Wille: *casually Walks In After Threatening The Entire Royal Council*

Nobody:

Absolutely no one:

Kate just accidentally setting the training room on fire: Oops?

Clint, who just knew that special fire arrows are bad idea: Tony's gonna kill me.

Tony, being used to it because Peter blows up their lab every day: Kids.

Tony, in a spider-man hoodie, spider-man fuzzy socks, and holding a spider-man mug: Peter left for college 34 days, 9 hours, and 45 minutes ago

Steve: Do you want to talk about it? I know how much you miss him—

Tony: Are you kidding I hope that idiot never comes back

Tony: Oh look now it’s 46 minutes

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.

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.

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

-Clint Barton, after being asked to train the recruits

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

Wille, after Simon kissed him during the costume party: maybe life does have a meaning after all

Simon: that kiss was a mistake

Wille: oh

Wille: I hope I die

Loki: what do you want from me?

Thor: the truth!

Loki: *laughs*

Thor:

Loki:

Loki: oh you weren’t joking

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.

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