It had been a long day. A very long day. Steve had convinced you to join him for a meeting with the World Security Council because Natasha had taken a last minute mission, and there was no way that he was brave enough to go on his own. Jump from a plane with no parachute? No problem. Take on a HYDRA base with nothing but a tin can for a shield? Easy. Attend a boring six-hour meeting with a bunch of old men in bad suits? Completely terrified.

The team was gathered in the common room when the two of you arrived, waiting to get an update on what the meeting had discussed, but you wanted none of it. "Steve, I've already done my time. Can't you debrief them so I can at least get this dress off? I'm so uncomfortable in this stuff, you know that."

"Just give me ten minutes."

"Fine, but these shoes are killing me. If you want me there, I expect a ride," you smirked, not actually expecting the Captain to immediately sweep you from your feet and into his arms to be carried to the group.

"What the hell kind of meeting did you guys go to?" Tony asked, watching quizzically as Steve set you onto the couch next to him. "If that's the kind of treatment you get for tagging along, count me in for the next one."

"Careful what you wish for, Stark," Steve chuckled. "We have another meeting tomorrow and I'm more than willing to make sure you get there."

At the sound of another meeting tomorrow, you bolted up in the seat and pointed at Steve, angry that he was telling you this only now. "Rogers! You didn't say anything about tomorrow. This was a one-time thing! I was just the filler for Nat." You hastily kicked off your shoes, sending them flying across the area between couches and into Thor's lap. Picking them up, he turned them over several times to inspect them with a confused expression.

"Why do Midgardian women subject themselves to such uncomfortable footwear? I see no practicality here whatsoever."

"Thank you!" you exclaimed, clapping your hands together in agreement. "Thor gets it! My feet are absolutely killing me, and for what? So I can look taller? Make my ass look better in my skirt? Unnecessary."

Seeing an opportunity to help and gain a few points as the hero, Thor quickly moved to your side and took your feet in hand, turning you so that your legs were resting across his own. "Might I be of assistance, (Y/N)?"

"Please, be my guest," you said with a smile, purposefully looking at Steve with a glimmer of satisfaction in your eye. If he was going to subject you to another day of this, you were going to make sure he knew that all of the perks were yours, and this perk was exactly what you needed. "Wow, you're really good at this," you hummed, closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation as you leaned back against Tony.

"So explain to me, if you will, why you choose to suffer in this manner?" Thor asked, his full focus on what his hands were doing, caressing the ache from the muscles and tendons in your feet, slowly working his way to your calves. "And not only the footwear. You appear uncomfortable in your attire, and I must say that I don't remember seeing you with so much color applied to your face. Is this what's expected?"

"It's his fault," you replied with a pout, pointing at Steve again. "I bet you couldn't last an hour in what I have on, Cap."

Roars of encouragement and agreement suddenly filled the room, everyone eager to see Steve in a dress and heels. You almost felt bad for saying anything when you saw how red his cheeks were getting, and that he appeared to struggle with turning down any kind of challenge.

"No. No way," he huffed, holding his hands up in defeat. "I'll let you win straight away. I'm not gonna bite, (Y/N)."

"I would be willing to take on that challenge," Thor joined in, "I see no reason why a man shouldn't experience what women are expected to wear in their presence."

"Well, in that case, (Y/N), didn't you hit up Victoria's Secret yesterday?"

"Shut up, Tony," you hissed. "Thor, you don't have to do that. I was just making a point that Steve couldn't handle it, and he made it very well without a fight. I'm satisfied." When you glanced back to Steve, he was giving Thor a look that could only mean trouble; he saw an opportunity for mischief and couldn't let it go. Now that the room had grown quiet again, you turned to see why Tony was typing so frantically on his phone next to you.

"Thor, hold up your foot," he commanded, "mmm hmm, okay...there. Be right back."

"Tony...where are you going?" you asked suspiciously, knowing that if anyone would take this too far, it would be Stark.

"Shopping. Do you know how far I have to go to get heels in size 15?"

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"Thor, hold still, I've almost...got...it..." you groaned, trying desperately to zip up the back of his dress. "There!" You stepped back to look at the poor guy, trying to hold back a laugh in an impossible situation. "Oh, Thor. Oh, I'm so sorry."

He turned from side to side, looking at the clothing that Tony had chosen for him, struggling slightly to stay upright on heels that looked far too unstable to hold up a man of his stature. "This is for one hour only. I must prove that it can be done."

"Okay," you sighed, "try to walk towards me." You hurried to the door and held out your hands as if he were a child learning to walk. It wasn't exactly far from the truth. He started to wobble almost immediately, and you instinctively reached out and took his hands to steady the god. "It's like watching Bambi..."

"Bambi?"

"It's a cartoon...baby deer learns to walk...falls a lot...it's nothing, don't worry about it."

The walk to the common room was slow going to say the least. He never fell, but there were plenty of close calls and a few pictures knocked off the wall as he caught himself. Once there, the incessant flashes of pictures being taken by the team interfered with his vision and he tripped, thankfully falling onto the couch and into Steve's lap, encouraging even more flashes and commentary.

"Thor, you're beautiful," Tony laughed, standing to get a picture from every possible angle. "A beautiful man, but a horribly unattractive woman."

"Come on, guys, be nice. He's doing this for the experience, not so you can make fun of him."

"Okay, but we're gonna."

Steve pushed up on Thor, who was struggling to stand as it was, pausing when he both heard and felt the rip of his skirt. The defeated look on his face was enough for you to let him off the hook from finishing a bet that wasn't even his in the first place. "Thor, that's enough. I'm calling it."

"But, (Y/N)..."

"No, sit," you commanded, taking off the shoes that his feet were mercilessly squished into and now stretched out beyond their original capacity; so much so that you could see the outline of each of his toes in the material. "Here, give me your feet." He shifted and put his legs over yours, much the same as you had done only a few hours before.

"I have the utmost respect, (Y/N). My feet are already quite sore."

"I think I owe you," you said with a smile and a look of understanding, "may I?"

"Please," he groaned in relief at the first sensation of your massage, "be my guest."