They Only Talk About The Wayward Sons

Weak Bones ||

” ‘m not Tinkerbell.” He mutters with a grumpy little frown, the way a little boy does when his aunt pinches his cheek and calls him cute. Steve pops his head out of the blankets and rests it on the pillows now, extremely glad Jarvis darkened the room earlier. “Be here when I wake up, mkay?”

"Yes Tinkerbell." she replies quietly, curling up next to him in the dim light. Of course, she doesn't mind it, for once being the protective one of the pair. Not that she usually isn't, but it's just that Steve clearly needs help in this state, and it's not a situation she usually finds herself in. "You say that like I'm gonna leave."

avengers breakfast club!au?? yes pLEASE

I didn’t realize how much I wanted high school!Avengers until right now.

I actually saw this giftset ages ago and started trying to write the fic… it ended up turning into something else entirely but I’m hoping to start getting it online in the New Year if anyone’s interested…

i posted this a year ago and it’s finally relevant again

Weak Bones ||

He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close, pressing a kiss to her neck. “Anything you want.” He hums happily against her neck, before trying to smother a yawn.

She lets out a stifled little laugh at his yawn, looking down at him for a moment. "Hey, Tinkerbell, stop trying to put your moves on me and go to sleep. You're sick. Sleep."

He hums against her lips. “Don’t deserve you.” He says softly, moving his lips to press a kis against her neck before sighing. “Tony will be back soon.” He runs his hands down her arms, up her hips before wrapping around her waist and holding her close. “We should get up.” Although he makes no effort to move,

"I know." she mutters, pausing for a moment to allow another sigh to escape. "Come on." And with that she gives him a gentle peck on the cheek, before carefully stepping out of the bath. Grabbing a towel to dry off, she stares at herself in the mirror. This mood won't lift now, but at least they aren't still fighting.

Weak Bones ||

He grins again, cheeks flushed now instead of pale, and he almost forgets his situation. “Can I pay you in love and cuddling?”

She ponders that for a moment, pretending to think about it just to tease him. "It may be acceptable. As long as I get paid in advance. That's negotiable, right?" 

Weak Bones ||

"Never gonna behave." He buries himself under the blankets with her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Thank you for taking care of me."

"That I already knew." she mumbles, pausing for a moment to stare up at him. "Not a problem. That's what I do. I expect my pay cheque in the mail." she laughs quietly.

He hums softly when she kisses his nose, and places his real hand on her cheek to gently bring her lips to his. “M’sorry I’m an asshole. I’ll come straight to you if I hear anything like that again.” He murmurs against her lips, before placing another kiss to them. 

"Yes, you're an asshole. But thankfully you're one I can tolerate and one that I think is pretty great. Also one that's pretty good at this whole marriage and kids thing, even if you don't think so. So I forgive you. Just don't let people get to you." she mutters, smiling up at him gently before she returns the kiss.

Weak Bones ||

He laughs, sitting up slightly, his ruffled hair and little grin making him look so young. “You love me too much to break me.”

"Hm, probably." she mumbles, hidden under the covers out of fear of him tickling her again. One of her pale little hands appears from beneath them, pointing accusingly at him. "Behave, you're sick."

He leans into the kiss, a small sound leaving his throat, before she laughs and pulls away when her glasses fog up. He manages a shaky smile, tugging her glasses off and taking his time as he slowly helps her out of her clothes. Quickly, he strips himself, sliding into the tub and helping her in to sit in front of him, with her back pressed to his chest. When he’s content with the height and temperature of the water, he turns off the tap, wrapping his arms around Darcy and tangling their fingers together, chin on her shoulder. He doesn’t speak, fine just to listen to their breathing and the water lapping at the sides of the tub.

She likes it, the sound of the water. The drip of the tap in the sink that keeps in perfect time, always. It's been like that for a while, but neither of them really want it fixed. It's fine as is. So is everything else. And so she sits there with him, in complete silence bar the sound of the water. It completely calms her, makes her feel better, and so she decides that this is going to be the way that arguments end all the time now. With apologies and calming down. She turns her head to look at him, a gentle peck to the tip of his nose. It's her usual non-verbal apology, of course.

Weak Bones ||

"But you like my body." Steve mumbles with a smug grin up at her, fingers tickling her side with no real effort. But in all seriousness, he’s glad this hasn’t turned her away.

"Oh, yeah, because it's such a surprise." she replies, rolling her eyes. But then he tickles her and she tries to wriggle away, a quiet squeal leaving her. "Stop it, if I punch you like I usually do you'll snap in half." she laughs, soon getting lost in the amount of blankets piled on the bed.

He nods, more to himself than to her, and stands, never letting go of her hand as he leads her to bathroom. She’s so beautiful, so wonderful and kind, and he regrets every word he said against her, every thought. He lets go of her hand for the briefest moment, to run the water and make sure it’s the right temperature, before turning back to Darcy, and wrapping his arms around her again with a shaky breath. He doesn’t deserve her.

Their bathroom always steams up a little with the hot water, and so it soon calms her any way, warmth radiating throughout the room. She just seems to sink slightly as he holds her again, body much more tired now after an argument. Darcy stares up at him, a gentle kiss to his jawline before catching his lips with hers, if only for a moment. Then her glasses steam up, and so she gives a shaky little laugh. 

Weak Bones ||

"The hell is Sheldon Cooper?" He asks absently, shivers slowing as she warms him just by being near. "You still love me, even if I’m not all… super-soldiery?" Dammit, he forgot the effect cold medicine had on him. 

Darcy just lets out a quiet little laugh, Steve seeming even more his age when he's like this. But at his question her smile becomes sincere as she looks down at him. "Yep. Still. I mean, eh, it's nice when you are, but it's still nice when you're not. Not dating you for your body, champ, believe me."

"Come with m-me?" He asks, and he’s not trying to be sleazy. He knows if he goes to shower alone, he’ll get lost in his thoughts again. Bucky just wants to be able to hold her in his arms, have her near. "W-we don’t have t-to do anything. J-just… D-don’t want to be alone." Not after I almost lost you because of my stupidity.

It's the stutter, it kills her. That a man so confident could develop one when he was upset, and upset over her, it just seems to speak volumes to her. She gives a nod, and a quiet agreement, knowing that if he's alone in this mood he just gets worse and worse. "Of course I will, don't be silly."