#venominsideyou

Continued from X @venom-inside-you​

Bucky rests back against the wall around the corner. Listening to see if his little bag of treats had been accepted. He heard both men speak. So, he knew that both of them were still home. He’d only ever seen Eddie in passing when coming and going from the apartment. Though with himself having mild agoraphobia, Bucky simply assumes that Eddie’s partner or room mate may have had it to a heavier degree.

“Oh.. good, they liked it.” Murmuring while he presses the button for the elevator. He didn’t pry on the conversation any further than what he deemed necessary. By the time that the elevator doors opened back up on his floor. He noticed that there was a little card in front of his apartment door. Glancing around, he didn’t pick it up while he entered the apartment, stepping on it and dragging it inside with him. 

(starter for @venom-inside-you)

“Oh, my God!”  Cheryl didn’t usually walk up to a total stranger in a bar and shout at him, God knows she never did.  Social anxiety was a difficult row to hoe.  However, she’d just consumed a few rum-and-Cokes to “celebrate” her divorce being finalized, which she thought probably lowered her inhibitions.

A light blush colored pale cheeks at the words written so clearly over the little screen in front of him. Tipsy as he had been when he sent the rather filthy picture of himself and plea for some fun, his head never felt clearer as he took in the results of his actions. (That and human alcohols never affected him for very long.)

He had not been able to stop thinking about the two of them. Did not want to stop thinking about them. And to see that interest reflected so clearly in front of them, made him feel flushed and needing already.

His own return text was a picture of him taken in his mirror, the skirt and crop top combo he was wearing, putting his lithe body on display with the teasing text: Is this suitable for a night out with you?

Eddie, what is this human doing under the festive Christmas tree?

Eddie had just gotten out of the shower and was getting back into a fresher set of home clothes when he peeked out from the bedroom to see that yes, there was someone there. A wiggling someone, in fact.

“Uh, I have no idea,” he said as he walked closer, surprised that even with a 2 ft Christmas tree Mrs. Chen made him buy would even fit something, much less someone. He reached down and took the gag out of the man’s mouth, “Hi, how did you get in here?”

The pirate grinned somewhat sheepishly at him. “Not a clue, mate. Just woke up ‘ere.” There was a fair waft of rum coming off him that lent to his cheery demeanour considering his predicament. He might otherwise have been tempted toward defensive aggression or slight embarrassment. Instead, he shuffled out from under the very small tree and sat up, not fussing yet about removing any of the ropes around him. Not that he really could by himself.

Smuggling a lover into the Avengers compound was no mean feat for someone without Loki’s powers. He had to be open about his own return to the place, not wanting to draw suspicion to his sneaking about, but a shrouding spell was put upon his companion so that Loki would appear completely alone.

Luck was with them that the other residents were either abed or elsewhere for the night. Still, it was wise to be cautious this first night. To get away with it once was the idea, then anything subsequent and riskier would be a bonus.

Grinning like an adolescent, Loki tugged Eddie through into his room and locked the door. There was nothing particularly Asgardian about the place, it being a simple American room with an ensuite. There were shelves for books, a wardrobe and chest of drawers for his few belongings, and it was only his magic that made the place appear to have a Loki aesthetic with greens, golds and snake insignia. Making it a reality would take time, money and paint.

This strange night several of his crew had mysteriously vanished. They were none of them anyone he would miss or be sad to see go, but they were still able bodies useful aboard a ship. A few had been involved in altercations during their most recent voyage, scrapping with one man in particular, a miserable and scraggy-looking creature who kept himself to himself. Or tried to anyway.

It was this man Jack came back to find resolutely scrubbing the deck with a mop. He looked pasty and confused, distressed even, as if the use of the mop might scour out whatever was on his mind.

Suspicion on his features, Sparrow marched over to the crewman.

“Master Brock!” he barked. “Can you account for the whereabouts of certain individuals currently missing from my crew?”

"Not a bad problem to have." Bucky chuckles while reaching out for an embrace.

(ignore the kiss for now lol)