I think Thor needs some love. I don't see a lot of fics with Thor as the main character, especially hurt/comfort ones. I know he's pretty invincible, but hey, even he gets beaten up sometimes. This is the first time I've written a 5+1 fic, and I know that in the first chapter it's kind of hard to see how it is Natasha relating to Thor, but it was a story that I just had to write and wanted to include in this. I promise I will make the next chapters clearer. Also, sorry if Thor's speech doesn't seem right, and I'm not sure whether the role of women on Asgard is like that either, but Thor did say that people on Asgard scoffed at the idea of a maiden becoming a warrior. All that aside, please enjoy!

~elovejapan

Five times an Avenger found Thor relatable, and one time they all did

Thor, as an alien/Norse thunder god, has amazing powers, strength and durability that makes him one of the most invincible members on the team. Therefore the team is always surprised to find that they have something that they can relate to with Thor.

5. Respect for Female Warriors (Natasha)

Natasha had collapsed in her bed at Avengers Tower when she returned from a particularly grueling mission one early afternoon, and even after sleeping from then to eight in the morning the next day, she still felt tired when she woke up. Or at least, her head felt tired. The rest of her did not seem content with going back to sleep. After a few failed attempts to return to sleep, she finally gave up and dragged herself out of bed, out of her room, and to the shared kitchen to brew herself some coffee.

"Ah, Lady Black Widow, you are awake at last!" boomed a familiar, loud voice. Natasha rested her head in her hand. She did not have a hangover, but it was still waaaaay too early in the morning for loud Norse gods. Thankfully, he seemed to be the only other one up.

"Mm," she grunted in acknowledgement as she gathered the items needed to make coffee. The thought crossed her mind to offer some to Thor, but when she turned to do so, she saw that he was eating Lucky Charms out of a salad bowl with a serving spoon, with some empty milk jugs and four (supposedly) empty cereal boxes cluttering the table. He was clearly wide awake, grinning from ear to ear and fidgeting slightly in his chair.

Definitely no coffee for him, Natasha thought to herself. She did not have the energy to find out what a Norse Thunder god on sugary cereal and coffee would be like, though she was certain it would be very irritating and probably destructive.

She realized Thor was talking. "What?" she asked. Damn, she was tired. Why wouldn't her body let her go back to sleep if she was still tired?

"I said, Lady Black Widow, how was your mission? Were you successful in your quest?"

Natasha quirked a smile in spite of herself. If she hadn't found what he last said funny, she probably would have given him a gruff "I'm here, aren't I?" Instead, she said, "It was good. Fine. It went well." Seeing a look on Thor's face that seemed a little confused, she said, "Sorry. I do not feel like jumping up and down in celebration over it, though I succeeded in completing it."

Thor flashed a blinding smile. "No need for an apology, Lady Black Widow. I have known comrades back in my home on Asgard that would call for feasts and music upon returning home in victory, whereas others would head straight to bed the moment they returned. Although, once they awake, they would call for feasts and music to celebrate."

"I guess you must be feasting everyday, then," Natasha mumbled.

"Indeed we do, Lady Black Widow!"

That was the fourth time he had called her 'Lady Black Widow,' and she was starting to get annoyed by it. "Could you please stop calling me that?"

"What?"

"'Lady Black Widow.'"

For some reason, she wasn't expecting Thor to do so, and was surprised when Thor smiled again and said, "Oh, certainly, if that is what you wish, L- um. I agree that Lady Black Widow is quite a mouthful. What would you prefer to be called? Lady Widow?" He paused, before going on with a sense of caution, "Lady Romanov? Lady Natasha?"

"Just 'Nat' is fine," Natasha said, pouring herself some coffee and walking over to the table. She tried not to feel sick at the sight of all the cereal boxes.

"All right then, Lady Natasha it is!" Thor exclaimed jovially.

"No. Nat."

"Okay," said Thor, a little subdued. "Lady Nat, then."

Natasha glared at him. "No, just Nat. No 'Lady.' It makes me sound like a damsel in distress."

"Oh." A worried expression crossed Thor's face. "Please accept my deepest apologies…Nat. I was merely attempting to be polite and to show my respect for you. You are most certainly not a damsel in distress!"

Natasha hid a smile. Her target from yesterday's mission would certainly agree with that statement- in fact, he was the one in distress.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I suppose it's part of your culture. But here, whenever people use the term 'Lady', it conjures the image of helpless damsels stuck in towers or about to be eaten by monsters, or who don't fight and run to men for protection. But that's just what I think. I'm sure that the women at home aren't like that, right?"

