“Chance of Thunder”
Tony loves rain. Which is a surprise after Afghanistan and the whole waterboarding thing. Or after he almost drowned in the Pacific, buried under the rubble of his own place. But yeah, Tony loves rain and the way it offers little bits of happiness. A rainbow. A flash of pretty lightening bolt. A relief after a hot day. A free shower (don't laugh). A free wash service for the armor (do NOT laugh).
So when they're all stuck in the middle of nowhere, inside a dusty old safehouse and it starts to pour down on the place, he is amused to see the others so disgruntled at the weather. In a fit of childish wanting, he steps out into the porch, just to show them up and smiles when stray droplets hit his face. When Romanoff asks, a bit of smile hinting at her voice (they're friends now, who would've thought) he tells her ", I just like rain". He doesn't tell her the petty side of the story. How in the worst days of his life he could've used some.
It was snowing when his parents were buried. Rain would've been great during his wandering through the desert. And the sky was just so clear blue when he carried the nuke to the wormhole.
Everyone is pouting when he steps outside. Steve, always the motherhen, squawks ", Stark, come back inside, you'll catch pneumonia this way". Tony just laughs and yells ", free shower", before smiling at the sky. The rain slows to a gentler beat and feeling the God's eyes on him, he turns to see him grinning.
Thor would announce his presence with thunder and rain. And Tony would wait for him at the deck or anywhere outside. The days he would feel terrible, it would rain and lightening would streak across the sky, basking everything in bright, electric blue or purple.
They all pretend it doesn't happen for him. But it does.
Tony still loves the rain.
Only now, he loves the God who would make it happen just to see him smile.