Behind Enemy Lines (Avengers fanfic)(Slowly Editing)

Chapter Five:Trouble's brewing

No copyright! All characters (except Araceli and Clarice) are owned by Stan Lee

I turned around and closed the door. Thor was sitting straight in the chair looking at me. I forgot about Thor.

"What was that," he asked getting up.

"What?"

"You and Tony! You should be mad at him not screwing him."

"Thor. I'm sorry. It just happened."

"It was something you could stop."

"Stop being jealous. You never did make a move. So Tony did."

"What makes you think I'm jealous?"

"You're getting mad over something that's not your business."

"I'm watching out for you."

He walked closer to me. His body was so close to mine. I could almost feel his body pressed against mine. We stared in to each other's eyes.

"You don't know how much you mean to me," Thor said in a whisper.

"That's because you never talk to me. I'm your best friend. If you need to tell me something then talk. I'll always be here for you Thor. You've known that for years now. Do you know how bad this hurts? I hate fighting with you. You know that too. So why are you doing this to me now?"

"Because of Tony. I don't like him hurting you then getting in your pants."

"You don't like it because Tony made the move before you did."

"I don't like that he thinks he can do whatever he wants and get away with it!"

I stared at him. He looked at me. His eyes were watery. I wrapped my arms around Thor. Hurting Thor made me feel bad. This is an emotion I can't set aside no matter the circumstance.

"I'm so sorry," I mumble in to Thor's chest.

He hugged me back.

"I'm sorry too Araceli."

His hand rubbed my back.

"Can we try not to fight like this again," Thor asked.

"Just talk to me. OK?"

"OK."

We let go at the same time.

"I need to change clothes," I tell Thor walking over to my closet.

"OK."

My back was facing Thor. I could tell he was staring at me. I changed in to a different pair of pants before grabbing a shirt and walking over to my bed then sitting down. Thor laid on the bed when I sat down. I took off the shirt I had on. It didn't bother me that about Thor seeing me. He has seen me naked. So half naked isn't something to worry about.

"Is this where you," Thor asked trailing off while putting his hand on my back.

That spot was just above my heart.

"I almost died," I finished for him.

"Uh yeah."

"Yes it is." I tell him proudly.

"Why are you happy to say that?"

"Because it's something to remind me that I helped fight for something that's good."

"So you're happy with almost dying?"

"Not that. I'm happy that I was helping something that was right."