Of all the Avengers, I would love for Peggy to meet Thor. Nat too, obviously, but of the dudes, Thor. Especially since Steve and Thor are bros on the battlefield. They are both acknowledged warriors and respect each other because of it. Can’t you see it, though?
“Peggy, this is Thor.”
Thor looked down at the diminutive woman who was holding out a hand to him. “Very pleased to meet you, Thor Odinson.”
He recalled the Captain’s talk of the woman before him. It had only happened once, when Steve had drunk much Asgardian mead, and to all intents, it seemed this woman was a Queen among womankind, the greatest of her sex in all of Midgard.
Her hand was so small that his engulfed it completely. “It is an honour to meet such a great warrior and leader, Lady Peggy.”
Peggy Carter’s eyebrows rose. “Has Steve been telling tales?” she asked, giving the Captain a look.
“He has only spoken honestly,” Thor replied, though he could see the telltale reddening of Steve’s face that suggested he was embarrassed. Of course, he couldn’t stop himself from making matters worse. After all, what was a brother at arms for? He leaned closer and murmured to Peggy Carter. “I believe he would build you a throne if you asked it of him.”
“Thor!” Steve exclaimed in indignation.
Peggy Carter’s red lips broke into a wicked smile. “I do believe you’re right,” she said, then winked at Thor in a way that spoke of conspiracy and amusement. She turned her eyes towards the Captain, widening them in all innocence. “Or is he wrong, Steve?”
Steve gave them both a haughty look. “You are both assholes.”
Peggy Carter laughed as loud as Thor.