Bruce: Can I Borrow Tony For A Second? Stephen: If You Must. Tony: Why Did You Ask Him And Not Me? Bruce:

Reblog if you are okay with people giving you lots of boops!

Loki: I don’t die often

Loki: but when I do, I don’t

Thor:

Thor: you need therapy

Stephen: “The food is too hot, I can’t eat it.”

Tony: “You’re too hot and I still eat you.”

Stephen: *Blushes*

Tony: *winks at him*

Wong, done with them: “ONE dinner. I just want ONE dinner.”

Sam: You could have announced yourself.

Kate: Hi, I’m Kate. I’m crawling through the crawl space.

"Just because I can doesn't mean I want to"

-Clint Barton, after being asked to train the recruits

Billionaire Tony…

Does things like:

Making smoothie for his team

Chopping wood for a teammate

Repairing a tractor for the teammate

Playing paper football

Doing dishes

Tinkering in the garage

Building a bar with his science bro

And does not know what art is

Tony helping Stephen to sleep? Hope you have fun at con!!

Con was awesome! And you have reminded me that I need to blot my face out of some photos so that I can share. 😀  Plus, the swag report! Although most of the swag is for another fandom, because there’s not much Stephen stuff out there (though I did get two things!). 

Anyway, ficlet!

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There was something particularly awful about a nightmare that prevented you from sleeping. At least if the damn thing woke Stephen up he’d gotten a couple of hours. At least if his dreaming mind inflicted it on him, it was involuntary. But to lie there, awake, and still be thinking about it was infuriating. Which did not make sleeping any easier.

Sighing, Stephen sat up and pulled on a dressing gown. Maybe a hot drink would help him relax. Or some reading.

But when his bedroom door swung open, Wong was standing on the threshold, arms crossed. Stephen did <i>not</i> jump. “Wong! What are you doing?”

“Making sure that you sleep.”

Stephen groaned, rubbing at sore eyes. “If I could, I would.”

“You know what will help,” Wong said, unmoved.

Stephen flushed, but didn’t try to pretend he didn’t understand. They’d both lost patience with that song and dance. “He’s not a sleep aid. And it’s two in the morning.”

Wong raised his hands and started casting a portal.

“What are you doing?!” Stephen yelped.

“Countering your objections,” Wong said. 

The portal bloomed open, revealing Tony’s workshop. The man himself was sprawling in a rolling chair, looking up at projected blueprints. He didn’t seem at all surprised when he turned to look through the portal. “Nightmare?”

Wong answered before Stephen could. “Nightmares would require him to sleep at all.”

Stephen shot Wong a glare before turning to Tony. “I’m sorry to bother you.”

“Hey, I meant it when I said any time,” Tony said. “You got pajamas I can borrow, or should I grab some?”

“I have some,” Stephen said. He refused to look at Wong even as Tony stepped through the portal and Stephen felt the tension easing out of his neck and shoulders and… well, everything. 

Later, head resting on Tony’s chest, the man’s heart beating reassuringly in his ear, eyes already drooping, Stephen decided that this was worth Wong’s inevitable ‘I told you so.’

Maybe even a few times over.

Simon: I hate those privileged as$holes called monarchy.

Willhelm: Sounds great, wanna be gay together maybe?

Tony: What the hell is that in your face?

Peter: It’s my angry expression!

Tony: This isn’t an expression…it’s an accident

I'd like to think that Mobius has some pretty nice handwriting and Loki adores it.

For example, he asks Loki to look over his notes for a case to either catch him up or is just in need of a second pair of eyes. Loki tries to read it but is honestly distracted by the simple yet elegant swoop and swirl of each letter. Instead of actually reading the notes he finds himself staring, scanning over every word and every letter- intricate yet carefree.

'Beautiful as though it was poetry in itself, a unity of sorts,' Loki thinks to himself.

"So what do you think? " Mobius drags him back to reality and Loki gets flustered not realizing what he's been doing until he's been doing it for too long.

"Oh- yes quite right, it looks fine." He hands back the notes hastily, overcome with feeling warm he avoids looking at Mobius. "I'm going to check on another file," he says leaving Mobius at their table confused beyond all measure.