Bewitched by You (A Marvel/Harry Potter Crossover) COMPLETED

Chapter Seven: Half-Crazy

Thor shouldered his way past Steve and Tony, yet the interaction barely seemed to register on the Asgardian's face. Five days they'd been poking around the abandoned, but extensive, alien complex that seemed to be all that existed on the planet the wormhole tech had sent them to. Thor had been quiet until sometime early yesterday.

Yesterday he became agitated and distracted, but when asked, he couldn't furnish anyone with an answer for his change in demeanor.

They exchanged a glance before Steve turned, catching the other blond man around his elbow.

Thor halted, looking back over his shoulder. "Steve?" His voice came out steady, but he appeared vaguely startled that he'd not even noticed how he'd barreled right past them until just now.

Steve ducked his head and spoke low, trying to do the Asgardian the courtesy of not announcing whatever they might discuss to the entire, albeit empty, planet. "What's going on with you?"

Glancing at Tony before returning his attention to Steve, Thor shook his head. "I am . . . uncertain; I only have the feeling something is wrong. I am going to contact Heimdall. His sight may help put my concerns at ease." He shrugged and gave a half-nod. "Or prove them correct."

Steve nodded in response as he dropped his hand back to his side. "Let us know as soon as you find out anything."

"Of course."

Once Thor was out of earshot, Tony loudly sucked his teeth, letting the obnoxious sound speak for him.

Broad shoulders drooping, Steve turned to meet his gaze. "I'm sure he's just being paranoid. We did what we could. If this has to do with Loki, we'll go home. It's not like this place is going anywhere."

Tony looked unimpressed with that answer.

"What exactly is your problem, here, Tony?" Steve knew the answer, but he wanted to hear the actual words. Tony had been grumbling under his breath since they had left Bucky at that dinner in Manhattan.

And not speaking his mind was just not Tony Stark. Steve didn't know if he should be grateful for the peaceful silence, or worried.

"All right, since you asked." Tony pushed away from the computer bank, against which he'd been casually leaning, and took a step toward Steve, his hands in the air as he shrugged. "I just happen to think leaving the fate of the world in the hands of a half-crazy super-soldier, who sometimes has trouble remembering his own name, with a cybernetic arm that—oops—once in a while just so happens to try and choke people wasn't our best plan."

Shaking his head, Steve uttered a derisive chuckle. "Okay. I get why you don't trust him, but I do, and it was the only plan."

Tony opened his mouth to speak, but another voice cut him off.

"Steve's right. We were left with very little in the way of options, and you know it."

Rolling his eyes, it was Tony's turn to toss his hands in the air. "You're taking his side? Big shock, there."

Natasha stepped between them, standing on her toes to press a kiss to Steve's cheek. "But," she said in a low tone, speaking with her face still close to his. "Tony's also right in worrying about the situation."

It took Steve a moment to collect himself, forcing a breath before he asked, "Are you flirting to disarm me?"

Biting her lip, she offered him a half-smile. "Maybe. Is it working?"

In spite of himself, he mirrored her expression. "Maybe."

Neither noticed Tony's disgusted expression in the background. "God, will you two just get a room, already?"