She hit him halfheartedly and buried her face in his chest. He could felt her hot tears drenching the fabric of his shirt.
"You scared the life out of me, you idiot." She sobbed and he hugged her with one arm.
"I'm sorry, Pep." He lifted her chin and kissed her, sighing happily as he had missed her greatly. "Happy! How's Happy?" he asked, suddenly remembering that his chauffer had been in the explosion with him.
"He is ok, he wasn't harmed and they didn't kidnap him. He was really worried about you though." He nodded and kissed her again, going for a deeper kiss this time but suddenly the door opened.
"Oh." Said a really flushed Steve from the door, Tony raised an eyebrow in amusement. Who knew that Captain America could blush like that just from seeing a kiss? "I- I'll come back later." With that he left the room in a hurry, both Pepper and him burst out in laugh.
"God we probably scarred the man." Pepper didn't look as embarrassed as she sounded.
"Not our fault that the man is a fucking boy scout." Pepper hit him in the arm, without much force.
"Language Tony." He went down and gave her a quick peek. "Anyways I have to go back to LA this evening."
"So soon?" He whined, pulling her closer to him, she laughed at him.
"Yes, someone have to take care of your company." He nuzzled his cheek against her hair as she kissed him on the neck.
"It is technically your company and as the boss you can take a few days of vacation to take care of your injured boyfriend." She rolled her eyes at him.
"We both know that I would love to do that, but I have a meeting tomorrow morning with Mr. Fujikawa and we hadn't been in his good side since you broke up with his daughter." He frowned.
"She cheated on me with Ty!" It still hurt him to think about that, she had been the last serious relationship he had and look at how it ended. "What else could I do?" This time it was Pepper who nuzzled him in the neck, in an attempt to soothe his rage.
"I know Tony, I know." He sighed, letting his distress flow.
"Do I at least get a consolation prize?" He tried for his tone to be as seductive as he could, and he saw Pepper blush to his delight.
"Tony! Not while you are at the hospital!" He chuckled at her reaction.
"Oh come on, you just crushed many of my fantasies." He kissed her deeply and took a hold of her waist, doing his best to pull her up to the bed ignoring the faint twinge in his legs.
"Tony." She probably intended for it to be a threat but instead it came as a moan and he smirked knowing that he was winning the fight. Soon enough both of them were moaning shamelessly, hands roaming everywhere until the door opened for the second time and Tony groaned, he was going to kill Steve if it was him again.
"Sorry to interrupt you but I'm under orders to take Mr. Stark." He looked to the new comer to find Coulson smiling in amusement. Why was life so cruel to him?
"Of course." Pepper said with embarrassment, she looked at him as if telling him that it was his fault -it wasn't, it was Coulson's- but kissed him goodbye nonetheless.
He realized that he wasn't truly in a hospital, it was actually the medical division of SHIELD. Coulson guided his wheelchair through the many corridors of the SHIELD H.Q. until they arrived at a door Tony had become used to. Coulson passed his ID through the identifier and the door to the meeting room opened, all the other Avengers already there. Coulson left him in the space between Bruce and Clint.
Bruce smiled at him warmly, worry evident on his face, he forced himself to smile back but god they were over reacting, he have had it worse before, if this continued the way it was going he would have Steve pitying him next,
"Good to see you awake Stark." He looked at Fury not hiding his annoyance.
"Good to be awake, would be better if your agents waited for me to finish my business." He saw with much amusement Steve ears blush and Fury looked from Steve to him, with an eyebrow raised.
"Huh, something tells me I don't want to know." Clint said from his side.
"Down to work, we are here because of the event involving stark's kidnaping." Fury turned on the screen behind him, showing an image of some kind of warehouse in the desert. "The people involved in your kidnaping were a pro-Nazi group, that hadn't been active until recently and my people are investigating their motive and the reason as to why suddenly they seem to be more active." He changed the picture to one of death man that looked as if he had rabies. "Regrettably as the Nazi in the war they commit suicide and blow they facilities the moment they lose a fight, this time the explosion cost us two of our agents." He didn't remember any explosion, thus it must have happened after he passed out and by the look of pure grim the team had it was evident that more than one of them blamed themself for the death of those agents. "Stark do you have any idea of their reason for kidnaping you?"
"No I don't, but whoever ordered them wanted me at my best, as they were under orders of not harming me." He heard Steve snigger bitterly.
"You call that not being harmed?" He looked at the man, and on his face was that strange expression he carried before, one that Tony couldn't name but that seemed so unlike him.
"I had it worse in Afghanistan, at least they didn't threaten my life." He said tapping his arc reactor. Suddenly the codes and scheme he saw in the kidnapper's base came back to his mind and he knew why they seemed so familiar.
"Stark are you all right?" He focused his gaze on the room, eyes still wide with surprise, he didn't knew why he hadn't seen it before. Everyone was looking at him with a worried expression and Clint was holding him in place.
