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Thor raises Mjölnir high above his head, summoning the storm. There's a rumble of thunder, the room lit by a bright flash as lightning rends the sky behind him, and his Midgardian garb vanishes, replaced by-
Replaced by-
"Uh, Thor, buddy, you seem to be missing something," Bruce says, looking anywhere but at Thor.
"Oh, there is nothing missing there," Tony murmurs, earning himself a disapproving glance from Steve.
Thor lowers Mjölnir, more for the comfort of Bruce (still avoiding looking at Thor) and Steve (whose face is rapidly approaching the colour of a firetruck) than because he feels any discomfort with the way Tony is leering at him.
"Shall we depart?" he says. "I fear this villain will not dispatch themselves."
"We shall," Steve answers firmly, eyes fixed on a point just beyond Thor's left shoulder. "You will join us once you've put on pants."
"Killjoy," Tony mutters, and lets out an appreciative whistle as Thor turns his back to comply with Steve's instruction.
Thor resists the urge to strike a pose. He'll save that for later, he decides.