“You don’t get to be the one accusing me of being lifeless. Fuck you, Hale.”
“I’m not the one who’s been compartmentalizing every emotion for years, Christopher.” Peter countered, brow arching. “You certainly can if you’d like.”
“Yeah? What kinda guns? Any you feel like using on me?”
“IS that you’re way of telling me there’s one you’d like to keep for us specifically?” Elijah teased with a grin. “I’m sure we could handle a few extras.”
“I shouldn’t answer this. Your friends won’t like it. But yes. I do.”
“Chase, I thought we’ve talked about this.” Caleb replied, reaching to pull the other to him. “They can be mad all they want, it’s not going to change anything.”
Loki liked swimming in the pool at the apartment complex. Summertime in New York was odd, and Loki knew the pool water was cool, so he’d gone down to lay in the shade for a while. Dark green swim trunks clung to his legs and a pair of dark sunglasses covered his eyes as he lay on a lounge chair under one of the umbrellas. He had been out for half an hour or so when he decided maybe he didn’t want to be alone. He materialized his phone and sent a quick message to Bucky, hoping the other wasn’t busy.
[to; Bucky ♡]: Afternoon, handsome. Free for a swim?
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