On A Leash

Dinner

"Now, I wanted to invite you all here tonight as a more intimate, 'getting to know you, getting to know all about you' session," Tony sang, "Lead here has the ability to eject electric ropes from her body and also the lesser known ability to incite..."

"She makes everyone around her horny," Sam piped up. You could feel your cheeks burning up.

"Really?" Thor was beside you, impressed at these powers that you held. You opened your mouth to explain yourself but you couldn't.

"It's not really that. I see it more as a dog on a leash. People are attracted to me but it's more of a following,"

"Oh, it's definitely sexual. I gotta take another cold shower," Sam 

"It can be overwhelming, yes. I don't know why or how it works, or even how to control it properly. That's why I'm here, right?" you looked at Tony, who nodded.

"I think we're all getting pretty...overwhelmed at the moment. God, it's stronger somehow," Tony looked away from you.

"I should go. I'm going to go. Thanks for...whatever this was. I'll be in my room," you rushed out, feeling that the tension was about to snap. You were walking so briskly that you didn't notice the God of Thunder traipsing behind you. 

Thor was transfixed by you, he wasn't sure he could feel the pheromones taking effect so he kept his distance.

"You should stay away. It's how it works," you spoke once you turned a corner. Not bothering to look back. You stopped just outside your room, Thor sauntered slowly over to you.

"I'm Thor," he held his hand out to shake, you kept glancing down to it and back to his face, "I assure you, your power shouldn't have an effect on me." You took his hand and jumped back at the shock, "sorry, I couldn't help myself," Thor laughed.

"Nice to meet you," you smiled. Noticing Thor that wasn't affected by your power was definitely a plus.

"Let me take you to dinner, I know a private place with little people so you won't be bothered," Thor asked with a glint in his eye, it wasn't flirtatious nor coy but it still made your heart rate pick up.

"I don't know if that's a good idea. I should probably just stay in and eat in my room. Pepper mentioned I should be on call at all times," you rejected his offer with regret.

"Very well, another time then," his gleaming smile made you feel better, "perhaps we can do what young Peter mentioned, uhh, Netflix and chill? I believe it means to watch television and relax,"

"Uhh," you paused, trying not to break out in laughter, "what was the context of the conversation where he mentioned that phrase?"

"I believe we were talking about you two being roommates and his sort of fantasy about you two Netflix and chilling,"

"Fantasy?" you cleared your throat while Thor just nodded innocently.

"I'm beginning to suspect that it does not mean what I think it means."

"Yeah, there has been some miscommunication. That's going in the vault," you muttered, "but if you want to eat with me on my single bed for dinner, I'll set up my laptop and we can watch some television," the invitation wasn't lost on Thor. He smiled and told you to lead the way.

"Ah, this reminds of university. Not on Asgard, we don't live on campus but I've seen a student's room before. Although it wasn't this clean, there used to be science junk covering the floor and..oh Erik," Thor muttered, thinking of his old friends, "nice though, isn't it?" Thor cleared his throat and sunk down on your comfortable sheets.

"Being a billionaire pays off," you commented, "although I still don't understand why I'm not sectioned off from everyone," Thor noticed your sombre tone.

"Well, you're not a threat," Thor took your hand, they were hot and rough and you wouldn't mind holding onto them all day, "remember that. Your gifts are just that; gifts. You may not know why they have come to you but as long you learn how to channel their power, you can live the life you want to live."

"Thank you," Thor's words resonated with you so much that you sniffled a little bit. Before the moment got awkward, Thor offered to get you some food, which you gratefully accepted. It was so nice meeting someone who understood the struggles of controlling their power on an emotional level and he was also not flirting with you like crazy - although you wouldn't have minded if the God of Thunder thought you were good looking.

Your night with Thor was interrupted halfway because both you and Peter had a bedtime.

"Good night and good luck for tomorrow and the rest of your training," Thor was tempted to kiss your hand but didn't want to come on too strong. It didn't stop you from embracing him in a big warm hug and thanking him.

Peter was a little uncomfortable seeing you hug the God of Thunder, he didn't blame you though; anyone would want to hug Thor. Peter showered and came out in his satin Spiderman boxers. Your eyes trailed down his surprisingly muscular body to said boxer shorts.

"Really? You wear your own merch?" you covered your mouth to hide your grin.

"What?" he shrugged, "it's cool and really smooth, feel." he stuck out his hip and your hand instantly went to touch the silky material.

"Not bad," you laughed but it died down when you noticed his little tent in his boxers. You gulped and made sure to smile politely to him, "I'm just going to shower as well,"

"Okay," Peter smiled sweetly, studying your features. When you shut the bathroom door Peter felt more of a breeze downstairs, his eyes grew wide when he noticed what was happening, "Crap!" he cursed, "crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!" he rushed to his bed and covered himself, "go down," he whined to it. 

When you emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a big shirt and undies, Peter cursed again.
"Are you okay?" you asked as he shuffled in his bed. He was laying down on his side facing away from you.

"Yeah," he whispered back.

"You're not wanting to Netflix and chill with me?" you teased, holding in your laughter. Peter's cheeks burned bright red.

"W-what?" he turned, you were on your side, leaning on your left elbow.

"Thor mentioned you fantasising about watching tv and relaxing with me. That's what he meant, right?" you had to bite your bottom lip to stop the grin emerging.

Peter gulped, "I think sharing a room-"

"I'll talk to Stark tomorrow."

"Okay."