New Headcanon Of The Day:

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.

Tony : Maybe it's true that I look at Stephen in a loving way, talk to him lovingly, and have loving feelings for Stephen, but does that mean I love Stephen?

Tony :

Tony : Oh my god, I'm in love with Stephen

Tony : Why didn't you tell me?

Peter : I thought you knew already!

Accurate

Odin: You have a sister. Her name is Hela.

Thor & Loki: what

Odin:

so spiderman is usually called “insect” as an insult. like he’s a pest or something

but you all are SLEEPING on the idea of peter being called a bug *affectionately*

like imagine peter parker recovering from a big fight and tony stark just tells him “you did good, bug”

AND LIKE??? come on that’s such a father son moment for them

by @hmhm2229

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

-Clint Barton, after being asked to train the recruits

Tony:...Look, there's no way for me to tell you this. At least there's no new way for me to tell you this. I just don't things are gonna work out. Stephen: That's fine. Tony: [surprised] It is? Stephen: Mmm-hmm. Because I know that this isn't the end. Tony: Oh no, you see, actually it is. Stephen: No, it isn't, because you won't let that happen. Don't you know it yet? You love me, Tony Stark. Tony: Oh, no I don't. Stephen: Well then ask yourself this. Why do you think we keep ending up together? New Year's? Who invited who? Valentine's? Who asked who into whose bed? Tony: I did, but-- Stephen: You seek me out. Something deep in your soul calls out to me like a foghorn: "STEPHEN...STEPHEN...!" You want me. You need me. You can't live without me. And you know it. You just don't know you know it. See ya. [he kisses him passionately, then leaves] Tony: - CALL ME!

Okay, this post of Tom being asked who he'd like to see Loki going up against in the MCU got me thinking.

I feel like we have yet to see Loki going up against anyone with magical abilities in anything like a fair fight. Strange took him by surprise, and we didn't see anything from Ebony Maw because the whole damn attack on the Statesman was off screen (yes, I'm still bitter about that). And Loki hasn't interacted with Wanda or Wong. So I think my first preference would be a magic user, although I'd prefer him to be fighting alongside the characters mentioned above, so it would have to be a new character.

As Tom says, the X-Men are now part of the universe, so I'd love to see Loki and Magneto trying to figure each other out. Loki would have to get rid of his armour fast! XD

I feel like we've seen him fighting earthbound characters already, so that would be less exciting. Although I'd be curious to see what would happen with Peter Parker. I can imagine Spider-man being agile enough to keep out of the way of a lot of Loki's attacks until Loki gets frustrated enough and brings in the big guns. That could be amusing.

Of course, this is with MCU Loki not series Loki. Now series Loki could wipe the floor with just about anyone!

Wait! Okay, okay... I wanna see series Loki get revenge on Thanos. There. That's what would make this world a better place.

Peter: You're not...

Tony: I love Stephen, not his body!

Peter: what is his favorite tea?

Tony:

Peter: Favorite movie? Or at least a song.

Tony:

Peter:

Tony, who noticed Stephen standing in the doorway: Good, good! I don't know any of this, but do you know why? Because it doesn't matter. I know that your favorite tea is in that blue jar with incomprehensible hieroglyphs and it never ends, because you keep track of it yourself, and I just learned how to brew it better than anyone. I do not know your favorite movie, because you are a bore and you disassemble each of them into some small details so that you are interested and you know what? I love listening to these reflections of yours, although you are shy and try to be silent when we watch movies together. And you don't have your favorite food, because your magical stomach digests our food worse and worse, and now you only eat some incomprehensible tentacles in the mucus.

Stephen, who had not slept for several days because of his magical affairs and just came into the kitchen for coffee: baby, I never doubted your love.

Tony:

Peter, who just wanted to know more about the Doctor: sorry, I'd better go.

Stephen: Where are you going? Tony: Hell, eventually.