Tony: I Feel Like Sherlock Holmes Right Now.

Peter: What about you?

Tony: What? What about me?

Peter: What if someone needs you?

Tony: Nobody needs me.

Peter: I do. I need you.

You know what, take my Loki headcanons:

(I use he/she/they for Loki here)

•Central heterochromia. Because screw it. This is how I'm choosing to end the green eyes vs blue eyes debate.

•They used to love sleeping and would make sure to get enough rest when he was younger. As years went by, after some traumatic experiences that caused nightmares, sleeping became an issue. That peaceful sleeping scene we saw in the series is a rare occurence, most likely caused by a mix of exhaustion and Mobius's soothing presence.

•Used to pretend to be sick and hurt for attention as a child. As Loki got older, Frigga became the only person that still cared, and she was also the only one he felt even slightly bad lying to, so he just stopped (this one isn't exactly mine, except the Frigga part).

•Enjoys poetry. Had the Asgardian equivalent of an edgy phase and used to write terrible "dark" poems. Thor took a while to stop teasing them over it.

•Still writes poems sometimes, though his writing style changed a lot.

•Used to overwork themself with learning new spells and other skills.

•Basically, due to constanly being in Thor's shadow, whenever she found something to be good at, they wold hyperfixate on it to the point of neglecting self care. Frigga would have to literally pull him away from his studies for them to eat/drink/sleep/take baths.

Planning to make headcanons about his relationship with his family and also about her bissexuality/gender fluidity, but right now I'm kinda sleepy so take this.

My boys <3

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“When everything you touch turns to gold”

Tony being covered in molten gold

Nothing feels better than lying in bed with Sam. Nothing feels better than feeling just the silk sheets on his bare skin, the breath of his boyfriend by his ear, and a fingertip making lazy trails across his chest.

It could almost put Bucky to sleep, his eyelids droop lower as Sam loops his finger in a circle, then stops around his collarbone.

“This one’s new,” Sam says, voice barely above a whisper. 

“What?” Bucky mumbles, not fully paying attention.

“This freckle, here,” Sam says, pushing his fingertip deeper into the skin. “It’s new.”

The freckle Sam’s pointing to is too close to his neck. Bucky can’t look down and see it, he doesn’t try to move anyway.

“You probably just don’t remember that one," Bucky argues noncommittedly.

“Nope. I’m certain,” Sam says, resting his head down on the cushion of Bucky’s left pec. “I know all your freckles.”

Bucky huffs out a breathy laugh. Sam must register the disbelief in it.

“You don’t believe me,” Sam says.

“Course not, how can you remember every single freckle on my body?”

Sam picks his head up, stares straight into Bucky’s eyes.

“Cause I kiss them every night. I’ve counted them, all fourteen.”

“Fourteen?”

“Now fifteen,” Sam says and puts his finger back on the one by Bucky’s neck. The one he just discovered tonight.

And that’s when the moment hits Bucky. Sam’s studied his body, paid such close attention to each inch so carefully, he’s even counted the imperfections.

It hits Bucky unexpectedly, makes his eyes water a little too quickly because he’s only had very bad people pay that close attention to him. He’s only had insane people write down every detail of his existence so they can’t forget them and even they didn’t count his freckles.

Bucky closes his eyes slowly hoping the tears will dissipate and hugs Sam against his chest to get his boyfriend’s eyes off him. 

He considers for a moment whether he should admit that he’s touched by the sentiment. And he wants to believe he knows Sam’s body just as well, better than his own, but he fights the instinct instead.

“Stop counting my freckles,” Bucky murmurs.

He feels Sam smile against his skin, press a kiss to his collarbone, and then sigh. 

“Can’t.”

Bucky's mouth pulls into a smile and that only makes him want to cry more but he swallows through the tightness in his throat. He only hugs Sam tighter.

He won't say it, he can't, but he knows how lucky he is. To have a man who's counted all fifteen of his freckles.

It had started like a joke. Here and there with rhodey and pepper making comments like "wow tony. your a dad!"

Tony would laugh them off, a joke in his mind as Peter would shrink away from the attention with a nervous giggle.

It just wasn't one of those days, unfortunately for Peter.

They both were tinkering in the lab, Tony working on the repulsors while Peter worked on his webshooters,

Peter blabbered on about who knows what as the other scientist took concentrated sips from his cup of coffee, a migraine starting to form

"kid, maybe-"

Peter couldn't hear him as he rambled on

"and then he flipped in the air, can you believe it, dad?.. oh." Peters face flushed in embarrassment

And Tony just couldn't take it

"I am not your Dad!" He slammed the wrench down making Peter violently flinch tears in his eyes as he stared at Tony, wide eyed.

Tony ragged breaths were all they could hear in the lab before Peter spoke up

...

"...I know."

With that Peter stood up quickly the metal stool making a slight screeching sound making tony cringe.

Before the older one knew it, Peter was gone. The innocent one, the sunshine to Tony's cloudy day, was gone. Pushing past his way to the elevator with tears in his eyes.

Making Tony eat: Steve edition

Steve: please, come on eating is so important. do it for me. i’ll make you a sandwich and bring it down to your workshop, promise you’ll eat it.

Tony: fine. whatever.

Making Tony eat: Bucky edition

Bucky: *throwing metal arm at Tony* EAT SOME GOD DAMN FOOD YOU FREAK

Tony: FUCK THE SHUT UP CLUCKY

Bucky: I WILL SHOVE. THE WHOLE PLATE DOWN. YOUR THROAT. DON’T THINK I WON’T.

Tony: PHYSICALLY FIGHT MY WHOLE FACE

Bucky: *launching breadsticks across the room like projectiles* I CARE ABOUT. YOUR. WELL BEING. EAT OR I WILL. SHOOT YOU.

Tony: *screaming*

Bucky: *more screaming*

Stephen: You slept only for few hours

Tony: I'll have a coffee and everything's gonna be ok

Stephen: You're locked in your lab for days, come on, let's go for a walk or something.

Tony: I'm not a dog.

Stephen: I haven't asked you anything. Go change, it's cold outside.

but what if Bucky hacks into the gym security cameras to watch Sam work out and zooms in on all the angles he likes what then