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[weiirdsiister-moved]

“Okay, I show you,” she promised, getting up to lead him into the kitchen. “Is pretty easy. You brew very strong coffee first, so…” She put a generous scoop of coffee grounds into the filter, but only enough water for two cups at the very most. “When is done, you put  sugar, coffee, and milk – sometimes chocolate – over ice. Is very good on hot day.”

[becauseimworthy-archive]

It wasn’t what he’d had in mind; it was better.

“I am impressed,” he grinned.  “My friend Volstagg might disagree, but I think that you Midgardians may have outclassed my realm’s food and drink.“

[weiirdsiister-moved]

“You make coffee?” Wanda asked with a hint of a smile, and nodded at his offer. “You know ice coffee? I can show you. Is very warm today.”

[becauseimworthy-archive]

“Ice coffee?  Yes, you must show me!”

Thor’s imagination was conjuring something like a coffee popsicle, his eyes comically wide.

[tomshardy]

[weiirdsiister-moved]

      “It’s okay,” Wanda shrugged. “Conversation is hardly my strong suit, either. And if you want to go, you can. It’s just…it’s nice to have company that doesn’t expect anything from you.”

[becauseimworthy-archive]

     “I understand that,” Thor nodded.  “I would be happy to stay with you for as long as you’d like.  Would you like something to eat or drink?  I’ve become quite good at the preparation of coffee.”

[cordeliabarton]

She looked to his hammer. “If you weren’t, I don’t think that ol’ thing would be worth it.” Raising her eyebrows with a very ‘I told you so’ sort of expression. Cordelia collapsed her bow as much as possible before holding onto her friend for dear life before he set off into the air.

Back at the tower, she was peeling herself out of her tacsuit, recounting the information of the day’s events to J.A.R.V.I.S. to file for the rest of the team. Sure, she didn’t have to do this, but her old job made her do reports and well, it felt sort of theraputic to talk about it all.

“Having someone to talk to about all this is quite helpful.” She sighed. “J.A.R.V.I.S. strike that last comment.” As she finished, she saw Thor moving about. “You in civi’s, big man?”

[becauseimworthy-archive]

Thor looked up from the vambrace he was unbuckling.

“Civi’s?  I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

He continued to remove his armor methodically and absent-mindedly.

[cordeliabarton]

“I don’t talk about Barney a lot for a lotta reasons.” Cordelia used her other arm to hold the Asgardian close to her person. She had to press up to the tips of her toes to reach his shoulders, even in her combat boots. “But with you? I can make an exception.”

She heard a beep in her ear. It was Nat at the controls of the plane. “Let’s haul on outta here. We got what we need.” Easing herself to her regular height, she added, “Y'always welcome t'talk to me about anything. I’ve—” Hawkeye smirks. “I’ve mellowed a lot.”

[becauseimworthy-archive]

Thor smiled.  “I am glad that you have chosen to trust me.  I only hope to prove myself worthy of such an honor.  And it may be... difficult at first, but I will do my best to give you the same confidence that you have allowed me.”

He held an arm out to indicate that Cordelia should hold onto him so that he could fly them to the plane so that it wouldn’t have to land.  “You’re right, however.  Let’s haul out.”

[cordeliabarton]

Cordelia could see the grief consume her friend. Rather than delighting in the thought of Loki’s death, her heart ached for Thor. Frowning, she reached for his free hand and squeezed it.

“My healer—” she called her therapist that in front of the blond god for ease of understanding, “–she gave me some perspective on things. Poor woman’s a bit too familiar with all of our battles.” With a brief, dwendling smile, Hawkeye continued. “She reminded me how difficult this would have been for you and made me remember my own brother.”

She didn’t speak of Barney all that often, so her voice became quiet as though the mere mention of his existence would bring him back to life. “He zigged when I zagged…kind of like you and your baby brother. I looked up to him and wanted to be just as tough as he was.” Her lips quirked to either side. “He got sent after me…don’t even know by who.”

She put her other hand atop Thor’s. “The point of this stupid speech is that—I might have feelings about Loki that…that are hurtful, but I never, in a million millennia, would want to see you hurt, Thunderbuddy.” Her eyes were glassy and she closed them briefly before looking at him again. “Ever.”

[becauseimworthy-archive]

Thor gave Cordelia’s hand a little squeeze to show that her words were appreciated.

“That means a great deal to me, Cordelia.  Thank you.  It is difficult to miss someone so much that has become so hated.  I know in my mind that they have good reason to be glad that they are rid of him, but my heart --”  He paused to clear his throat.

“I did not realize that you had a brother,” he said by way of changing the subject.  “I am sorry.  I know the pain of being betrayed by one you hold dear.”

[weiirdsiister-moved]

      “No, it–” Wanda began to protest, and put a shaky hand on her brow. An adrenaline rush brought on by relief for the understanding between them made her feel weak and heady. “I do not think I want to be alone, right now. Please. If you’re able…stay. Just for a while.”

[becauseimworthy-archive]

     “As you wish,” he said.  “Although I must admit that conversation has never been a strong suit of mine.  Until quite recently all of my negotiations were handled with childish displays of force that one might expect of the spoiled son of royalty.”

