Tony/Thor
“Okay…” Tony said, confused, to Charles’ retreating back.
His confusion was quickly resolved, however, when Thor came to sit next to him. Charles probably thought they had needed some privacy, for whatever reason.
Thor was silent when he sat down. He threaded his fingers through the grass, as if he might what to rip it out to quell his inner turmoil, but didn’t quite have the heart.
“Anthony,” he began, “did you truly mean it? When you said you wished you had never come to know me?”
Tony was silent for a moment.
“I don’t know, Thor… You- you weren’t here, for the Accords, and Siberia. It was hell. And I know you went through that, too. But I had no one, Thor, no support. They tore my life apart piece by piece, and then Steve slammed a shield into my chest.”
Tony’s breathing became tight, labored. He grabbed Thor’s hand, bringing it to his chest, placing his fingers along the injury that had been inflicted on him.
“I can’t feel your hand, at all. I’ll never be able to feel there again. My lung capacity has decreased further than when I had a literal battery in my chest. That’s what happened to me, while you were gone. But everything else happened while you were still here. You tried to strangle me , Thor.”
Thor looked away, a stray tear falling from his eye. He paid it no mind, instead using the hand Tony had pressed to his chest to cradle Tony's.
“I cannot deny it, but I am sorry. I have been many people since my failed coronation, many you would not even recognize, who even I don't recognize, but what pains me most is that I was once someone who willingly hurt you. I am sorry.”
Tony swallowed roughly. He brought their joined hands to his forehead and rested them there, his eyes closed and face downcast, as if praying.
“Okay…” Tony said, more breath than word, “Okay.”
Thor unwound their hands, and tilted Tony’s chin up. He smoothed a large thumb over his cheek, searching his face for permission or rejection.
Instead of giving either, Tony rose tentatively to meet him, joining their lips together. It was slow, and soft. Thor wove a hand through his hair, deepening the kiss for just a moment before pulling away. His eyes burned with devotion.
“I would live my worst days a million times over just for the promise of meeting you again, Anthony Stark. I may change, but that never will."
Jessica cleared her throat, expectant. She was holding a crystal glass, which definitely did not belong to her, swirling the amber liquid inside it around impatiently.
"Yes?" Matt asked, carefully, seeming worried about what her answer might be.
Jessica rolled her eyes, gesturing to the door where Tony and Thor had just entered, at last. The rest had come in hours before, but Tony and Thor were no where to be found. Matt listened to her hand move through the air, his ear turning to follow its path, until he picked up on the pair's heartbeats, the cadence of their steps.
"Oh."
A shark-like grin grew on Jessica's face, an unnatural expression for her. Wordlessly, Matt pulled out his wallet, passing over a few bills.
"And?" Jessica said.
Matt heaved a sigh.
"You were right. I was wrong," he admitted, and then adding, after a moment, "but how did you know?"
Jessica stood.
"Matt," she said, seriously, "If you could see his muscles you would have known, too."
And, with that, she drained her glass, slammed it down on the table, and left the room. And, with that, Matt was alone, down twenty bucks, and laughing helplessly.