Peter: Why Didn’t You Call Me?

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.

Why I think Loki was willing to sleep in front of Mobius's in the TVA but will never do this on Asgard because

1. Trust: Loki has developed a level of trust with Mobius that he may not have with others, including those on Asgard. This trust allows him to feel more comfortable and secure in vulnerable situations like sleeping.

2. Safety:The TVA, despite its complexities and dangers, offers a sense of safety and stability to Loki compared to Asgard, where Loki constantly faces threats and hostility from his peers (warriors 3 and sif who physically abuses him)

3. Acceptance: Loki feels more accepted and valued in the TVA, where his skills and abilities are recognized and utilized, whereas on Asgard, he often feels like an outcast or second-class citizen.

4. Emotional Connection:Loki have developed an emotional connection with Mobius that he hasn't experienced with others on Asgard. This emotional bond can contribute to feelings of comfort and security, making it easier for Loki to relax and sleep.

5. Absence of hostility and mockery : In the TVA, Loki doesn't face the same level of hostility and mockery that he encounters on Asgard (even servants that serve wine mock Loki). This absence of constant mockery and hostility may allow him to let his guard down and rest more easily.

Overall, Loki's willingness to sleep in front of Mobius in the TVA reflects the trust, safety, acceptance, emotional connection, and absence of hostility that he feels in the tva compared to Asgard.

Wille: *casually walks in after threatening the entire Royal council*

Simon: Why would you think this was a good idea?

Wille: Probably because I'm a sociopath with a long history of violence.

Simon:

Wille: I don't know how you keep forgetting this.

Barty: Is your dick big enough for you to act the way that you do?

Evan: Yes.

Barty: Let's see it then.

Evan: Fine.

~~~

Barty: He can keep acting the way he does.

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.

This does apply to them both.

Headcanon

Clint Barton is considered a very dumb genius. He creates his own arrows using the most complex math and science. to which even Tony Stark is impressed. 

He also tripped over his feet because he burned his tongue on his coffee that he was drinking from the pot. 

He can calculate trajectory without even looking over his shoulder. 

Can’t figure out how to work his DVD player. 

Tony: Listen, I know I'm not your father-

Peter: I know.

Tony:

Peter: I know you're not my father Mr. Stark.

Tony: But-

Peter: Do you know?

Tony:

Peter: Do you know you're not my father?

Tony: Yes, I know.

Peter: You don't act like someone who is not my father, Mr. Stark.

Clint: (holding a penny-sized tracker) How are we supposed to put it on Kate without her noticing?

Yelena: Hey, Kate Bishop, I bet you five dollars that you can't swallow this.

Kate: (grabs the tracker and swallows it) Pay up, loser.

Clint: (eyes wide in shock) How. Why.

Yelena: It’s better not to question it. Now give her five dollars.

Mini loki 🧎🏻‍♀️

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