December 18th, 2012

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Following the Battle of New York, Tony Stark and his brand were becoming many things. The days of being a no-accountability war profiteer were already well behind him, but he hardly anticipated playing landlord to a ragtag team of honest-to-god superheros. In the aftermath, that was one the first things he set about doing with Pepper. With her blessing, Tony had thrown himself into it. Never one to half-ass things, he oversaw the extensive remodeling to accommodate the specific needs of each and every Avenger. Several were essentially homeless and there was no initiative for the superpowerly-abled, even in a place as progressive as New York.

Including Steve. Even if he called Stark Tower ugly and immediately found an apartment somewhere in Brooklyn. Even though Tony set aside one of the top 12 floors for him like everyone else. Fine.

Today was all about adding that personal touch. He was giving free room and board, might as well be a gracious sugar daddy about it. Besides, who wanted to thwart crime with a guy or gal whose liquor of choice you couldn't name? Just bad form.

Stopping outside the luxury suite dedicated to the arguably most unique new friendly friend, Tony bounced on his heels. He contemplated just walking in for a split second, but he liked having his cranium hammer-free. And it was still about being gracious--as much as he could be. "JARVIS? Ping Point Break for me." Tony didn't feel like knocking. This was a compromise.

"Mr. Odinson, you have a visitor." JARVIS dutifully announced from within Thor's quarters.

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[st_ormbreaker]

Thor is also oblivious to what Tony is talking about right now. He's mildly irritated that as short as Tony is, he's just tall enough to keep him from observing the street people.

"Sees in what?"

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Staying in place, Tony effectively claimed Thor's view as he turned and pointed out one of the distant buildings nestled in Manhattan. "Oh, hey, that place is pretty good. And that one. Oh, look at that one! Burgers and brew, am I right?"

[st_ormbreaker]

Perhaps Tony does not realize he is being rude, just as Thor had been unaware that it was not proper etiquette to express his appreciation for a beverage by smashing the finished glass to the ground. More likely, though, was that Thor himself was unintentionally being rude; it might be considered impolite to block such a magnificent view from a man of a much smaller stature, and Tony had stepped in to allow him to save face.

Thor cedes the territory to Tony and takes a step back.

"I can appreciate a good drink," he tells Tony. "I hope the drinks here are stronger than in New Mexico."

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"Yeah?" Tony turned back, satisfied (if mystified) with Thor's response. "JARVIS, ping Happy. Get the Bentley ready."

"Mr. Hogan is in Prague with Ms. Potts for the--"

"Right, right. I'll annoint you pilot for this mission, then."

"Very well, sir."

Tony quirked his head expectantly at Thor, imagining the likes of any other Avenger in his position. Banner would have shied away from the red carpet, Rogers would have shirked it, he may or may not have gotten Barton to play along and Natasha...well, she probably had enough pretending to be his secretary for all of two seconds.

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Tony is giving him a queer look, so Thor smiles and hopes that is the appropriate response. Midgardians seemed to be set at ease with a smile.

"Is The Bentley the name of your vehicle?"

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Tony mirrored the affected expression, tapping his fingers restlessly on the metal railing beneath them. "It's a brand of vehicle. Her name's--" a quick stroll through the old cache, "Christine."

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"Was Christine a person that you knew?" Thor asks. The name was Midgardian; Jane had a cousin named Christine. Humans liked to hang out given names that had already belonged to others, Thor had noticed. Some people, like Jane's cousin, were named after other people; others, like Jane were named for something else, like a fictional character from a series of novels.

Thor, on the other hand, had been named after nothing, and he was quite fine with that.

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Tony shrugged offhandedly, pushing off as they reached the ground floor. "I named her after a cursed Plymouth Fury that went on a murdering spree."

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Thor only understands part of what Tony had said.

"Right," Thor says, making his way out of the elevator. "Did naming your vehicle after her break the curse?"

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Tony chuckled and lead the way out through the lobby, giving the larger man's shoulder a friendly rub. "You're cute, big guy. Yes."

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"Good," Thor says with a smile. "Our people are highly superstitious at times. If you ever need someone to break a curse for you, let me know. I don't do it myself, but there is someone at court whose specialty is curses and their removal."

