A God and a Romanoff

Chapter 3

The next morning, Y/n awoke on a soft, cushion like surface.

A cloud? No, not unless she was dead. She wasn't dead...at least not that she knew of.

Wait!

Y/n shot straight up, the bright lights blinding her once again. They died down after a moment and she could see again. She smiled, the thoughts of last night and the thoughts of one particular, protective god. Y/n fell back into the pillows on her head board and pulled back the sheets over her head to try and go back to sleep.

Then, someone bursts through her door, "Get up Sleeping Beauty! We're going shopping! Stark gave me his card. We're going to the mall first. You have an hour."

Y/n sat back up to see Nat at the foot of her bed, ready to pull off the covers if she wasn't willing to cooperate. "Bitch it is too early in the morning for this crap," Y/n protested, trying to lay back down and go to sleep.

Nat rolled her eyes and pulled the sheets to the floor," Miss Ma'am, I am not sorry to inform you, but it is 9:37 in the morning. Get up, or I'll make you," Natasha retorted back.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yesss!"

"Nooo!"

"You asked for it," Natasha said with a smirk.

Thud!

In seconds, Y/n was on the floor, Nat standing above her. Still smirking.

"Ow," Y/n said dryly. She pushed herself off the floor, grabbing her sister's offered hand. "What do you mean shopping?" The question came out a little more real than rhetorical. Nat rolled her eyes and threw a pair of jeans, an AC/DC shirt she stole from Tony, and a pair of brown ankle boots at her sister's bed. Y/n nodded a thanks and shooed her sister out the room so she cold get ready.

After fifteen minutes, Y/n was wide awake, at her desk when there was a knock at her door. She didn't notice because she was so deep in thought about what to write in her journal about the past couple days. Or sketch. She tended to do both.

When there was no answer, the person entered the room, quietly closing the door behind them, not wanting to awaken the girl from her thoughts.

The large figure put their hand on her shoulder, causing Y/n's trance to break. In seconds. . . .Thor was on the ground.

WAIT! Thor?!!

"Oh my gods! I am so sorry! Holy shit Thor, I am so terribly sorry," Y/n ran over to help him off the ground. That was kind of hard, seeing as he weighed like 10 times more than she did. Once up, Y/n realized Thor's nose was starting to bleed. "Oh crap your nose is bleeding. Thor I am so sorry, it was kinda just reflexes from other situations when I had to be on guard-"

Thor laughed and picked up an umbrella from of the ground, "It's okay little assassin. I've had worse. My 'hand' got cut off before-" he said putting air quotes around the word hand, "but it was an illusion casted by my brother."

At that point there were so many thoughts going through Y/n's head. Like "why was his 'hand' cut off." "That seems like a horrible idea."

"Ummm okay. Look Thor I'm not trying to be rude or anything, but if that all can you please-"

"Ahh right!" Thor exclaimed, interrupting Y/n. She rolled her eyes and settled back in her new rolley chair, ready to kick him out of her room. Literally. He might be a strong god, but Y/n didn't care so long as she got him out and she could start the sketch she finally decided to do. She nodded, telling Thor to continue, "Loki and your sister wondered if you were ready for the shopping of clothes lady Natasha had planned for today." He smiled, proud he could deliver the message and do something for his brother.