"I'm ok." he said dismissing Clint. "I need to go to my workshop." He said with excitement, moving to leave but collapsing back in place when his legs reminded him of the abuse they have been put through, he forgot his injures in his excitement.
"What the hell Stark?" Clint shouted at him and he felt two strong hands holds him in place and he looked up to come face to face with Steve.
"Don't." the man said in a tone that leaved no place for argument. Tony shook his head nevertheless.
"I'm fine, is just that I might have realized what they wanted from me." Now everyone was looking at him in surprise. "Before they dislocated my legs, I manage to escape to their control room, they were working on something that I didn't quite recognize, but the codes and scheme seemed oddly familiar, so I send a copy of it to JARVIS." He explained, and Fury face lighted like a Christmas tree, just from hearing that he manage to get a copy of something. "I just remembered why they were so familiar, they looked a lot like some notes I read on one of my dad's old notebooks. I think they might have been after my knowledge about the arc reactor."
Fury looked contemplative for a moment, as always he knew more than he let through, but Tony ignored that, it wasn't like he was honest to the man all the time. Fury looked at him with a face full of determination.
"This is the second time in two years that you been kidnaped. The fourth time in the same amount of time, that you been almost killed because of that thing in your chest and each time you are injured or kidnapped it becomes a problem I have to deal with." This was going on a way that Tony didn't like at all. "I don't care what you thing about bodyguards, I'm assigning you a babysitter, right now."
"What? No! Last time you assigned someone to me, he said he would taze me and watches Supernanny while I drooled into the carpet." Tony heard Clint snigger at his side and glared at him, it hadn't been funny at all… actually it had been quite intimidating because he knew Coulson had been dead serious.
"You are not walking out of this and I'm happy to hear that agent Coulson is taking his job seriously." There was this seriously annoying smirk on Fury's face, and Tony swore that the man must have been laughing in his behalf. "Though I'm sorry to inform you that Agent Coulson is too busy to be assigned as your babysitter, but don't worry I'll assign you one of our most competent agents." He grimaced, assigning an agent as his bodyguard was just a way for Fury to keep him at bay and for him to spy on his work, to make sure he knew what Tony was working on.
"Permission to talk, sir." He heard Steve said from behind him, his hands were still on Tony's shoulders, he noticed.
"Go ahead Rogers." Tony looked up at Steve, seeing the seriousness in his face he wondered what was going through his mind.
"Would it be all right for me to take on that position?" He was shocked to say the least Captain America wanted to be his bodyguard? The man never seize to amaze him and if he thought about the circumstance, it was a great idea, Steve didn't know a thing about technology which mean he couldn't report to Fury about his work.
"Yes, that's a great idea! I ratter had America's golden boy watching me than one of your crazy agents." He looked at Clint and then to Natasha. "No offense meant." He added quickly, knowing too well, what both of them could do to him in a bad mood.
"I see no reason as to why you couldn't be Stark's… Bodyguard." Tony got the feeling that Fury was going for babysitter but refrained from doing so, probably not wanting to offend Steve.
"Thanks, sir." Steve smiled politely, looking down to Tony for the first time, once again in his face that expression that seemed so unlike Captain America and that was beginning to look a lot like remorse. Tony blinked at him not sure of what he should be saying to the man, thanks for saving him from one of Fury's crazy agents? Sorry for offending him the last time they talked? He settled for saying nothing and looked away from the man.
"Well I see no need to prolong this meeting, you are all dismissed." He stood from his chair and sends a suspicious glare to Tony. "And Stark, I expect a report about your findings soon."
"Yeah, yeah, I'll have Cap brings you a report soon." He waved at him as Steve turned the chair around heading for the exit. Clint came to his side and grinned at him.
"Rogers I pity you, you are going to have a hard time babysitting Stark." Tony looked at him with a frown.
"You are just jealous because I choose Steve over you. Don't worry I have a heart big enough for two, you can always join us, if you get what I mean." He kept his tone innocent but the gaze he sent to Clint told otherwise and Clint blushed heavily.
"Oh, man that's gross!" He said covering his face and rushing out of the room. Tony looked up at Steve who was blushing as bad as Clint.
"I- it would be adequate if you restrain from making such comments." He stuttered a bit and his blush made him look impossible cute. Tony laughed hard finding it amusing.
"You are not fun!" He said halfheartedly, because just making the man blush was hilarious.
"I would like to join you my friends!" He turned to his right to see Thor walking to them.
"Good, welcome aboard." Steve made a choked noise, knowing that Thor hadn't get the sexual innuendo, but still blushing more if that was even possible. "What about you Banner wanna join the fun?" He said to Bruce at his left. "I can think of many nice things we could do as a quartet." Banner shock his head with horror painted all over his face.
"That's so wrong." It was barely above a whisper but hard enough for them to hear it. Steve looked like he wanted to run away from the place and Thor looked plainly confused. He laughed and couldn't help it, but dropped the subject, deciding he had laughed enough in expense of the younger blond, for the day that is. He was going to enjoy these days of Steve as his bodyguard.