#intombed

When he opens his door to see the woman standing there, he assumes she’s a unknown neighbor. There was no knock, and the hallways of his apartment building are always much too busy with families of all ages running up and down stairs to assume someone standing by his door is looking for him. Really, he’d think anyone seeking him out would try to be a lot more stealthy, considering he can’t imagine any desire to contact him is one of good intentions. “Do you need something…” The end of his sentence trails off as he stares at her, recognition pulling at his gut though he can’t quite place her. Not at first. Not for several seconds, until—

"you are very violent," the widow smirked as she watched the wolverine hack her way through the wave of bad guys charging them. honestly, laura could do all the work and nat could watch with a bowl of popcorn.

"now, are you done with your hissy fit? can we continue on with the mission?"

@intombed: "i have an admittedly insane idea." from wifey bc ✨why not✨ | accepting

she shakes it all away and reaches over to the empty side of the bed.  eyes open and she realizes her partner in crime was missing.  she always found herself waking alone.  david worked so hard . . . but one day she would like to wake wrapped around him skin to skin.  

quickly,  with the hope he had not yet escaped out the door,   anna jumps to her feet and wraps herself in a short black satin and lace robe.  she moved quietly  -  something she was good at was cat like reflexes.  she didn’t know where they came from,  but it made moments like this easier. 

anna comes down the stairs,  avoiding the creaks and sneaks into the kitchen as david hovers with the coffee pot in his hand.  she stops for a moment,  noticing his coffee mess.  a brow quirks but she doesn’t question it.  instead, anna comes up behind him and snakes her arms between his arms and torso.  long,  slender fingers stretch out over his chest as she presses her lips into the back of his neck,  struggling on her tiptoes.  when she speaks,  she wonders if he can hear the smile on her lips.  

❝ i’ve seen the look on a man’s face when he realises he’s going to die. ❞

angela is willing to listen, go on, @intombed​ (loki)

@intombed (danil) said:  “ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ”

     “  — lepidopterophobia, ”  she says (and correctly too, she’s looked this one up), turning from where she was refilling the coffee pot behind the counter to face the man on the other side.  “ some people are afraid of butterflies. ”  it’s said very matter-of-factly, like a warning that even the least intimidating creature had those who feared it.  there’s a small shrug of her shoulder as she pours the coffee into a half empty mug in front of him, eyes settling on the half-eaten food on his plate.