#pxntbreak

Thor blinked up with one eye and grinned at his brother. “And you’re getting sentimental,” he countered. He glanced up just in time to see the next assault coming and quickly rolled them out of the way. He tossed Loki off him as they rolled down a pile of shrapnel.

“Any bright ideas?” he asked, summoning Stormbreaker.

              “Dear me, since when does ‘sentimental’ equate to ‘saving your                backside’, brother?”

While Thor wielded his axe ( far too large, in his opinion ), he stuck with his trusty knives, flinging them at any and all approaching enemies. These Chitauri once followed his command years ago, but Thanos was their true master. No amount of pleading would stop them unless they were told to, and by now the Titan was merciless in his attacks. 

Bright ideas....

                  “Why don’t you light him up?”

“You look a little tense big guy, long day?” Tony approached the thunderer with a drink in his hand and smirk on his lips. He held the drink out to him while his hand moved to the Gods waist to pull him in by his pants. “You need some help relaxing?”

“Thor, it’s good to see you buddy.” Tony smiled at the thunderer, hands inside his pockets with a smile on his expression. Unlike the way he felt with a few of the other Avengers, his feelings were genuine when it came to Thor. “How have you been holding up?”

@pxnt-break sent in soulmate au starter prompt the one where you only see color once you meet your soulmate.

The first color she ever see’s she would later describe as being red as fire. The second is the gold that settles on top of it.

Living in a world of black and white had seemed fine to her, it was normal after all. She had heard the stories from friends of friends of what it felt like to see color flood their world when they had met the one. And she had settled herself into the though that hers had gotten lost somewhere.

That was until she quite literally ran into his back. Trying to get in on the group of reporters write ups about the heroes.

It seemed her soul mate hadn’t been lost. Just from another planet.

Brown eyes wide, Claire tilted back her chin, pressing her red lips together and opening them again as she stumbled onto the first words she would say to her soulmate. How long had she planned this? How many notebooks had she filled with questions for them? Now every word every bit of planning was gone.

validate me!

Claire could feel the skin on her knuckles crack as she hit the punching bag again and again. Not even knowing what she was pretending to hit it had made her feel slightly better to have something to do besides sit in a now empty apartment.

Hardly anyone came in here this late. When she heard someone behind her the words had fallen out of her mouth. Left over spite she couldn't put into her answers to the questions from the support groups everyone else seemed to go to talk about the ones they had lost into dust.

"What is there to do?"

Turning her body at his deeper voice, she thought maybe this was something to be afraid of. After all she barely came up to his chest and he was wider than her by half. Before she joined she had not believed in much beyond what she could see with her own two eyes. But after everything that had happened she was coming around on believing he was what she had been told.

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