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You tip-toed quietly over the wooden floor, your sneaky tactics caused you not to make a sound. You grinned as the target came into view. Only a few more feet, and your mission would be complete.

You chose your footing carefully, making sure to avoid any thing that could make a sound. With a gloved hand, you reached forward and opened the panel.

There it was.

You quickly and quietly grabbed the box.

A light in the distance turned on.

You had to run, and run fast.

Whipping around, you collided with a very steel-like chest of a man. He could probably crush his enemies just by giving them a hug. You were falling backwards but were steadied by a hand wrapping around your wrist.

You were dead.

“(Name), why do you have my precious PopTart's in your possession?” Thor asked, looking down at you, his brow slightly furrowed.

You squirmed out of his grasp. “I'm hungry, and I'm eating these because they are my favorite.” You turned and ran.

“I think not!” You heard the blonde yell and footsteps chasing after you.

Ducking under tables and jumping over couches, you saw the door to your room. If you could get in there, you may be safe.

You would have made it, if Tony hadn't walked in front of you.

Crashing to the ground you both went, Tony landing on his butt. Thor grabbed you around the waist and hauled you over his shoulder. You pounded on his back, as if he would let you down.

He didn't.

Instead, you were launched across the room and onto the red-and-gold-are-totally-awesome-colors-plus-this-is-my-house-so-don't-argue-with-me couch. You landed with a soft thud and were promptly pinned down by a god, who was smiling brightly. He reminded you of a puppy...A very big puppy.

He ran his fingers up and down your sides and you wiggled, not being bale to help the laugh that escaped you. “THO-AAARR! STAHP!” You screamed and tried to squrim your way out of his grasp.

He didn't seem like stopping anytime soon.

“OKAAHAHY I-I SURENDER! I'M SORAAAY!” You squealed.

His movements finally stop when you were on the verge of passing out.

He pulled you close to his chest. You sighed and breathed him in.

He pulled away and cupped your cheek before leaning forward and placing a kiss on your lips. Neither of you were sure where the box of Pop tarts went, and neither cared.

“Brother Anthony! Release my Pop Of Tarts!”

Well maybe Thor did.