Steve trips and falls on his face in front of the Avengers. Someone will help pick him up, though, right?
“He’s beauty, he’s grace,
he’s fallen on his face.” Tony smiled.
“I thought he was Mr.
United States?” Clint added.
Steve could hear Sam and
Natasha giggling somewhere behind him.
He didn’t want to turn over and see them gloating. He hadn’t hurt anything more than his pride. In front of a large crowd. And cameras there for a public appearance
while all the Avengers were in their gear.
He’d tripped on the edge
of Thor’s cape. Or maybe it was the end
of Clint’s bow. Or the toe of Tony’s
suit. He didn’t know.
Thor’s hand came into view
and Steve grasped it. Thor hauled him to
his feet. And then over his head.
“To lift such a National
Treasure, I must truly be worthy!” He managed
before cracking himself up laughing.
“Oh my god, Thor’s been listening to me.” Tony’s delight was at odds with the stoic
face plate of his suit.
“This is the best day
ever.” Sam was beaming. Cameras were flashing. It was only a moment or two more, and then
Steve was laughing, too.
Empathy Series, part III. Part II can be found here.
A/N: Here it is! Part III, which is also the final part of the
Empathy Series. I decided it was time to wrap it up so I could make time to
start on the holiday imagines (which reminds me, I still have requests open
until the Monday after Thanksgiving!). Thank you for all of the love and
support, and I’m very excited to start my new fic “When Fire Meets Fire!”
Warnings: implied smut… I think that’s all, actually.
Okay but honestly, if Loki knew he was adopted growing up I’m sure that Thor would have tried, at least, once to hold it over his head. Like “you’re adopted!” And Loki wouldn’t have even looked up from his spell book and just said “our parents chose me. They’re stuck with you”