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[ often times there's not a lot to do. for a man like thor, it means wandering from one source of entertainment to the other, because if it's not battle it has a 50/50 chance of being found captivating enough to keep his attention for more than five minutes at a time. and that's what he's doing today, munching on a poptart with a box tucked under his arm, roaming through halls and past faces both familiar and foreign to find something to do.

and eventually, he may just be peering over your shoulder, looming all too close because what is personal space? ]

'lo. What is that?

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[ it'd taken him a while to get used to battle. the first couple of times something in him had balked from the glory of battle, had turned away and screamed it was wrong, wrong wrong whenever he felled a foe. that the glory earned in victory was something not to be enjoyed, that there were better things to be done than hurt people.

it hadn't exactly taken long for that part of thor to fade away.

now he takes to battle with a righteous enthusiasm, voice booming over the sound of battle just as much as the peeling thunder that follows his presence in the skies above does. he dives right into the heart of the enemy with no hesitation, swinging his hammer and electrocuting others with lightning, letting out a laugh as he enjoys the challenge and the adrenaline coursing through him. his squad members are nearby, locked in their own battles, waging individual wars, and thor ignores their presence as he handles his own.

another enemy falls to the mud, and thor raises his hammer, shouts a taunt: ]

Who else dare challenge me?! I will take all those brave or foolish enough!

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[The faith that Steve places in the others, Thor especially at this moment is large, but he wants to, believes in the other because he's proven himself capable trustworthy despite having only known him for a short amount of time. Though, compared to everyone else around, it's not that short, not that long.

He ducks down in his movement and a dash of lightning soars over him, strikes the enemy a distance away. At times inbetween the fight, he looks behind him to nod a brief thanks to the other because it's due and it's needed. Otherwise his attention is at the ready, taking down who he can before he plans out the next point to attack. At the least, the numbers are wearing down and from what can be seen, there aren't any reinforcements coming - that, or they've already arrived.

Still, back to matters; they need a way to either take down the others, force a retreat. Something to end the battle because they're going to tire down, and even if they take down a hundred, who's not to say that they don't have another hundred waiting for them? His ears are ringing, and once Steve realizes that they've broken the line effectively to where they won't be pinned, he flings his shield in an odd direction, tackles a soldier to the ground and incapacitates him.

His eyes go back to look for Thor once he's back up.]

Thor?!

[ he sees steve glance back at him, sees the break in the enemy line and nods his understanding. his first steps forward are more of a test than anything, but when he doesn't stumble or fall he trusts his equilibrium is back in balance and charges the ranks. he slides past steve and into the bulk of the horde, grabbing mjolnir from the group and slamming a soldier in his facemask, throwing him down. it's still hard to hear, but it's getting better and thor trusts that steve will stick close to him.

so he focuses on his own battle once more, attacking relentlessly. he doesn't know where the others are but they only have to hold out until the forces back off, and between the six of them - the six highly unusual rebels - it shouldn't take too much longer. his hopes prove correct when the enemy starts fleeing, either heeding some call or recognizing his and steve's strength. he doesn't know which it is, doesn't care much, because seeing their backs as they run away is the important part.

he grins, turns to clap steve on the shoulder, his hearing's mostly returned, so he's back to his normal volume. which is still rather loud, admittedly, but. ]

Ha, watch them run! They have finally learned they are no match for you and I!

[There's a fist flying for his face but Steve knows better than to take it with his face so he ducks, returns it with one of his own and he can feel Thor pass by him, hears the chaos he causes as he makes his way through and while it makes him feel better about the situation, he's still focused on the fighting. A breath in and he looks for his shield, recovers it as soon as possible then by the time he knows it, he's back to back with Thor. He hits low, the Norse agent hits high and soon enough the enemy's running, he's being grabbed by Thor.]

I - we don't make that bad a team, huh? [Reaching over, he clasps Thor on his opposite shoulder, throws him a grin while he catches his breath. There's a pause and he looks around at the chaos, fixes the handle on his shield.] We should..

[Another breath in and he clears his throat, pats Thor once more before dropping his hand.]

C'mon, helping with clean-up will make it go a lot faster. Someone's gotta keep the place presentable, right?

We make a fearsome foe together, I think. It is good to have you by my side on the field of battle. [ the smile he gives is genuine, pleased. he'd wondered how steve would be in combat and he likes the answer this battle has given him - clearly the man's fighting skills haven't been dulled by the time he was forced out of combat.

he can't help the way his face falls at the mention of clean up, though, a short grumble passing under his breath as he moves his hand from steve's shoulders. with the institution there hadn't been any clean-up - thor had just destroyed things, got the objective done and headed back to base. clean-up was left to others. since joining the resistance he's gotten used to the notion, but it's still far from the top of his list of favorite post-battle activities. ]

Of course. [ he clips mjolnir to his belt. he observes the battlefield, frowning as he tries to decide where to start first. ] Shall I assist in clearing stray debris?

[ yeah, he's already pretty used to taking steve's orders. then again, he can't think of a single person more worthy to command him on the field of battle besides odin, and thor tries not to think of him. ]

Likewise. I feel sorry for any guy who even tries to face the two of us, poor kid. [The idea has him give a grimace because whoever did have to go through that today was dealt a rude awakening. Still, the look doesn't remain long because Thor's smiling and it's contagious for some reason. Even if this is the first time he's fought beside the other, he's been with him enough to learn that a certain kind of smile is earned, and it's the one he's seeing now.

Then he catches the change, stops a little and gets quiet as he waits for the full response. He can't say that it doesn't amuse him, but as soon as Thor asks if he should help, Steve stops turning over one of the fallen slabs of concrete, straightens up a little and thinks about it. ] If you don't want to, I won't force a broom in your hand or anything, really. It'd help, but you don't have to.

Not like I can call rank on you, or anything like that. [A tease and he smiles. He's pretty sure that a lot of the others won't be aiding in clean-up either, but that's their call. It's not as if there is a division in charge of this kind of thing, so he scratches his chin, thinks about it as he settles a hand on his hip.]

I wouldn't mind the company, though. You could talk to me while I gather some of the walls that got broken down. Sound good?

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