So a Billionaire, a Canadian, and a God walk into a bar (closed)
How it fell on his shoulders Tony had no idea. How he didn't manage to get out of this Tony had no idea. How he ended up squished in the back of a car between an overly enthusiastic Thor and a very grumpy (and sharp) Logan Tony had no idea. This wasn't even his plan! He'd walked into this completely unprepared and as he did for most times this sort of thing happened, he blamed Darcy.
'Thor needs to learn the ropes of New York!' She had said oh so cheerily one day. 'Great. You do that.' Logan had thrown out unhelpfully. All Tony had done was wonder in for a coffee when he was spun around and shoved towards the table by Darcy. 'Tony will do it!' Half asleep. All he could muster was a 'whah?' Which seemed to be translated as sure-I'd-love-to-head-off-a-tour-of-New-York. Now how Logan got here, Tony had no clue.
But either way, they were both crammed into the back of Tony's car as Thor looked out the window with such amusement and wonder it was no question as to why he was often depicted as a dog. "I really really hate today."