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C118 Spider-Man
🕑 Added 2022-10-08 11:23:29 +0000 UTCAfter receiving their apology from Thor, Peter and Tony invited the fallen Asgardian king to eat dinner with them. He was reluctant at first, as Thor was already reprimanded multiple times for slacking off during work, but they soon found out that Thor’s first work shift at the diner had come to an end.
“You’re done for the day, darling.” A waitress, who seemed to be overlooking Thor throughout the day, said as she ran off to continue her work.
As soon as Thor heard those beautiful words, his shoulders slumped down in relaxation as a small smile graced his lips.
He just finished his first day of actual work.
Never in his entire life has Thor even lifted a finger to clean up after someone else or wait on them hand and foot. He was the one getting waited on and needing the clean-up, not the other way around.
Hell, Thor hasn’t even cooked his own food before. The palace in Asgard had teams of cooks that would provide him with the most luxurious of feasts, yet they had him in the kitchen cooking for mortals today.
‘Don’t use that word anymore...’ Thor reprimanded himself internally.
Though he did feel an odd sense of accomplishment as soon as his work ended for the day. Thor hated everyone moment, but he powered through it and worked hard. Even after multiple failures, he never gave up.
‘I worked a human job today.’ Thor thought as he sat down at the booth with Tony and Peter. ‘I wonder what Loki would think?’
‘You truly mix well with those mortals, brother.’ Thor laughed inwardly as he imagined what his brother would say.
After ordering their food, Peter was the one to break the silence at the table.
“So, I heard from the waitress that you came here with a group of people a few days ago. How did you meet them?” Peter asks, wondering if Thor would still fall in love with Jane after all of his meddling.
With that question, Thor started to explain how he got hit by a car upon exiting the Bifrost and the humans he met on that day.
He didn’t seem to show any lovey dicey signs when talking about Jane, but Peter wasn’t exactly an expert when it came to these things.
After eating their fill and talking about minor things, Tony suggests that they go out to drink. Tony and Thor were all for it, but Peter wasn’t really interested.
The mask makes eating and drinking impossible for him anyway. Peter didn’t even get to eat dinner with them, so drinking didn’t sound very interesting either.
“Come on... it’ll be fun.” Tony pleaded as he tried his best to convince his spidery friend to join them. “We have to celebrate Thor’s first day on the job anyway.”
“Yes, we must drink to a good day's work!” Thor joined in, ready to drink until all of his problems fade away.
“Fine...” Peter agreed with a heavy amount of reluctance in his voice.
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Sitting on stools at the bar of a local place down the street from Thor’s job, Thor and Tony drank themselves stupid while Peter sat by and enjoyed the show.
“I had it all backward. I had it all wrong.” Thor spills all of his woes as he gulps down his 12th pint of beer.
Peter watched him with interest. Due to being completely sober and alcohol-free, Peter became the babysitter of two very wasted man-children.
“You know, It's not a bad thing to find out that you don't have all the answers. Because that's when you start asking the right questions.” Tony says as he knocks back yet another shot of tequila, somehow even more intoxicated than Thor.
Thor takes in all of Tony’s drunken wisdom and starts drinking another beer before speaking again.
“For the first time in my life, I have no idea what I'm supposed to do.” Thor says as he looks at Peter and points to the hammer on the bar in front of him. “I lost Mjølnir, I lost my powers, I can’t go home, and worst of all, my father is dead and it’s all my fault.”
Thor admits everything to Peter and Tony as he downs the rest of his pint and slams the glass back down onto the bar top.
Thankfully, he didn’t break the thing.
“I’m sorry to hear that. What was he like?” Peter asks, not knowing how to explain that Odin is alive.
At least he should be.
“Father was a patient, just, and wise king.” Thor says as he stares down at the bottom of his empty glass. “If only I was the tiniest sliver of the man he was, then I wouldn’t be here and he wouldn’t be dead.”
“Then strive to embody those characteristics and make his memory proud. Your father may be gone but you can be a better man to the people that were left behind. Be a better son, brother, person, king.” Peter says as Thor’s grip on his empty glass tightens. “You can’t go back and fix the past but you can move forward and make a better future.”
“...”
Silence filled the group as Tony took another shot and slammed it down on the bar top as well.
“And that’s why he’s Spider-Man! Saving the world one drunk bastard at a time.” Tony says as he pats Thor on the back a few times. “It’ll be alright big guy. My daddy’s dead too.”
“Okay, I think Tony’s had enough...” Peter says as he turns to the bartender and hands over a hundred-dollar bill. “Let’s cut him off for the night.”
“Hey! I can still... Woah...” Tony stands up and tries to argue, but soon gets dizzy and sits back down.
“Hey, I know you, man...” An intimidating yet drunk group of locals enter the bar and one of them calls out to Peter's group. “You’re Spider-Man!”
“Don’t be an idiot. Spider-Man would never come to this sh*tty town. He’s just a fake!” Another calls out which riles up the group of drunkards.
As the group approaches, belligerent and looking for a fight, Peter could smell the heavy scent of liquor following them. He doesn’t like where this was going...
“You think it’s funny impersonating a superhero?” Someone in the group calls out as they surround Peter's group at the bar.
‘What a bunch of violent idiots...” Peter couldn’t help but think with an annoyed look under his mask.
“We have no quarrel with you.” Thor turns and addresses the drunken mob. “Leave us to our drinks and we’ll leave you to yours.”
“You should shut the hell up, Princess!” A random drunk calls out to Thor.
‘Run back home, little Princess!’ The words that started his downfall in Jotunheim ring out in Thor’s head upon hearing this.
Thor’s fists tighten as he takes a sharp breath inward.
Peter looks over at Thor, concerned that he's going to lose it. Though, to his surprise, he remains unaffected by the drunken mobs baiting.
“I will not fight.” Thor says as he is now a changed man. “Leave us be.”
As Thor says this, Mjølnir pulses and lights up for a third time before dimming down once again. Peter couldn’t help but shake his head at this.
‘You’re really getting ready to leave me so soon, huh?’ Peter thought as he looked at his temporary hammer.
“Then it'll be easier to kick your ass!” Another dumb*ss says as the group laughs amongst themselves.
Out of nowhere, Tony stands up and steps in front of the mob of drunken fools.
“Ladies and gentlemen, let the bar fight begin!” Tony speaks like an announcer at a boxing match as he winds his arm back and sucker punches the closest guy, knocking him out as he hits the floor.
“I guess I will fight...” Thor mutters as he can’t just leave his new friend to fight a whole group of drunkards alone.
The sounds of breaking wood and glass could be heard from the bar as Thor and Tony issue out a well-deserved beat down.
Peter, on the other hand, just sat at the bar and watched the fighting. He wouldn’t get involved unless they needed his help, and by the way things were looking, he wouldn’t have to get up.
“You going to help your friends?” The bartender asks Peter without much worry.
He was far too used to this group of local idiots coming in and causing trouble.
“Nah, they got it.”
A/N: 1433 words :)
