#stevex2

"Have you seen my hoodie?" Steve called from deep with a Sanctum closet.

"... Nooo."

"... You're wearing it, aren't you?"

Stephen clicked his tongue loudly. A page in his book turned itself. Steve poked his head through the doorframe, letting an affectionate sigh huff through his nose.

"Nat and I were gonna go out tonight--"

"And how does this effect me?"

Steve swaggered over, bending slightly at the waist to meet his boyfriend's gaze. Stephen ignored him, eyes soaking in every word in Sanskrit on his lap. When Steve didn't break, Stephen rolled his eyes.

"This one is old anyways, if you're going out, bring this one."

The sorcerer flicked his wrist and a different hoodie floated through the room. Steve grabbed it casually, running it through his fingers.

"That one matches your complexion better anyhow."

With a warm smile, Steve dropped a kiss against the silver streak in Stephen's hair. The sorcerer hummed, turning the page between shaking fingers.

"You win this round, o' Sorcerer Supreme," Steve grinned, shrugging on the hoodie. "But you won't be so lucky next time."

"Never underestimate me, captain," Stephen retorted back, pale green eyes shimmering. "It'll be the last mistake you ever make."

Steve laughed and a warmth blossomed in Stephen's chest.

"I'll see you later tonight?"

"Sounds good."

I took this art and made a background and setting for it so that it's more like a proper piece.

Not explicit, but... I've put the full thing behind a cut just in case:

"I'm too sober for this."

"You don't even drink."

"Maybe I should start."

Stephen narrowed his eyes across the table, glowering at an empty space on the wall. Steve kept his spine awkwardly straight, fingers curled in his lap. T'Challa, Tony, and Nat had been arguing for about ten minutes straight and even the Sorcerer Supreme was getting a headache.

"You can't get drunk anyhow, what with the super serum," Stephen muttered. With how loud the other Avengers were speaking, he didn't really need to whisper at all. "I read your medical file, I know."

"That's not... Totally accurate," Steve mumbled back. He gestured with his eyes at the end of the table. "Thor once brought Asgardian mead that really uh. Brought me back."

Stephen's eyes widened a fraction. Even with his adventures across the multiverse, he'd never had Asgardian spirits. He was too scared to, frankly. Pursing his lips, he let out a quiet sigh of resignation.

"Honestly? If we both can survive this meeting, I'll get enough mead for us both to transcend space and time."

"Really?" Steve relaxed his posture slightly. "I guess I'll start really paying attention."

Technically another prompt by @song-of-freedom  but I made it a little bit bigger this time because why not? This pairing barely gets any art, might as well make it worth it! XD

Might add a background to it in the future once I figure out how to background 😅

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