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"Yeah?" Tony rubbed unconsciously at his shoulders. They had ached as of late--his head, his neck, his everywhere--and even his acupuncturist couldn't soothe him. "I think I've got a ghost sitting on me or something...maybe your guy could have a look."

[st_ormbreaker]

"I would have you accompany me to Asgard," Thor says. Clearly he is taking this seriously. "He does not travel to any of the other Realms."

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"I'm touched." And Tony, in his heart of hearts, was. Thor stood to be knocked down a peg or twelve but his heart was in the right place. He tucked his fingers under his arms to keep them from trying to ease the tension anywhere else.

Another quick elevator ride and the automatic doors took them to the private parking lot reserved for Tony's rides. "Connected to a series of tunnels leading out the freeways around here. For when I don't feel like dealing with the masses right out the gate."

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"It will improve considerably once you develop personal flying vehicles," he says. "There is far more airspace than there is earth. Most worlds I've been to have already developed the technology." Thor claps a hand on Tony's shoulder. "You'll have to let me know when you develop the prototype. Let me take it for a spin and let you know how it compares."

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Tony's knees buckled and he clapped his hand back on Thor's knuckles, summoning the thinnest smile known to man and the intelligent life beyond. "Making a lot of assumptions there, friendo. I've got a fleet." Wriggling out from beneath his touch, Tony whipped out a small key and the custom stretched limousine rolled around, presenting itself handsomely before the pair.

"Break her in. Lemme know if you'd fancy one with more, ah, leg space."

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Thor opens the door to the back and slides inside, leaving enough room for Mjölnir at his right and Tony at his left.

"This should be sufficient," he says. "Jane drives a Pinzgauer when she travels out to sites with her equipment. The car she uses day-to-day is far smaller."

And certainly smaller than this. Thor stretches out his legs.

"Why aren't all of your vehicles like this?"

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"All of mine, or am I speaking on behalf of humanity, here?" Tony made himself comfortable at Thor's side, the tension releasing from his body at the indulgent cushioning of their interior. The lighting set a cool, blue cast over the pair.

"JARVIS, get us on 5th. The Breslin. Chop chop."

[st_ormbreaker]

"On behalf of humanity," Thor says, reaching across the aisle to touch the plush leather seating. It is cool to the touch. "Your aeroplanes also lack sufficient leg room."

He stands as best as he can in the small-ceilinged vehicle and opens the door of one of the cabinets to see what's inside. Cups made of glass. It is remarkably impractical.

He shuts the door and begins pressing various buttons on some sort of flat-surfaced electronic.

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Tony merely watched as Thor pawed at his limo, not unlike one would observe a puppy or some other manner of curious animal sniff and poke at their new environment. When Thor hit the 'Play' button to Tony's personal playlist, the wailing of guitars and the aggressive vocals of Guns N' Roses sounded off and reverberated through the cushions.

"Welcome to the jungle, Point Break. Watch it bring to your shun n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n knees. Or cramp the hell out of them." At the very least, Thor's legs would be spared in his personal care.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor's attention goes from the panel in front of him back over to Tony. The music is appealing. Full of energy and passion. It's very different from the music Darcy and Jane and Selvig listened to.

"What is this?" he asks. "I've never heard this music before."

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Tony crossed his legs, bobbing his foot in time with the rapid beat. "Heavy metal? No, not your hammer. Genre."

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"And the singer?" Thor asks. His attention has been turned back to a screen, dark save for the blue light shining down from above.

He touches it with a single digit, as if expecting it to suddenly react to his finger. Once, twice, then much harder a third time.

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"Axl Rose, Patron Deity of Shredding." Leaning forward, Tony put a friendly hand on Thor's. Given the man's strength, he all too easily saw it going through the thing. "You like? There's more where that came from."

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor frowns at the screen, determined to figure out precisely why it isn't working the way he'd expect it to, but he is suddenly distracted by Tony's touch. He's caught off-guard by it, and that solitary moment of something other than irritation tempers any frustration he felt at the device in front of him. Thor looks over his shoulder at him and smiles, then settles down beside Tony, curiosity sated for the moment.

"Yes," he says. "It's very different from the music we have on Asgard and very different from the music Jane listens to." He looks up at the speaker up in the ceiling. "Is this your favored music?"