Thor folded his arms. "Well… except for a few, the women at home don't participate directly in battle. They typically support us with magic. But that doesn't make them any less worth trifling with," he added hurriedly when he spotted the look on Natasha's face. "In any case, I do have the privilege of knowing personally one of the women who do engage directly in battle. My good sister-in-arms, Sif."

"You don't refer to her as 'Lady Sif?'" Natasha asked.

"Occasionally. But not often. We are close friends, and therefore do not use such formalities."

"So it's a formality where you're from?" Natasha demanded. "Like how we use Miss or Mrs. here?"

Thor froze, clearly realizing that he had stepped on a landmine somewhere. "Er…yes?"

"Then why are you calling me 'Lady Black Widow?'" Natasha leaned forward. "Aren't we friends? Or comrades-in-arms, as you like to say?"

"Of course we are!" Thor replied. "It's just…here on Midgard, the women seem to like it when I address them with the title of 'Lady.'" He gave a shy smile. "I think my beloved, Lady Jane, likes it too, though I address her as simply Jane as well."

Natasha smirked. She had met Dr. Jane Foster before, and found her kind as well as an intelligent and serious scientist, as well as stubborn and strong-minded… but of course, that didn't mean that she couldn't be one of the women out there who liked that sort of thing. For her part, Natasha didn't really care- as a femme fatale and former assassin, she was accustomed to using her womanly wiles to lure men in, and she had been called all sorts of sweet names, like "sugar" and "kitten," but as they were uttered by men who were her targets, the words might as well be dry leaves in the wind. She didn't know why she was feeling annoyed about being called 'Lady' by Thor- perhaps it was because he was not a target and was someone that she cared for.

"Well, all the women you've met may like to be called that, but some don't." she took another sip of coffee. "Like I said before, it brings to mind helpless women. I wouldn't be surprised if your friend Sif doesn't like being called 'Lady' for a similar reason."

Thor frowned and scrunched up his head, apparently contemplating her words. "Well, I must admit that I thought that when Sif became a warrior she wouldn't want to be addressed to as 'Lady' anymore. But that didn't happen. People still call her 'Lady Sif' and she doesn't seem to mind. It is my belief that she prefers it that way, that she wants to remind people that she is a woman, that she could become and is a great warrior. I hear others call her 'Lady Sif' and I remember that she is a woman, and then I remember her awesomeness all over again."

Natasha hid another smile. She wouldn't be surprised that, if Sif had feelings for Thor, she would want to be addressed as 'Lady Sif' for the last thing that Thor said. Still, she liked Thor's theory as well.

"You know what," she said, sitting up a little straighter, "I don't mind."

"What?"

"I don't mind if you address me as 'Lady Nat,'" Natasha clarified. "At least, when it comes from you, I know you won't be calling me that because you think I'm weak."

Thor barked out a laugh. "Lady Nat, how could I possibly think such a thing after we fought side by side as comrades-in-arms in that glorious Battle of Manhattan? And I could never think of a woman as weak after spending so many years fighting alongside my sister-in-arms Sif."

"This Sif certainly sounds like an amazing warrior. I'd like to meet her one day." Another sip of coffee.

Thor grinned widely. "Indeed, I would love to see that day. I believe the two of you would be good friends."

"Lady Nat, would you like some popcorn?" Thor asked, handing the popcorn bowl over to her. It was movie night, and the whole gang was in front of the TV.

Clint choked. "Lady Nat? Is that a nickname for her codename? Because you know, Thor, a black widow is a kind of spider, not a fly. And it's female mosquitos that suck blood, not-"

"Oh shut up," said Natasha, punching Clint on the shoulder.

"Ow!"

"In any case Thor, I'm sure that Natasha would appreciate it if you didn't call her 'Lady Nat.'" Steve told Thor.

"No don't worry, it's fine. I don't mind. I told him it's fine," Natasha protested.

Steve glanced at her. "You sure?"

"I'm sure."

"All right then," said Tony, coming over. "Here is your dry martini, Lady Nat."

Natasha glared at him as she took the glass. "Thanks, she said, "But only Thor can call me Lady Nat."

"As you wish, Lady Nat," said Tony mockingly.

Thor roared with laughter as he watched Natasha give Tony a kick to the face that he felt sure that Sif would appreciate.

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