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It started as a pair of unusually persistent fangirls.
“You do realize,” Coulson lectured, giving them his best Earnest But Stern expression, “that it's inappropriate to cling to Thor's leg and beg him to take you to Asgard because his brother is...” He consulted his notes. “...a smoking hottie?”
The redhead raised her hand. “To be fair,” she pointed out, “she's the only one who wants to go to Asgard.” She indicated her friend.
“Yeah,” the brunette confirmed, “She's got a raging crush on Tony Stark.” She sniggered. “She wants to know if all of him is hard as iron.”
Unaccountably feeling as though he was losing control of the situation, Coulson opened his mouth to continue his lecture but found himself briefly at a loss. “Yes. Well.” He cleared his throat. “To continue, hanging around high-powered superheroes is dangerous, and-”
“D'you think we could convince Jarvis to let us into Stark Tower?” the redhead wondered to her friend, clearly not listening. “Or d'you think we'd have to break in?”
Coulson put his head in his hands. It was going to be a long relationship.