I Prefer You

A Nice Thing

Narrator's POV

Thor walked down the halls of the tower, whistling happily, throwing an apple up in the air, catching it and taking a bite of it.

"Hey big guy." Steve greeted him.

"Greetings." Thor smiled at him.

"How're you liking earth?" Steve asked.

"It's been wonderful, well except for it's fruit." Thor said with a mouthful of apple, looking down at at the apple in his hand.

"What do you mean?"

"The apples taste quite funny." Thor said.

Steve looked at the apple. "Thor." He took the apple from Thor. "This is a styrofoam apple."

"Hm?" Thor raised a brow.

"It's for decoration." Steve explained. "It's fake."

"Really? I've eaten like three." Thor said.

"Oh boy." Steve chuckled.

"They're really hard to bite into." Thor said. "But very crunchy and convincing."

"Yeah, I'll just take the decorational fruit bowl out of the kitchen." Steve said, patting Thor's shoulder and walking away, still chuckling.

"Hahaha. Yeah. The fruit bowl." Thor laughed along, watching Steve walk away. He turned away. "What a weirdo." He said.

The large windows of the building offering a vast and beautiful view of New York drew Thor toward them.

Rain was falling from the sky outside, the sky was gray and there was low thunder rumbling above.

Thor smiled. He tighten his fist.

Lightening flashed in the sky, and thunder cracked loudly.

A huge smiled formed on Thor's lips.

It was a beautiful day.

He turned around when he heard the doors before him open and close.

"Banner, hello." He smiled.

Bruce didn't say anything as he walked around, jittery.

"Is everything okay?" Thor asked.

Bruce paced around.

"Banner?" Thor asked.

"Everything's okay." Bruce said, walking over to a leather couch and sitting in it, gripping tightly onto its sides, staring out the window, then below at his feet.

Thor looked at him, studying him.

He looked so uncomfortable.

Thor hated seeing his friends like this. He watched as Bruce only did two things: stare out the window and tap his fingers nervously. He looked out the window, then a Bruce, then out the window, then back at Bruce.

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Thor's head perked up. "You don't like storms?" He asked.

"It's not-"

"Are you scared of the thunder? Is that it?" Thor asked.

"No." Bruce said. "I can't remember if I left my windows down."

Thor looked at him in confusion. "I don't think the windows in the building open." He looked at the large windows. "I don't see a way to open them."

"Of my car." Bruce told him.

"Oh, Banner." Thor rolled his eyes playfully and came closer to Bruce. "You've got nothing worry about. I'm sure someone of your intellectual would've rolled the windows up." Thor said.