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@rockingthe45​ “ first off – who the hell thought showing dirty videos would help anything ? most of those are staged. i want to show you personally .you learn better from experience. ”

“I don’t want to point fingers.”

Clint

Pain radiated from his head and from that spot on his body where hey had been taken down. His target had been right there in front of him and the device to render him unconscious had been in his hand when he felt it against his back. But he was not on the ground. Whatever was against his back was not the ground. To find out just what it was would mean opening up his eyes. And he was not ready to find out just what or where he was. Noise, though. The Commander could hear some sort of noise and it echoed around inside of his head. Which meant the pain was worse than it had been before. But he had no other choice. If he wanted to find out where he was he needed to open his eyes.

There was no light or at least not one bright enough to make things worse. Hesitantly he opened up his eyes and pushed himself into a sitting position. A cell. It did not surprise him that he was imprisoned in some sort of glass cell. His mission had failed and his masters would have punished him. This was similar to that punishment and while he did not see his punishment there nothing said it wasn't somewhere else. And then there was someone there with him. The Commander may not have been able to see him but he could feel someone watching him. It was not his masters. No, they would not have put him in a prison. They would have strapped him down for his punishment. And the pain he felt was not his punishment. So what was it? And who was the person he felt?

"я знаю, что ты там."

Say “We need to talk” … and I’ll generate a starter for what our muses have to have a serious talk about and/or confess. ( always accepting )

29. My muse is developing a crush on your muse

Steve didn’t look up from his sketchbook when he tossed the question out there between them. They’d been sitting together in a comfortable silence before the question was posed. Tony tinkering as always and Steve sketching different figures that looked an awful lot like the one and only Iron Man.

Steve had started to draw a child when he began to imagine Tony interacting with children. The man was so good with kids that it had, honestly, caught Steve off guard. He was ashamed to admit that, initially, he thought Tony would detest children.

Nothing could be farther from the truth. Tony had a way with kids. He didn’t belittle them or treat them as lesser. He talked to them as equals and kids usually responded well to that.

The eyes of the child that he was drawing started to look dark and large with heavy eyelashes...

Steve kept his eyes on the penciled, imaginary child as Tony answered. Only after he finished did Steve look up in mild shock.Some people weren’t meant to have children? Did Tony really think he wasn’t meant to have kids

   Steve had been watching the other man for the past ten minutes. Tony always had some sort of media playing at all times. Steve preferred it when the other man played music or news or film. Music was a way of understanding the culture around him. Depending on the genre and song, Steve was able to learn a substantial amount about a certain time period he missed out on.

Music was also telling of an individual's personality. How a person reacted to a song told Steve a lot about them, their preferences and their mood.

Tony caught his eye earlier. The ever-trendy socialite was dancing, quite openly, to whatever music was on rotation in the lab. Steve carefully set down his coffee and leaned back to get a good look at him through one of the open windows. Tony would tap his toe or shake his hips depending on the tune and the scientific progress that Steve assumed he was making.

After observing for a while, Steve mustered up the courage to interrupt. He had offered to “cut in” with a good amount of jest but the sound of his own voice didn’t seem as humorous as he had intended.

Maybe he was entirely serious.

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houseofsol

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@idumean

dailyteamcap

@ircntm

dailyavengers

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The familiar blue glow of his phone prompted a slight smile to tug at the corner of his mouth. He clicked the message and promptly dropped his phone in surprise.

....’dirty dream’ could mean anything.