“Are you friends with FRIDAY too?” Clint asks, actually pretty impressed. He’s surprised he walking on his own, considering he can’t feel his legs, and he hasn’t really let go of Thor. “You have this whole secret life I never knew about.”

No Clint. You’ve kept your own secret life and you never open up to anyone and you make jokes to protect yourself and keep everyone else away.

Thor has never been anything but open and honest. To a fault.

“Gardens. Friends with Stark’s AI. You’re kind of great. Also, I think my feet are numb.” He knows he’s punch drunk. He can feel how crazy he’s getting.