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apocalypsii:

someone give me “you live in the apartment across the hall and you’re so fucking hot but i get so awkward around you even though you act completely normal and i stutter every.time. you’re out of my league anyway but then one night my stupid roommate locks me out and i forget my key and you see me sitting the hallway so you invite me in. and obviously i say yes but holy crap what is happening” plot pretty pls

Looking At You (Part Two)

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“How
long has this been going on?” Banner asked, eyeing the metal limb
critically. “When did it start?”

“A
few weeks ago, I guess.” Bucky flinched as he tried to move his arm
and the joints squealed as they rubbed together. “It’s just been
getting worse as I go on.”

“And
you just now got down here?” Bruce tsked
in disapproval. “Bucky this could have ended up really bad for
you.”

“The
lab is intimidating to guys like me. I’d never even really seen a
computer before, remember?” Bucky shrugged. “And I thought it
would get better.”

“Yeah,
well you can hold my hand if you get scared of the computers.”
Banner laughed and Bucky joined in, and across the lab, Tony cursed
when he spilt his coffee all over the desk.

Both
of the other men looked up and he shook his head. “Sorry.
Sorry guys I just slipped is all. Sorry.”

“It’s
no problem Tony.” Bruce said, eyes brows furrowing as he watched
Tony try to clean up. “Do you want some help?”

“No!”
Tony snapped then rubbed a hand over his face. “Sorry, sorry
I just meant that I can do this… you do… that. I’ll deal with
this… you deal with that.”

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techmagiclightxnshieldedsoldier:

themusechronicles:

Loki

Loki tugged on the blond hair, allowing Steve to press him back against the wall and press their bodies together. “Of course you have my interest.” He smirked, pressing his lips hard to the captain’s. “I may stay a few more days, explore just how long I can make my marks stay on you.”

Steve tilted his head back as Loki tugged, giving a low moan at the sensation. “We’ll have to see how long I can leave marks on you, too.” he breathed huskily, kissing back just as hard as a hand moved to tease at the god through the pants he wore. “You’re welcome to test how long you can leave your marks, feels good when you make them.” he murmured as he broke away, hand unashamedly brushing between Loki’s legs. 

Loki grinned and pressed his hips into Steve’s fingers. “My darling captain, do you find yourself in need of some release?” He asked, moving his fingers to dig into the round globes of the captain’s ass.

“Something like that.” Steve answered vaguely, giving a little smirk and leaning to brush his lips against Loki’s. “Unless you’d rather wait until tonight for some more fun.” He teased.

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theempathywithin:

Is it possible to acclimate to a new setting when it’s the polar opposite of what you came from? Juniper struggles to figure that out. The avenger’s tower seems like a castle compared to her house back in Maine. Every day she discovers a new nook and cranny to explore. Today, she found herself in the wrong nook to discover. 

As she tiptoes down the stairs, she finds a whole new room that seems like a mechanical museum. Robots, cars, weapons, you name it, it was there. Breathlessly, she looks around to see if anyone was there. Thinking she is in the clear, she walks over to a prototype Mr. Stark has been working on. 

“He really out-did himself with this one.” she whispers, reaching out to touch the shiny half done suit. 

@themusechronicles

Tony had been going to get coffee in the side office. As he walked out, fresh cup in hand, he stopped and watched her for a moment. “It’s not done yet, either.” He said a little harshly. “Please don’t touch.” He walked over, reaching to guide her away from the suit. “JARVIS hasn’t finished the paint yet and there’s some minor stuff to work on. I don’t like when people mess with unfinished work.” He explained. “What beings you down here so early?” He asked, going to sit at the ckuttered but somehow still organized desk and sitting in his chair.