Outside his home, Thor was acutely aware of the sound of some kind of heavy vehicle in the distance closing in. Having grown up in Two and with his years inside the Nut, the sounds of heavy machinery and the armoured trucks that came to and from the Peacekeeper compound were common. As the roar of the engine grew closer to the Village, however, Thor sat up in his chair, his groggy brain attempting to give a reason why a Peacekeeper would need to come here. Perhaps his performances hadn't delivered what Stane wanted and he was to be brought back to the Capitol. Potentially getting arrested should have scared him, but it didn't.
But he wasn't greeted with the sound of the door being kicked in nor by the orders to not resist arrest. Instead, he heard the voice of perhaps one of the few past Victors Thor knew in any real capacity. They were the farthest things from friends, and Stark's shouting from his front door came as a surprise. Getting up from the chair, Thor saw the man peering through one of the windows that framed the door with something in his hands. It would have been easy to ignore the social call, the blond told himself as he stood and crossed the floor to pull open the door. Now Thor could see that Stark held some kind of fancy branded alcohol in his hands and Thor was hardly one to turn that gift down, something anyone who knew him at all was aware of.
"Finally, someone with an understanding of what breakfast should be," Thor commented wryly as he moved off to the side, wordlessly inviting Stark in.