All of his explorations and journeys had been cut off abruptly by the ‘distress call’ from S.H.I.E.L.D for Thor to return to Midgard. Not that Earth wasn’t enjoyable, there was just a number of better places. Also, it seemed that it was always under attack. Aliens, secret organizations, super humans, what was next? Such a crazy, crazy planet to live on. How could these mortals withstand such treatment? Oh, that was right. The people didn’t solve their own problems, the Avengers did. Was it fair? Well, supposedly it was. Thor still thought they deserved something in return, though. Money, gold, riches -- anything would do.
The purple archer from their team requested a brief meet up with him. Reluctantly, Thor agreed. When he categorized the members of their alliance, it was made curtly obvious that Hawkeye just happened to fall under “Vaguely Acknowledge.” There wasn’t necessarily chemistry between them, but that was mostly because Thor concerned himself with other things. More important things, to be exact. So, there he sat, full garb and all. No, he didn’t get too hot, and no, it wasn’t unbearably heavy. There was absolutely no reason to take it off.