He flexed his fingers. The knuckles ached in a dull, satisfying way. Not enough. Nothing was ever quite enough when it came to you.

Across the room, Natasha paused mid-stretch. Steve lowered the punching bag he'd been holding steady for Sam.

You were by the far wall, still in the lower half of your suit, phone in hand. The agent's name glowed on the screen. Thor didn't need to see it to know. He'd heard you mention it twice already.

Thor's jaw tightened. For a long second, he looked like he might argue. Then he turned, stormed toward the equipment rack, and grabbed a towel hard enough to tear the fabric.