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#9  :    exes  and  why’s    --    meg  deangelis

tony's   arrival   was   at   a   decidedly..      awkward,      time.      clea   had   just   left      —      the   two   of   them   likely   having   seen   each   other   leave   and   enter   the   sanctum,      respectively.      once   found   the   sorcerer   appeared   rather   confused,      as   usual   after   a   visit   from   his   ex-wife,      but   this   time   he   looked   a   touch   more   angry.      he   was   all   but   pacing   in   front   of   his   desk   as   he   ground   his   teeth   in   silent   agitation,      head   whipping   up   with   a   glare   at   the   sound   of   the   door   opening   once   more   before   his   expression   faltered   at   it   being   tony   who   stood   in   the   doorway.

“   TONY,   COME   ON.   “   he   wants   to   step   forward   and   take   his   hand   but   knows   better   than   to   crowd   him   now.   steve   knows   better   than   to   push   him   into   a   corner.   but   that   doesn’t   change   the   desperation   in   his   eyes.   “   i   didn’t   do   it   on   purpose.   i   wanted   to   be   there.   really   !!   we   were   both   looking   forward   to   it   for   so   long.   𝚠𝚑𝚢   𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔   𝚒’𝚍   𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝   𝚘𝚗   𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎   ?!   “   weight   shifts   from   one   leg   to   the   other,   a   hand   runs   through   grown   out   hair.   𝙞𝙩   𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩   𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨   𝙝𝙞𝙨   𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨   𝙗𝙮   𝙣𝙤𝙬.   he   should   have   gotten   a   hair   cut   months   ago.   but   he   hadn’t   managed   to   make   an   appointment.   “   i   couldn’t   leave   work.   please   ...   i’m   sorry.   i’m   really   sorry.   “   was   this   going   to   be   the   breaking   point   ?   the   moment   when   he   ruined   all   the   good   they   had   shared   ?   when   the   all   the   fights   they   won   together   became   meaningless   ?   “   please   forgive   me.   i   didn’t   mean   to   confuse   you   or   ...   hurt   you.   𝐈’𝐃   𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑   𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.   “   his   voice   shakes.   hand   nervously   running   through   hair   again.   he   couldn’t   lose   him.   couldn’t   lose   all   they   had   now.   “   it   won’t   happen   again.   ever.   i   promise.   “   

steve   rolls   his   eyes   and   sets   his   hands   down   on   his   hips   .   “   ʷʰʸ   ᵈᵒ   ʷᵉ   ʰᵃᵛᵉ   ᵗᵒ   ᵐᵃᵏᵉ   ᶤᵗ   ˢᵒ   ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᶤᶜᵃᵗᵉᵈ   ?   you   go   as   woody   and   i   go   as   buzz   lightyear   .   neither   of   us   needs   to   to   go   as   jessie   !   everyone   will   still   understand   that   we’re   from   toy   story   .   maybe   THEY’LL   GET   IT   even   easier   because   who   the   hell   chooses   toy   story   but   then   leaves   out   buzz   ?   “   it’s   a   little   ridiculous   for   them   to   argue   over   it   .   morgan   had   picked   the   topic   and   there   were   ˢᵒ   ᵐᵃᶰʸ   ᵒᵖᵗᶤᵒᶰˢ   ᶠᵒʳ   ᵗʰᵉ   ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ   ᵒᶠ   ᵗʰᵉᵐ   to   dress   up   .   yet   ,   they   failed   to   agree   on   which   costumes   to   buy   for   this   year   .   “   what’s   the   problem   ?   do   you   want   to   be   buzz   ?   IS   THAT   IT   ?   “   almost   like   the   aged   back   30   years   ,   steve   looks   back   at   tony   with   a   frown   .   “   if   that’s   what   it’s   about   then   you   can   be   him   .   “

On arriving in the common room of what had once been known as Stark and Avengers Tower, Loki had not been certain what to expect. Perhaps a blaring of alarms and an immediate arrest by machines or a gathering of unknown civilians staring at him before screaming when enough of them recognised his face.

But not this. Emptiness.

Loki used the stolen TemPad to close the time door and paced the once familiar room, long since remodelled following Hulk’s DIY with a Loki-hammer. His back still twinged and not only from the memory. He wasn’t aware of who had survived the Infinity War, his research only sufficient to bring him to a time after its end. It seemed as good a point as any to return to the timeline.

Were the Avengers even a thing anymore? Answers would have to be sought and here was where he last remembered. They were the authority who had impressed him as much as vexed him. They were who he thought he might speak to and how he might find Thor again.

Yet it was silent, sofas and an empty bar covered with sheets. 

Hang on.

Not completely empty. There was a lone glass and bottle of whiskey on the counter. The glass was half full. Or half-empty, if you were that way inclined. One of the sofas was partially uncovered. 

Someone was here. His senses reached out for them, prepared to defend himself.

JEALOUS, FIERCLY PROTECTIVE & TERRITORIAL PROMPTS

@iinventor​​​ said: ❝  aw,  baby.  it’s cute when you’re jealous.  ❞

“i’m not fuckin’ jealous.” he snapped, looking over to where tony was currently loosening up his tie after coming back to the tower. he’d gone to some stark event blah blah blah that sounded absolutely dreadful so naturally, dom didn’t go and stayed behind. not that he really could have gone anyway. they weren’t exactly pubic with...whatever this was between them. but after a while he’d gotten bored and turned on the tv to watch said event from the couch. everything had been fine until they’d shown tony rolling up to the party and coming out of his car with some blonde chick dom had never seen before. someone tony looked far too....chummy with for his liking. the italian was a hot head, he knew that. got that bit from his father, lucky him. 

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏.  She had made up with Clint; she had her family back and life was slowly going back to normal. Pink hair still there, it had grown on her - it looked cool. She might have to get rid of it later on, after all he made her stand out like a sore thumb.  Her attention drawn towards Peaches as she stroked the cats head. She hadn’t said anything yet, after all, Thor had given her a raven and she had given said raven the very original name: Nat.  At @iinventor​‘s words she didn’t know what to say.  So instead she offered a joke. ❛ Are you saying that to me or peaches here?  ❜ 

‘ you look a little tense. ’

“Tense? Oh no - being on a fake date with Tony stark is a breeze.”

Words are stated with a hint of sarcasm, hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress in a nervous gesture. It’s one thing to admire another from afar for intelligence akin to her own - but to be at some large event as a plus one? That’s another thing entirely. Gaze flutters about as hand arises to rake through dark tresses, huff of a sigh escaping her chest. The last time she had been around so many people was at college parties, & even then she tended to be rather anxious.

“It’s fine, completely fine - I’m fine.”