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random asks / slightly plotted || accepting

--------- Steve wasn’t the best dancer, necessarily. Back in older times, he’d never really gotten the dances he was PROMISED and well, now ?? Sure, maybe he’d be able to sway along to a song with someone but that was where his TALENTS stopped. When Natasha suggested helping him, he really THOUGHT she was kidding. But she was serious. And he didn’t know if that made him feel better or not. But here they were, his large HANDS holding onto her and one of her hands. “I don’t really think I’m doing that well.” She was definitely just trying to be nice because he was honestly surprised he hadn’t crushed one (( or both )) of her feet yet. 

𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑  ,  but  still  it  crawls  upon  his  features  slowly  .  a  frown  longs  to  follow  but  instead  he  buries  it  into  a  sigh  .  ❛  yeah  ,    ❜  blood  trails  down  his  arm  as  if  following  his  veins  like  the  river  nile  and  droplets  fall  to  the  floor  to  form  a  small  puddle  that  will  have  to  be  cleaned  up  before  the  hotel  staff  wonders  what  kind  of  guests  they’d  checked  in  that  week  .  UNDERCOVER  WORK  didn’t  usually  end  up  with  an  injury  ,  but  this  had  been  the  causality  of  proving  himself  to  their  mark  ,  a  bar  fight  to  defend  an  oligarch’s  honor  and  while  it  earned  them  an  invitation  to  the  lavish  party  —-  it  also  earned  the  soldier  a  few  stitches  in  his  shoulder  .  ❛    don’t  worry  about  me  ,  you’ll  know  the  signal  when  it  comes  .    ❜

     “I’m okay!” 

            No one cares.

     “I care!” Wade pushes himself up from the ground, and grins behind the mask as his eyes land on Natasha. “THAT was epic. You’ve gotta teach me the thigh take down thing for when we fight crime together next time.” 

Unprompted ! - @mxctxns

nat, drooling: ��������

he definitely hadn’t expected such a saucy return to his compliment.  steve could feel the heat rush to his cheeks as the image of her sitting there without a stitch of clothing on in his classroom filled his head.  having a nude model to sketch from was nothing new -- he never looked at anyone in a sexual manner.  however, natalia was more than just a pretty body.  her eyes -- emerald green and sparkling -- was what left him breathless.

“..well, um, thank you for volunteering your time to help my class out...” he said with a smile.  “otherwise, i uh, might’ve had to do it myself.”  well that was probably not the thing to say -- but it just sort of slipped out of his mouth.  he shook his head and chuckled.  “so where are you headed off to now?” he asked, quickly trying to change the subject.

Thor’s optimism seemed to be endless after once more discovering that his brother was alive.  Not only that, but the trickster had been essential during the fight against the mad Titan, serving as an ally that, realistically, made the battle even remotely hopeful.  After Thanos’ defeat, the others were further shocked to discover that he also had the capability and knowledge necessary in order to bring back those that were lost.

It took months of careful research and planning, the actual solution taking much of Loki’s strength and even a few centuries off of his lifespan ultimately thanks to the use of ancient and forbidden magic...but it had worked.  All across the universe, people were being reunited with those that they had lost, and every single channel on television showed footage of tearful reunions.  The Avengers were celebrated, of course, and there was no mention of Loki.

The god reasoned that it was probably for the best.  The likelihood of the world seeing him as anything but a villain was absolute zero in his mind.

Still, when all was said and done, Thor had insisted that his younger brother be permitted to stay in the Avengers Compound while the thunderer sought out the Valkyrie and the rest of the Asgardian people.  Even if Loki had his own objections to staying in a place where he was certain that he wasn’t wanted, there was little room for argument with Thor.

A month later, the Asgardian prince was seated upon the far end of the couch within the common area, a book in his hands.  As much as he didn’t enjoy isolation, he had been keeping to himself in order to avoid conflict.  As it was, he couldn’t dodge every distrustful look or disdainful glare.  It wasn’t as though Loki wasn’t used to being surrounded by those that had absolutely no trust or faith in him.

The lack of immediate response prompted a nudge from their host, trying to get the symbiote to stop just staring at her. That was far more unnerving than anything he’s seen it do thus far.

“C’mon buddy. Don’t be creepy.” Eddie was exasperated, giving her an apologetic look from besides the snake like appendage leaning off of him and intently staring at her like she was the most fascinating person on earth. “Sorry Nat. He’s convinced you’re going to go somewhere.”

That’s why they were there. At the most ungodly hour of the day to just show up on someone’s doorstep. But V had insisted until he couldn’t take it anymore.

The only warning he got before his proverbial body snatcher took over was the shift in their surface before the black spread all over. It wasn’t worth fighting against, not when the alien was in a mood like it was. Besides, if V did anything to upset her, she was perfectly capable of putting him in his place. They both liked that.