Hey Gais!

Anyone up for some Avenger-verse silliness?

Okay, granted, this first chapter isn't terribly silly, but...it's going to get there!

This is pretty random, so I hope it doesn't seem too unrealistic o.o

There are a few things I should mention before you read:

Contains Iron Man 2 References! If you haven't seen IM 2, you might want to read up on it at least?

Jane will appear in the next chapter. And the T rating has something to do with that. Although she is not exactly the main focus of this little ficcy.

I, as usual, do not own Thor. I just like to play with him and his friends. A LOT. :D

Enjoy!

Noise echoed in his ears, a torrent of metallic crashes and weapons fire, shouts and explosions.

Thor threw Mjolnir with little needed strength, slamming it into the faceplate of the automaton that flew towards him. The metal head severed with a crunch from the body of what appeared to be a less-than-perfect replica of Iron Man.

Smoke billowed from below as Mjolnir returned to his palm and he landed in an alley of the ransacked city.

Machines littered the sky and the streets; some were still whole and functioning. Most were not.

Iron Man himself shot into the air above him, a repulsor blast sending molten shrapnel raining down over the buildings around them. Thor moved to avoid the hot metallic shower; something bright cast a shadow over his head and a chuckle met his ear.

Captain America ducked with him underneath his shining shield.

"Tony should really pay more attention to his allies' positions in battle. You can tell the guy has no formal training."

Thor grinned and nodded before small-arms fire blasted from the end of the alleyway.

Pushing Rogers to the ground, he spun Mjolnir at speeds he knew his mortal friend could not follow, reflecting a large portion of the bullets back into the droid from whence they came.

He smiled down at the sparks that flew from the convulsing unmanned body.

Truly, this nemesis of Stark's, the man known as Justin Hammer, had nowhere near the technical prowess of Iron Man himself.

Thor rested Mjolnir on his shoulder in triumph.

Hammer, meet hammer. Mine wins.

He should have anticipated the three drones that landed strategically around him.

He should have, but he did not.

A weapon rested on the shoulder of the drone behind him, one he did not recognize. Before Mjolnir could whip the air into a frenzy and send the small robotic army flying, the weapon discharged.

Something akin to Stark's central repulsor hit his chest as he turned, knocking him into the wall of the building next to him. The drones took to the air.

Thor could hear Rogers shout at him to move quickly.

The sound of missile-fire ignited his senses and the weapon in his hand roared.

And then it was abruptly separated from his grasp as the invisible force of the explosion brought the building down around him, engulfing it in a sea of fire.

His head throbbed with the residual effects of the blast and heat licked at the metal on his arms. He thanked Odin he had decided to wear his full armor for this particular mission.

His cape was currently on fire, hanging halfway off his left shoulder as it smoldered closer to his head. He removed it and attempted to stand.

Darkness surrounded him, and he knew the building had collapsed on top of him altogether. One of his arms lay trapped beneath a pile of hot rubble, and Thor silently marveled at how close the machines had come to doing him actual harm.

A low rumble echoed around him.

He recognized it as some of the ground-force drones that Banner had been dealing with on the other side of the city.

Struggling, he used his free hand to push the large portion of broken wall from above him, greeting the sunlight with a renewed sense of fighting fury. His trapped arm was going numb, and he pulled at it even as the other rose into the air to summon his hammer.

A large weapon blocked the sun from his eyes. Looking up, Thor came face to face with the wrong end of a drone's fire cannon. He sneered at it as the flames within built and readied to fire at his head.

A crack erupted an instant later, and he momentarily blinked at the sudden sound.

Mjolnir came into sight as it smashed into the chest of the drone, sending it flying with a loud groan of bending metal.

Thor blinked in shocked silence.

Mjolnir was attached to a hand.

That was attached to an arm.

That was attached to Steven Rogers.

Biting back the slight sting of pain, Thor jerked his trapped arm free and moved to stand in front of his comrade.

The two stood in quiet surprise, Thor staring at his friend while said friend stared at the great weapon in his hand.

It wasn't until they heard the sonic boom of Iron Man shooting across the sky above their heads that Rogers shook his head and flipped Mjolnir upside-down, offering it handle-up to its owner.

Thor could not help but smile a bit when his ally laughed somewhat nervously.

"So….does this mean your dad likes me?"

Captain America can wield Mjolnir.

At least it's not Tony. ('Holy Crap!' if it were Tony! ;))