#j0bdone

penny just crawls up into bed with andrei and snuggles up in their 10 foot blanket to cuddle w her man 💕

He'd been waiting, her wanting to finish whatever routine she had going on. He wasn't complaining, wasn't making her rush, he was letting it happen. After all, he was comfortably in bed and the only thing he was missing was her. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait much longer. A soft, sleepy and small smile was what pulled at his lips when she finally snuggled up next to him. His arm wrapped around her to keep her close as the blanket engulfs the two of them. "I will say, that blanket was a good investment." He mumbles, now able to settle in and actually feel he could get some sleep.

he'd aimlessly walked through at least two levels of the tower as he waited , dipping in and out of rooms without a word much to the disdain of those startled by the padding of feet and his frustrated sighs . verity wasn't due for another two hours , but when two minutes seemed to span that long he didn't know how he'd cope . something must have been discussed while he had wandered elsewhere , as the moment feet carried him back into the kitchen he's pulled from his path by yelena . she'd guided him to the counter , tapped at a tablet screen waiting with a recipe he couldn't grasp immediately — narrowed eyes sharpen his focus , double chocolate brownies . she throws him a look that tells him to keep busy , and promises she won't be far away . shit . . . but he supposed fucking up a basic recipe is better than straying like a stressed animal .

yelena's plan at worked , naturally . soon enough bob had stopped checking the time on his phone , tapped the screen to life only when he needed to watch an example of how exactly to fold ingredients together on youtube . bob had a vague idea , but inexperience had him wanting to be certain . guessing didn't feel right when he wanted everyone to be proud of him .

the batch was too large , an overestimation for how many mouths he needed to feed . two trays hadn't been enough and bob had scoured the cupboards for a third when there was still too much left over in the bowl . it was a relief when it was over , and bob stood watching them through the oven door . they looked . . . decent . he did that . yelena entered soon into their bake , the smell of warm chocolate had lured her and no doubt would bring in the rest of them soon . she crouches to peer through the glass , and when turning to bob she offers a thumbs up that swells his chest . bob laughs , and wipes his hands on a tea towel - it was hard to keep from wiping them on his pants instead . ' she's here , bob . ' yelena adds upon leaving , like verity's arrival was an afterthought she'd forgotten to mention — she eyes the state of him , flour threaded through his hair when he'd wiped the hair from his face during a moment of chaos , chocolate mixture somehow at his cheek , egg spatter at the hem of his shirt . fuck , she did that on purpose .

@j0bdone : sexual tension prompts .

the  credits  were  still  rolling  yet  no  one  had  resorted  to  turning  off  the  set .     mel  and  sam  where  sharing  videos  they'd  found  during  the  day's  doom  scrolling ,    saved  just  for  these  moments  before  they'd  stagger  into  their  own  beds .    both  bob  and  verity  were  nestled  beneath  the  blanket  they'd  shared  all  evening ,    a  thick  double  lined  throw  they  always  reached  for  when  the  evening  after  a  mind  numbing  day  called  for  a  movie  night  .

their  friends  are  so  close ,    bob  could  extend  his  leg  and  just  about  touch  sam's  foot  with  the  point  of  a  toe .    he'd  bent  his  knees  a  while  ago ,     feigned  a  need  to  readjust  where  he  sat  only  to  hide  the  movement  of  verity's  hand  beneath  the  throw .    she'd  been  pawing  at  his  thigh  since  before  the  end  of  the  movie ,    bob  has  lost  concentration  and  couldn't  recall  the  end  of  the  story .    he'd  watched  the  screen  yet  absorbed  nothing ,    eyes  had  glazed  as  all   conscious  thought  became  bound  by  verity's  presence ,   her  actions ,   the  way  she'd  laugh  at  the  videos  she  half  heartedly  played  on  her  phone  as  an  act .    bob's  own  laughs  were  breathy  and  short  when  her  hand  moved ,    palm  and  fingers  spayed  over  the  thickness  trapped  beneath  his  sweats .    hips  roll  into  her  hand ,    and  he  bites  down  onto  his  bottom  lip  to  keep  his  desperate  sounds  from  giving  them  away .    he  exhales ,   chest  squeezes  all  air  from  his  lungs ,    when  verity  tips  her  head  against  his  shoulder ,    faking  a  small  yawn  behind  her  hand ,        ❛  do  you  want  to  take  this  somewhere  more  …  private?  ❜

but as the week passed, love endured. and by the time she'd started speaking again, stanley had arrived at some conclusions and necessary fabrications without her knowledge. things that now needed to be fortified if they were to stay out of trouble. and then she focused on just omitting certain things. because nobody asks too many questions here, not really, not when you wear an apron and carry a pot of coffee. she made the reckless assumption that the lies had come to an end.

and then along came thanos.

now, on the heels of two separate avengers teams (she's not entirely clear on what's happening there) and the pitch black that had briefly enveloped the city, aisling figures the lies will continue to evolve. like a tiny pebble striking a pane of glass, and the cracks continue to expand until the entire thing is consumed. the reason she's reflecting on this now is all thanks to the screaming toddler and the diner filled with agitated customers. the mother continues to look at her, cold and detached, refusing to back down from her own lie which now has aisling backed into a corner. " we're all out of pancakes, love. i'm sorry-- "

anthony careens out of the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, arms straining beneath a plate carrying a frankly impossible stack of fresh pancakes, adorned with whipped cream, berries, maple syrup and chocolate oozing from between each batter. the child's screams reach a glass-shattering pitch, and the mother tosses a disgusted scoff in aisling's direction, hoisting the kid up and striding out of the diner in record time. aisling turns, ears ringing, and spots an evidently patient young woman sitting at the counter, menu folded, anthony clearly pre-occupied with presenting the worst-timed pancakes ever to be stacked.

" so sorry about that! i reckon my oscar award must be in the post by now, huh? you must have the patience of an absolute saint, so let's at least get you a good meal to make up for the delay! what can i get for you? "

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