Marvel Imagines ;)

thor - go fish

"Got any fours?"

"God damn it, Thor!"

What had started as a friendly game of Go Fish quickly turned into a complete and utter disaster. You were pretty sure Clint was crying in the corner. Nat placed a consoling hand on his shoulder, looking as though it was taking every ounce of her self control not to burst out laughing.

Somehow, much to everyone's eternal shock, Thor was masterful at the art of card games. Specifically, card games that required minimal brain power. The God of Thunder was hopeless when it came to mortal activities, but for some unknown reason, he found his calling in 'Go Fish'.

Tony forked over two fours, grumbling all the while. Thor just smiled innocently and added the fours to his pile.

Five minutes later, Steve (whom you had never seen turn a shade of red in the two years you had been on the team) threw down his cards and shouted, "That's it! I'm done!" He then proceeded to stomp over to the other side of the room, where the rest of Earth's Mightiest Heroes resided, sulking like a group of fourth-graders.

Being the only one left, you prided yourself on your seemingly bottomless well of patience. You stared Thor down, not buying his innocent act for one second. You were... observant. All spies were. Looking over your shoulder became second nature when training under Natasha Romanoff. So, you could see right through the God's dumb act, despite the fact that he almost always kept it in place. You thought that he was actually a lot more intelligent than he looked.

Thor grinned (though you couldn't help but think he was just baring his teeth at you). "Do you have any..." he paused for what you could only assume was dramatic effect. It worked. Even Bruce, who never bothered with trivial matters such as this, was leaning forward in his chair. The anticipation was killing you. You wanted this win. Hell, you needed this win.

Don't say jacks don't say jacks don't say-

"Queens?"

You silently released a breath you'd been holding, and smiled. "No-pe," you said, with a pop at the end because you were kind of a bitch. And you'd had one of those days that isn't the worst, but somehow is, in that everything that should have gone right goes wrong, and by the end of the day you have a splitting headache and somehow the sun keeps finding it's way directly into your eyes. You desperately needed a win. And you were one guess away from victory. Or complete annihilation. 

"Got any... threes?"

"Damn you," Thor cursed, handing you the card albeit begrudgingly. You cackled, doing a little dance that was probably horrifically embarrassing. But you didn't care. At least something in your day had gone right. At least you had this. You looked up after placing the card very delicately onto your winning pile, to see Thor smiling at you.

Your mind drew a blank. Shouldn't he be angry? Or, at the very least, annoyed?

The God continued to smile at you, in that insufferably cute but also insanely hot way of his. You couldn't help it - you smiled back. Because it felt good to smile. It felt good to... be happy.

And then you realized... He had let you win. The bastard. He was playing you the whole time, and you didn't even know it. Didn't even suspect it.

"If you two are done gazing into each other's eyes," Tony piped from the other side of the room, "I'm gonna order pizza."

The rest of the Avengers began shouting out their orders in a terrible symphony of chaos. Clint said he wanted pineapple on his pizza, and Natasha roundhouse kicked him so hard he actually lost his footing. But you were hardly paying attention to them. No, your eyes were trained on Thor, who had already stood and was holding out a hand to help you up.

You took it, only because you wanted to know if his hands were as soft as they looked. You cursed him, because of course they were the perfect mixture of rough, calloused, and smooth. You briefly imagined how they would feel running down your bare skin - then mentally scolded yourself. "You let me win," you said.

"It looked like you needed it more than me."

"Thank you," you said softly, returning your hand to your side. Boundaries were good, you reminded yourself. Boundaries kept you from getting hurt.

Thor put an arm around you, steering you to where Tony was now standing on a table, shouting the pizza order into his phone while the rest of the team argued about whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza.

"Next time, though, I will not be so kind," Thor said.

You laughed, and rested your head on Thor's arm.

"I don't doubt it, sparkles."

A/N
I hate this but whatever. I wrote it and wanted to update today. Sorry it's terrible, hopefully my next few updates are better.