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It's raining. No, actually, it's pouring. Cats and dogs, you remember Clint saying. But it sounds like a machine gun as you huddle closer to the wall of dirt, watching the large droplets turn the ground to mud.

The mission on your end went south, forcing you to abandon your post at the HYDRA base and run into the woods. Right when it began raining.

Your comms are long past dead, and the only thing that works is your watch. It's upgraded Stark tech, but the communication wires have fried. You're not even sure if the tracking chip is still active. It's the small thing you're hoping for, though. Because if you're not found soon, you'll more then likely freeze to death or get captured by HYDRA.

A pair of feet suddenly splash down into the puddle right in front of the small cave, and you shrink back as the person turns and crouches down.

Thor smiles brightly as you gasp. "Lady (Y/n), I am here to rescue you!"

You crawl forward, not caring if the rain feels like bullets as you throw your arms around his neck. "Thanks for coming."

He easily scoops you up, holding you close as he jogs to the quinjet above the cave. "I had demanded that I fly ahead, but Steve would not let go of my hammer, thus being the reason I could not come sooner."

You grin, teeth chattering together as he sets you down on a cot. "It's okay, Thor. W-We all know how S-Steve gets over t-the hammer."

He gently drapes his red cape over you, tucking it under your body like you had done just the night before.

"There," He says, smiling. "You are a.. What was it?"

"Burrito?" Natasha calls from the pilot seat.

"Yes!" Thor plops down beside you and nods. "She is my burrito."