Jul 22, 2015
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It was hot outside but not at all the same on the inside. Pietro could never guess why Stark would keep the heat so low at night, considering he had so much money to spare, but he knew that that sort of temperature made for freezing Avengers.
He felt the cold as an especially obvious chill down his back as he sat on the couch, an arm draped around Natalia.
“It is freezing,” he commented, turning and burring his cold nose in the crook of her neck. “And I am from Sokovia. We eat ice for breakfast.”
