Disclaimer: I do NOT own rights to Old Spice or it's commercials, or anything recognizable in this fic. Please don't sue me.

Head Cannon: Thor has recreated every Old Spice add for the amusement of the Avengers.

(Slightly altered to fit what popped into my head when I saw the head cannon.)

AN: If you haven't seen the Old Spice commercials with Mustafa you should really get on You Tube and watch it before reading this, they are hilarious. Also this is super short, meant only as a crack fic filler one shot. Hope you enjoy.

"Hello, ladies, look at your Avenger, now back to me, now back to your Avenger, now back to me. Sadly, he isn't me, but if he stopped using ladies scented body wash and switched to Old Spice he could smell like he's me. Look down, back up, where are you? You're on a hellicarrier with the Avenger your Avenger could smell like. What's in your hand, back at me. I have it, it's my hammer you love so much. Look again, the hammer makes my fly. Anything is possible when your Avenger smells like Old Spice and not a lady. I'm on a Hulk."

Darcy would never regret letting Thor watch the Old Spice commercials. Except, damn her ribs hurt.