[ underoos, you go with point break over there - no, not one movie quote outta you we got work to do. keep an eye on the kid will you?
and maybe that's how he's ended up in the avengers hangar, waiting at the doorway and staring at the broad back of one thor odinson. he'd had to get into his suit first, but he hadn't expected the asgardian to be waiting already. after all, black widow should be coming by to pick them up to take them to the site - a laboratory suspected to be a HYDRA coverup, one that has gotten a little too close to military operations no less.
he tries to keep his cool as he walks up to stand beside thor. he doesn't even have his mask on, but the way he's wringing it in his hands might make it impossible to wear, anyway. ]
So, uh. Looks like we're working together. A duo, a team. I'm uh - Peter Park - wait, Spider-Man. And you're - I mean well I know who you are because you're in the Avengers and I never thought I'd meet anyone in real life, not like this anyway and I -
[ ... a breath. ]
Sorry. [ he offers his hand out, sheepish. ] I'm Peter.
( despite the roar of the quinjet's engines and the thrumming danger just over the horizon, it's a nice day. sunny; clear, blue sky; warm temperature with a breeze, and ol' dirty bastard playing in thor's ears. jane introduced him to the concept of portable music while tony introduced him to modern music. after that, thor was rarely without his earbuds and his ipod nano, always listening to something. so far, his favorite music genres are 70s rock, disco, and 90s country. karen carpenter had the voice of an angel.
after he'd expressed interest in rap and hip-hop, scott lang sat him down and gave him the lowdown, starting from its birth in the bronx to the hip-hop rivalries in the 90s to the current day. in asgard, poetry is also set to music to tell stories, amuse, and commentate. but, the midgardians took the art form and improved on it. so, that's what thor's primarily been listening to since his history lesson a couple of weeks prior.
thor stands at the hangar doors, his head slightly bopping to the music and eyes on nothing in particular. this seems like an easy mission. so easy that his presence isn't required, but his presence is probably why it will be so easy in the first place. but these humans have proven their strength and skill in battle enough that thor trusts them to handle themselves. asgard no longer has to watch over them.
the song ends and another begins. in the brief pause between songs, thor notices something, like a fly buzzing around one's peripheral vision. he turns his head left then down to the source. oh. one of the humans (not one he's familiar with yet) is next to him and... talking. to him, apparently. he blinks and then pulls out an earbud. a confused look creases his face as backseat freestyle by kendrick lamar blares from the dangling earbud.) I'm sorry. Are you speaking to me?
( thor recognizes the emblem on the human's chest. he's... tony's protégé, right? he'd heard of him, probably in one of the many meetings, emails, or group texts he pays zero attention to or avoids altogether. by odin's beard, send the important information by raven. )
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a nebulous canon point near some mission ok roll wit it
and maybe that's how he's ended up in the avengers hangar, waiting at the doorway and staring at the broad back of one thor odinson. he'd had to get into his suit first, but he hadn't expected the asgardian to be waiting already. after all, black widow should be coming by to pick them up to take them to the site - a laboratory suspected to be a HYDRA coverup, one that has gotten a little too close to military operations no less.
he tries to keep his cool as he walks up to stand beside thor. he doesn't even have his mask on, but the way he's wringing it in his hands might make it impossible to wear, anyway. ]
So, uh. Looks like we're working together. A duo, a team. I'm uh - Peter Park - wait, Spider-Man. And you're - I mean well I know who you are because you're in the Avengers and I never thought I'd meet anyone in real life, not like this anyway and I -
[ ... a breath. ]
Sorry. [ he offers his hand out, sheepish. ] I'm Peter.
the canon we deserved
after he'd expressed interest in rap and hip-hop, scott lang sat him down and gave him the lowdown, starting from its birth in the bronx to the hip-hop rivalries in the 90s to the current day. in asgard, poetry is also set to music to tell stories, amuse, and commentate. but, the midgardians took the art form and improved on it. so, that's what thor's primarily been listening to since his history lesson a couple of weeks prior.
thor stands at the hangar doors, his head slightly bopping to the music and eyes on nothing in particular. this seems like an easy mission. so easy that his presence isn't required, but his presence is probably why it will be so easy in the first place. but these humans have proven their strength and skill in battle enough that thor trusts them to handle themselves. asgard no longer has to watch over them.
the song ends and another begins. in the brief pause between songs, thor notices something, like a fly buzzing around one's peripheral vision. he turns his head left then down to the source. oh. one of the humans (not one he's familiar with yet) is next to him and... talking. to him, apparently. he blinks and then pulls out an earbud. a confused look creases his face as backseat freestyle by kendrick lamar blares from the dangling earbud.) I'm sorry. Are you speaking to me?
( thor recognizes the emblem on the human's chest. he's... tony's protégé, right? he'd heard of him, probably in one of the many meetings, emails, or group texts he pays zero attention to or avoids altogether. by odin's beard, send the important information by raven. )