Chapter 4.

First off, I would like to apologise for the lack of updates on both my on going Fan fiction's (this and never again!) and I would also like to take this opportunity to thank people for all their support. I don't consider by self to be a very good writer so its nice and encouraging to hear people liking, let alone reading my stories. Also the only reason this got past chapter one was because of icaughtabearonce's encouragements so you all have her to thank as well. You don't know how much a simple story alert or favourite means to me.

Anyway, thank you and please enjoy the new chapter.

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The long, old punch bag jolted about with every bone shattering hit that Steven make. Thor was holding the dust grey bag, covered in black tape, against his body. He didn't even notice when the captain hit it. It felt like me or you would feel a fly landing on us, this annoyed Steven so every strike was harder and heavier. Fast paced R&B pumped out of a nearby stereo. Thor did not much care for it but it helped Steven concentrate besides he found it amusing training with the smaller human. He finally let out a small laugh as he watched the intense frustration and determination in Steven's eyes.

"what!" the human snapped, breathing heavily. Thor was just about to reply with a defence muffled in laughter at the how much the pathetic little man wanted to prove himself when the door slide open. A small, conservatively dressed red head poked her head round the door and with an air of authority, turned down the music dramatically.

"sorry boys, but I'm afraid Mr. Furry would like to talk to all of you" Pepper smiled and turned on her heels. Thor may be an alien but he was still a man, he laughed to himself again.

"she's pretty"he raised his eyebrows at Steven who turned his head back to the god sharply, a little pink in the cheeks. He had obviously been 'watching' her 'walk away'. But neither actually said it.

"yeah, Tony's done well" Steven turned around to grab a towel, avoiding Thor's gaze.

Thor walked over, turning the dreadful noise off triumphantly and took Steven's hand, catching his eyes for a few second before looking back down at his hand and began to unbind it. Their was a few specks of bloods against the white-grey of the cotton from where Steven had split his knuckles while training. Thor wiped the cuts on his friends hand.

Meanwhile, The shopping trip was over. Bruce and Natasha had fallen on to a sofa in Hawkeye's apartment. Their bags were all over the floor and half them where empty over the floor where Clint had been being nosey and Natasha had showed him something that would help with their 'bedroom problems'.

"you don't have to worry about that any more, babe" Clint explained.

"oh really?" Natasha looked both curious and lust full as she straddled him in the arm chair were he was sitting. Bruce could tell he was going to have to escape soon.

"yeah, I don't have any performance issues."

"hmmm?"she began kissing and nibbling his neck. Bruce began formulating his escape plan.

"yeah when I slept with-" Natasha had gone from stroking his penis through his trousers suggestively to grabbing his balls and squeezing as hard as she could without digging her long red nails in. "honey?" he continued.

"so, not only do you FUCKING cheat on me" she said this through gritted teeth and dug her nails in with her cruse. Clint yelped tensely, trying to lean back in a vain attempt to get away from her almost Vulcan grip on his testicles. "but" she laughed slightly and smiled as her crimson fringe fell over one eye "so, what am I not pretty enough for you. Am I not sexy?" he tried to reassure her that she was but she wasn't listening. "Do I not turn you on on any more, can't I satisfy you. Don't I make you wet and scream for mercy?" she almost looked tearful. Almost that is. Girls do not cry.

"sweetheart, I may still want to have children one day"Clint winced. Natasha gasped in shock of his words. She let go as he sighed a relief but had soon punch him in the face, splitting his lip she was pushing him out of the apartment while shouting Russian at him. She lent against the door blowing her hair out of her eyes like a horse with her arms folded. Bruce stood up.

"what happened to friends with benefits?" he asked, noting the obvious shift in their relationship status that probably not even Clint was aware of.

"i don't have friends, you know that"she snapped.

"yeah" Bruce walked over to stand next to her. "but apparently you have boyfriends now" he sounded shocked and she was shocked with herself to be honest "what was that?" he asked.

"oh I don't know, shut up" she ran her hands through her hair "go try on your new jeans" she changed the subject.

"you brought them?" Bruce refereed to the pair she was pushing him to get in the shop earlier that day.

"who said anything about paying?"

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okay so this really short. Sorry I promise it will be longer next time.