Peter: Does anyone else practice the noises they’re gonna make when they die? Here’s mine: THANK YOU
Tony, yelling in the background: NO-
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Peter: Does anyone else practice the noises they’re gonna make when they die? Here’s mine: THANK YOU
Tony, yelling in the background: NO-

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[In a Zoom class]
Teacher: What is ‘mood’?
Peter, unaware his mic is not muted: It’s when you see your worm on the ceiling and say ‘god i wish that were me’
Class: ???
Ned: Pete... your mic- your mic is unmuted
Peter:
Peter: [leaves]
Loki: Look, just tell me the truth, okay? There’s been a lot of lying in this family
Odin: And lots of love!
Loki: More lies.
Loki: I promise, Father, I won’t let you down.
Odin: You can’t, because I don’t care.
Clint: Your guess is as good as mine
Natasha: I’m pretty sure my guess is actually way better than yours.
The rest of the Avengers: [various noises of agreement]
Clint:

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Peter, working on a puzzle: What do you think it’s gonna look like?
Harley: What do I- the puzzle?
Peter: Yeah
Harley:
Harley, launching the puzzle box at Peter’s head: IT’S ON THE BOX
Bubbles
For @queenofsassgard It’s not as long as I would have hoped, but I hope you still enjoy!
(Stony fluff)
“I cannot believe you.”
“Oh, I think you can.”
Steve had come back from a tiring mission to the kitchen- and his boyfriend- covered in the bubbles that the dishwasher was currently pumping out, “The point is I shouldn’t. How did this even happen?”
Tony, at least, has the decency to look sheepish, “I may or may not have engaged Clint in a prank war.”
Noting the bags under Tony’s eyes, Steve sighs and moves to save his boyfriend from the flood of bubbles coating the kitchen floor. Squeaking indignantly, Tony clings to the good captain’s shoulders as he’s lifted into the air.
“Steve! Put me down!”
“No. If you’re going to behave like a child, then you’re going to be treated like a child.”
“Steve,” Tony whines, “I couldn’t say no! What was I supposed to do, let Clint call me a coward?”
“So you’re saying Clint started it?”
“Yes!”
Steve merely chuckles and shakes his head, positioning Tony over his shoulder, much like a sack of potatoes.
“Think about that for a second, and tell me you’re not being a child.”
Tony crosses his arms across Steve’s lower back and pouts, “I never said I wasn’t.” Then, “Where are we going?”
“Cranky kids need naps.”
“Steve!”
Once he reaches their room, Steve unceremoniously dumps Tony onto the bed. Aforementioned genius immediately scrambles to escape, scrabbling at the bedding to slip from the bed. Steve simply scoops him back up and flops onto the mattress, holding Tony close. Grumbling in protest, Tony pushes at Steve’s chest.
“Unhand me, old man. I have a war to get back to.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No-“
“And very important work for the company. And upgrades for your uniform. And-“
“Tony.”
“For Pepper to look over, that’s very important, and very late-“
“Tony.”
Tony looks up at Steve, who hugs him closer, eyes already shut.
“Yes, Captain O Captain?”
“Shut up and sleep.”
He briefly considers arguing. Briefly. Instead, Tony sighs and curls up, pressing against Steve, who smiles faintly and pulls him that much closer. Together, they drift into comfortable unconsciousness.
After they wake up, many, many hours later, Steve makes Tony clean up the kitchen. He grumbles the whole time, but he’s secretly just glad that Steve is home. -The other fics should be up soon! :) - On Ao3
Hey, guys!
In celebration of 400 followers, I’ve decided to do something a little fun!
The first four people to reply to this can request any fic they want! I’m willing to write anything (smut, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, etc.) with any Marvel ship!
Update: There are no more spots left!
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(Note: It will not be a full fic, just a one-shot (but I’ll certainly try to make it a decent length ;)) )