[weiirdsiister-moved]

      She sat back in her original place, staring down the horizon as she took in Thor’s words. Pietro died saving a child, and a father of three. Maybe his meaningful death meant that she could go on with her own half-version of life. 

      And she wanted to tell Thor that of course he was her friend, that she appreciated this talk more than anything she encountered since losing Pietro, but couldn’t find the words. They closed up inside her throat and threatened to choke her, so she said the next best thing: a promise.

      “You will,” she said softly.

[becauseimworthy-archive]

     "I am glad to hear it.”  A silence stretched between them then, but unlike the strained silences that had passed between them before it was soft.  Companionable.  “I can leave you alone now, if you would like.  I know that these discussions can be wearisome.”

[cordeliabarton]

Since he was in a good mood, now might be the time. “So–what did your dad do with him when he got home?” Cord hadn’t been in the mood to hear about it before, leaving the room to shield herself. “He’s in jail or whatever, right?”

[becauseimworthy-archive]

Thor felt his throat tighten instantly, his wild grin dying on his face.  He had forgotten that Cordelia hadn’t heard yet of his brother’s fate, and a part of him didn’t want to tell her.  Cordelia had every reason to hate Loki, had every reason to be pleased that he had died, and Thor knew this, but that did not stop the fury and the grief that stirred in his heart at the mere thought that someone might be glad that he was gone.  Loki had made many mistakes, had caused widespread damage, much of which was irreparable.  He had been lost.  But in the end, he had redeemed himself.  In the end, he was still Thor’s brother.

“My brother was imprisoned on his return to Asgard, yes,” Thor explained, voice carefully controlled.  “I released him a short while ago to assist me in keeping the dark elf Malekith from plunging the Nine Realms into darkness.”  He paused briefly.  “He was killed in the effort.”

My fault.

[cordeliabarton]

Falling into his arms, she threw a fake punch to his jaw. “Better. Sooner, next time, n’est pas?”

Jumping onto her feet, she looked around at the Hydra agents who were either dead, unconscious or writhing in pain. “So, all in all, a good day?”

[becauseimworthy-archive]

Thor tossed Mjolnir once into the air, catching it deftly and grinning like a fool.

“I would say so.  We are one step closer to the scepter, and we’ve had a bit of fun besides.”

[cordeliabarton]

“Yeah,” she called over, “but why am I hanging off of a zipline still?”

Upside down, she looked at Thor with a very particular expression. The kind of expression that were usually reserved for cats that were far too unimpressed with their humans’ behaviors.

“I expect a rescue, Thunderbuddy.”

[becauseimworthy-archive]

With an exhilarated laugh that filled the air with static, Thor thrust his hammer toward her, using the lightning that issued from it to sever the line so that he could catch her as she fell.

“Was that satisfactory?”

[henryyscavill]

[weiirdsiister-moved]

      “Your brother died?” Wanda asked in a rough voice, looking up at Thor through her red puffy eyes. She draped her arms loosely around his wide frame to return the hug, nose buried in his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Even if Thor and his brother had not been as close as herself and Pietro, no one should know the pain of a lost sibling before a ripe old age. Maybe gods aged differently and his brother lived a full life, but it was a loss regardless.

      She shed a few more tears, for herself and for Thor, before squeezing his shoulder and sitting up on her own. Wiping the sticky salt from her face, she sniffled and looked up at him again. “Thank you for talking to me. No one else knows what to say,” she said.

[becauseimworthy-archive]

     Thor rubbed her back while she cried, assuring her in a low voice that it was all right, that she was all right, even though they both knew that she wasn’t, not yet.  Sometimes, though, all you could do was pretend.  As Stark said, “fake it until you make it.” 

     “My brother was long gone from me, even before he met his end.  But he redeemed himself in his final moments.  I am grateful every day for that.” 

     He gave her a gentle smile when she thanked him.  “It was my pleasure, Lady Wanda.  I hope, in time, to be counted among your friends.”

[weiirdsiister-moved]

      The arm around her shoulders was more welcome than Wanda believed it would be, even seconds before it made contact. She leaned into his heavy warmth with eyes closed. “I feel isolated,” she agreed with a minute nod, voice cracking on the last word. “Even right now, I feel – so alone, without Pietro beside me. He is all I’ve ever had, all I ever needed, and knowing I’ll never see him again, it…it makes me feel like the whole world is made of fake people and he was the only one who was ever really real.”

[becauseimworthy-archive]

     He tightened his hold on her.  “I cannot imagine what that must be like,” he said, for even at his most desolate he had always had someone.  Jane, Sif, the warriors three, the Avengers.  He truly could not imagine fighting his way through life with a single companion only to lose them.  “I do hope, however, that someday some of these ‘fake people’ begin to seem real to you again.  There are many good people in this realm; some of them even pulled me back to my feet when I lost my own brother.  It would be a bitter shame if you could not experience that.”

     He had so far avoided mentioning Loki for fear of undermining Wanda’s own pain, but perhaps this shared experience would unite them, would make her feel even that tiniest bit less alone.  It was worth a try, he thought.

[weiirdsiister-moved]

[becauseimworthy-archive]

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[weiirdsiister-moved]

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