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Weak, that's what you were. It didn't matter how hard you try, you always felt weak.
You entered S.H.I.E.L.D.'s gym and ignored the pity look some agents sent you. They knew how you barely managed to lift the lightest of the weights, while those huge masses of muscles, even the woman, would easily lift your weight up. You clenched your teeth and fisted your hands walking directly to the punching bag. You wanted to change that.
"Look who's here!" A very known voice came from your left.
"Hey, Mark. Came here to burn what's left of your neurones?" You didn't even bother to glance at him, carefully wrapping your delicate hands in white bandages proper for boxing. After two months of working out you were more than used to Mark and his friends persevering teasing.
"What is that suppose to mean?" He asked, frowing.
You rolled your eyes and chuckled.
"That your muscles overpower your brain, Tarzan." You explained, stretching your arms. The guy mumbled some insults, none of them smart enough to compete with yours. He knew better than to try to discuss with you. After all, you mastered sass. You were stretching your legs when he finally found a comeback. A good one.
"I'll never get why Fury let you in. I mean... you cant fight and you're not even hot enough to be the bait! What are you here for?"
You turned around to meet his eyes. Without knowing, Mark managed to hit your blind spot, your one true weakness. Even though you were hurt by his comment, you remained stoic, smirking lightly.
You took a deep breath, but before you could say or do anything, a hand landed on your left shoulder.
"You should take it back." A voice stormed from behing you. You looked back and had a pleasant surprise when you realized the god of thunder in flesh and blood stood by you. Mark's expression faltered slightly and he took a step back.
"Or what?" He replied and you were impressed with his hability of being such an ass even with an Avenger.
"Or I shall let go of lady (y/n) and let her do what she had planned to before I interupted." He threatened and you were almost shocked. Was that some kind of joke?
Mark laughed his ass off dramatically placing a hand over his stomach and tilting his head back.
Thor shrugged and took his hand off of your shoulder, whispering in your ear: "He's all yours."
You smiled and, moving your arms so fast not even the better trained eyes could have seen, pressed some specific spots all over his body. Mark ended up on the floor, moaning in pain.
"That's why Fury let me in. And, just for the record, I think someone with an I.Q. lower than the one of a chimp shouldn't be allowed here. No, no, I'm being mean. Chimps are smartest than that." You stated and returned to your path toward the punching bag.
You sighed when you felt someone was following you, but ignored it as you started throwing punches at the bag. It lasted a few minutes, until the eyes glued to your back started making you feel extremely uncomfortable. You stopped and held the bag so it would stop swinging.
"What?" You questioned, turning around.
Thor had a bright white smile plastered on his face. God, that man is alway so dang happy! You thought to yourself, glaring at him.
"I am just watching over you."
"Yeah and that's creepy." You said, raising your brows and self-consciously folding your arms. His smile fell.
"I apologize if my behavior scared you. It was not what I meant, lady (y/n)." Thor quickly spoke. You rolled your eyes.
"No need for that, just cut the lady off, ok?"
"I should call you (y/n), then?"
"Yep. That's much better." You paused, shifting your weight from one leg to another. "... How did you know?"
"May I ask what are you talking about?"
"How did you know I could knock him out?"
"It was a supposition, I figured you wouldn't be here if you couldn't spare with those agents."
"It's just that... peolpe tend to think I'm weak." You looked down, slightly embarassed.
"I believe you just proved the other way, la- (y/n)."
"Yeah..." You bit your lower lip, frustated for not being able to use your sass against the mountain of muscles in front of you, almost like if... you got a crush on him.
He leaned closer and tucked a strand of hair that was falling from your ponytail behing your ear. "You're more than beautiful enough to be a bait." Thor quietly said. His hand fell to his side. "I must go now, but we shall meet again."
And then he left.
"Well, that definitely answer my question. I do have a crush on the god of thunder." You muttered, smiling ever so slightly.
You entered S.H.I.E.L.D.'s gym and ignored the pity look some agents sent you. They knew how you barely managed to lift the lightest of the weights, while those huge masses of muscles, even the woman, would easily lift your weight up. You clenched your teeth and fisted your hands walking directly to the punching bag. You wanted to change that.
"Look who's here!" A very known voice came from your left.
"Hey, Mark. Came here to burn what's left of your neurones?" You didn't even bother to glance at him, carefully wrapping your delicate hands in white bandages proper for boxing. After two months of working out you were more than used to Mark and his friends persevering teasing.
"What is that suppose to mean?" He asked, frowing.
You rolled your eyes and chuckled.
"That your muscles overpower your brain, Tarzan." You explained, stretching your arms. The guy mumbled some insults, none of them smart enough to compete with yours. He knew better than to try to discuss with you. After all, you mastered sass. You were stretching your legs when he finally found a comeback. A good one.
"I'll never get why Fury let you in. I mean... you cant fight and you're not even hot enough to be the bait! What are you here for?"
You turned around to meet his eyes. Without knowing, Mark managed to hit your blind spot, your one true weakness. Even though you were hurt by his comment, you remained stoic, smirking lightly.
You took a deep breath, but before you could say or do anything, a hand landed on your left shoulder.
"You should take it back." A voice stormed from behing you. You looked back and had a pleasant surprise when you realized the god of thunder in flesh and blood stood by you. Mark's expression faltered slightly and he took a step back.
"Or what?" He replied and you were impressed with his hability of being such an ass even with an Avenger.
"Or I shall let go of lady (y/n) and let her do what she had planned to before I interupted." He threatened and you were almost shocked. Was that some kind of joke?
Mark laughed his ass off dramatically placing a hand over his stomach and tilting his head back.
Thor shrugged and took his hand off of your shoulder, whispering in your ear: "He's all yours."
You smiled and, moving your arms so fast not even the better trained eyes could have seen, pressed some specific spots all over his body. Mark ended up on the floor, moaning in pain.
"That's why Fury let me in. And, just for the record, I think someone with an I.Q. lower than the one of a chimp shouldn't be allowed here. No, no, I'm being mean. Chimps are smartest than that." You stated and returned to your path toward the punching bag.
You sighed when you felt someone was following you, but ignored it as you started throwing punches at the bag. It lasted a few minutes, until the eyes glued to your back started making you feel extremely uncomfortable. You stopped and held the bag so it would stop swinging.
"What?" You questioned, turning around.
Thor had a bright white smile plastered on his face. God, that man is alway so dang happy! You thought to yourself, glaring at him.
"I am just watching over you."
"Yeah and that's creepy." You said, raising your brows and self-consciously folding your arms. His smile fell.
"I apologize if my behavior scared you. It was not what I meant, lady (y/n)." Thor quickly spoke. You rolled your eyes.
"No need for that, just cut the lady off, ok?"
"I should call you (y/n), then?"
"Yep. That's much better." You paused, shifting your weight from one leg to another. "... How did you know?"
"May I ask what are you talking about?"
"How did you know I could knock him out?"
"It was a supposition, I figured you wouldn't be here if you couldn't spare with those agents."
"It's just that... peolpe tend to think I'm weak." You looked down, slightly embarassed.
"I believe you just proved the other way, la- (y/n)."
"Yeah..." You bit your lower lip, frustated for not being able to use your sass against the mountain of muscles in front of you, almost like if... you got a crush on him.
He leaned closer and tucked a strand of hair that was falling from your ponytail behing your ear. "You're more than beautiful enough to be a bait." Thor quietly said. His hand fell to his side. "I must go now, but we shall meet again."
And then he left.
"Well, that definitely answer my question. I do have a crush on the god of thunder." You muttered, smiling ever so slightly.
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Honestly, I felt this Y/N in the oneshot in my soul