Peter meets The Avengers

Thor

The glass door blasting open was what awoke him, head shifting from where it lay, resting against Tony's shoulder. He brought a hand up to wipe the drool from his chin, mumbling sleepily as he blinked up to the now open door. Wind rushed in, making him shiver, he pulled his jumper up higher, snuggling further into the soft fabric. He stared up, transfixed by the man now standing there, long blonde hair down to his shoulders, decked out with black clothes, red cape blowing in the harsh wind. The man smiled at him, swinging the object in his hand and dumping it unceremoniously onto the table. Tony didn't wake from the loud bang as the metal collided with the shatterproof glass coffee table. No, he just snored away, head resting on the back of the sofa.

Peter smiled tiredly up at his mentor before letting his eyes drift toward the man now standing in the room. The man lifted a brow in question, "you must be Peter Stark'son." He stretched an arm out, offering his hand out for Peter to shake. Peter instantly shook his head, jumping to his feet and grasping the man's hand, "No! Mr. Stark's not my father! He's- he's just my mentor/boss/friend, it's complicated. Wait, are you Thor? Like- Thor god of thunder?" His face is a picture, eyes filled to the brim with wonder and excitement.

"Yes child, I am Thor Odinson, the god of thunder and the king of asgard." He smiles warmly, puffing his chest out a little and shaking Peter's hand. Peter smiles back, shaking even firmer. He breaks the hold though to let out a loud yawn, mouth widening as his eyes flutter shut for a second, he stumbles on his feet, swaying tiredly. Thor steadies him with a hand, placing it gently on Peter's shoulder, "Go back to sleep little one." He guides Peter back onto the sofa, sitting him down back in the position he was in when Thor entered. Peter smiled, letting his eyes drift shut as he snuggled into Tony's side, Tony's arm subconsciously wound it's way around his body, pulling him in.

Peter's snores were soon filling the room, Thor smiled down at the sleeping boy. Thor quietly left the room, leaving the hammer on the coffee table and making his way to his quarters.