awkwardtumbleweed

Altair looked up from the sports magazine he was reading, and raised a brow at his girlfriend. You had just said something, but he wasn't sure he heard right. "Sorry. Could you repeat that?" He questioned. Maybe his ears were playing games on him. You rolled your eyes with a playful huff, before repeating what you first said. "I want to start working out." He slowly looked around the living room, before his eyes went back to you. "Okay, where's the cameras?" "Come on!" You scoffed, throwing your arms up in the air, before joining your boyfriend on the couch. As you got comfortable, he placed his magazine back on the coffee table before tu

You were jealous. And rightfully so! In your mind at least. Being Tony's trainee, you were attracted to almost everything he was attracted to, work-wise. You both liked taking engines apart and putting them back together just for the heck of it. You liked tinkering with old computers, and fixing things that require mechanical attention. So when Bucky came into your shared workshop with Tony one day after a mission, his metal arm buzzing with little sparks every few seconds, you almost flipped with sheer excitement. But damn, did all your hopes come crashing down when he asked Tony to fix it. Of course, it was the only logical thing to do on

"Good morning, Captain." He heard your footsteps, heard you coming into the kitchen, but your voice still managed to make his heart beat kick up a notch. Masking the emotions you somehow always stir in him, the hero looked away from the coffee machine to where you now stood: by his side before the counter, your gaze on the brewing coffee. He smiled easily, his blue gaze inconspicuously doing a once over your jeans and T-shirt clad form, before he replied. "Good morning, (y/n). Sleep well?" That was when you finally looked up to him with a smile of your own. Only yours was one of extreme exhaustion, and it made him frown. "Not really," you

It was over...gone. Nothing could be done. Chris fell to his knees, and looked up to the darkening sky with anguish. Sheva approached him tentatively, unsure on how to comfort her partner. She settled on placing a hand on his broad shoulder. She could feel the muscle ripple under her palm, and she squeezed in an attempt to convey her condolences. Suddenly, she felt him place a hand over hers, and he took a deep breath, before... "I NEED AN EGG!!!"