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Fury was initially very seduced but now he’s just insanely worried and calling an ambulance, cradling the poor, agonized Ted in his lap. 

Forehead or cheek kisses

Fury laughed, wrapping his arms around Ted as the taller man’s lips pressed to his skin, turning whatever they touched into a warm patch of tingles. It had been so long since he’d been smooched up like this, he couldn’t even remember who’d been the last person to do it.

It was usually him being affectionate.

He lay on his back, acting as a bed on the couch for the third time, his hands now running through Ted’s hair as he was kissed. After a short while of giggles and murmurs, he wrapped his legs around the other’s waist, pulling them closer together still.

And then he began returning kisses of his own, always moving dangerously close to Ted’s lips, as if he’d pull him into a proper kiss at any minute.

The blinds were drawn and the radio was turned off, so the apartment was submerged in darkness and silence. Perfect for a nap.

Zeke was sprawled out on the couch with his eyes shut, cigarette smoke forming a cloud above his head. This was what Heaven must be like, he thought. Undisturbed solitude.

The money’s already on the table, his tools in his bag. He’s ready before closing time- he’ll work out a strategy on the way. He can’t very well kill civilians. 

Well, he could, but it would be messy and risky. He wanted this to be a clean hit; he knew the place, it had good daiquiris. It would be a shame if it were closed down due to this. 

He’s going with the safe option first. Once he locates his target- apparently a man with a helmet at his side- he’ll set off the smoke bombs. The place would be cleared out in the confusion, and he’d move in. 

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He didn’t have to get involved. There was the option of just walking away and leaving the visibly beaten man in the alley - he had left him in worse shape before, after all, at Phonehom. 

But, despite the anxiety churning through his chest at just the sight of the prank caller, something about leaving him didn’t sit right with Jacket. The man looked like he could hardly stand on his own for much longer. Maybe there was a chance he wouldn’t recognize him without the rooster mask, anyway...