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Steve was having a terrible day. So was the toaster. He’d been distracted all day and distractions for Steve meant he didn’t pay attention to things like his strength… which meant lots of broken things (there goes another toaster…). He’d been leaving a trail of destruction in his wake all day. So far the casualties included a bunch of gym equipment, some kitchen appliances, several pencils, a few door handles, and Darcy’s ear buds (RIP, buds… she didn’t know about those yet though, he’d have to buy her a new ones and apologize with coffee… it was strange that she didn’t have them with her though… huh, where was she anyway?). And his day only managed to get worse when he found out how Darcy’s day was going.
Steve had gotten up that morning just feeling off. Everyone’s allowed an off day every so often, and Steve knew his team and other Tower mates wouldn’t hold it against him, but he also knew they wouldn’t appreciate the mess he’d probably leave behind either. After his wreck of a morning he was just trying to find a nice quiet place to curl up in until he felt better. He’d decided to not tempt fate and just stayed completely away from Jane and her duct-tape-a-licious (Darcy’s word, not his) equipment (even though Darcy probably would have made him feel better). Bruce was also out- the last thing he wanted to do was break something in his lab and freak out Hulk (although Hulk liked him since he let him smash things… but he didn’t want to put Bruce through that). That left Tony, Clint, Natasha, or Thor… Tony’s lab just seemed like a bad idea, you know, with the fire and robots and all (even if the robots would put you out if you were on fire...). Clint’s penchant for shooting things made Steve weary. Natasha would break him if he broke anything of hers. Which left Thor- the one person in the Tower who broke things about as often as he did. Thor it was. If anyone would understand, it was Thor. Plus, Steve didn’t have to worry about breaking the god.
Thor was more than happy for Steve’s company.
“Captain! I am glad to see you, friend. I am just about to partake in a liberating bout of scientific discovery!”
Steve stared at Thor. Usually he could more or less figure out what the god was saying. Today was obviously one of the ‘less’ days. “… What?”
“Man of Iron has built us a training battleground in the basement! I am going to help further his attempts by smashing it apart! Would you care to join me?”
Steve’s smile was slow and catlike. “Yes, yes I would.”
Thor smiled back. “For science!”
Steve nodded, still grinning. “For science!”
3 hours, 10 broken laser beams, 15 damaged floor tiles, 10 disintegrated ceiling tiles, 22 mangled robots (“My BABIES!” “…Sorry, Tony.”), 9 bruises (there were more, but Steve kept healing), 38 scratches (to the building, not them), and lots of sweat and property damage later, Steve and Thor left the training simulation laughing.
Steve’s day was looking up. Maybe his day wasn’t so terrible after all. The Avengers alarm went off.
“Captain Rogers, Prince Thor- Darcy has been kidnapped,” Jarvis informed, sounding distressed.
Nope, terrible day.