#marvel gt

[borrowersunflower]

does anyone know what happened to @gtvirus ? I just remembered one of their doc ock fics but the account is deactivated now

[foxxsnacks]

any hcs regarding giant protective Otto? (doesn’t necessarily have to be vore, I’m just curious maybe if it wasn’t?)

OOOOH, hell yeah nonnie! I'm gonna take this opportunity to just. Talk about mini giant Otto because I love mini giants with my entire heart and soul ❤️❤️

• when he's protecting someone who doesn't want to get eaten, he just gently holds them to his chest, and if it's post-accident and post-cure, he might hold them in an actuators grip... but I doubt he would unless he had no other choice. He still doesn't trust the metal arms.

• he'd be big, even for a mini giant, since in canon the mans is like... 6'2. So he's over the average height for a mini giant (whatever that may be)

• if you wanted to be protected and out of sight, you might end up tucked under his sweater, resting against his chest or stomach. Although, if you hear his stomach grumbling... he can't promise you won't end up in it instead.

• as a mini giant, ofc the actuators are proper size and scale for him, so after he's cured you can essentially use them as a jungle gym. He always holds them very still when someone is climbing on him

• he might only pick you up with them to deposit you in his lap, so he can hold you more securely with his actual arms

• if someone was actively trying to hurt you, he'd merely put you up on his shoulders or hold you to his chest before promptly scaring your assailant off. he's big, so it doesn't take much.

Hhhhhhhhhh idk if any of this is what you asked for I'm so tired and sleep deprived but mini giant ock lives in my head rent free

[fatandnerdy30]

Loki finds a boy

This is just a short and sweet little fic to help me write again. It's been hard since I lost my dad, but I'm getting better and here is the proof.

"Crap!" Peter felt the twine in his hands suddenly snap as he gripped it, causing him to free fall until he hit the top of the shelf and saw stars in the dark. "Ouch.." he groaned, sitting up to rub at his head, tilting his chin up to glare at the twine that was now hanging high above his head. Now how was he supposed to get back home? May and Ben were waiting for him to come back with sugar and pasta!

The darkness suddenly gave way into bright light as the human in the room rose from his bed, long black hair trailing behind him as bright green eyes roved over the items in the room. "Who is there?" A silky voice called out. The boy scurried back behind a tall goblet, his feet sliding in his hurry and his breathing sounding loud in his ears. "I asked a question," the voice sounded again. "I shan't ask again, mortal."

'Crap crap crap crap crap!' Peter's eyes shifted along the shelf to find something to help him escape, but it was practically bare. Now what? Why did this stuff happen to him?

"Fine. I shall seek you out and then decide your punishment for hiding from the mighty Loki." The giant moved and the boy flinched at the sound of the man's feet hitting the tile.

'Please don't let him find me,' Peter chanted over and over his mind, his hands thrown over his head which was tucked into his knees, his body shaking. It seemed that it was for naught because in the next moment the cup shifted behind him, making the boy fall over with a cry, the cup falling from the shelf and hitting the floor with a crash.

The man spun and his eyes went from the cup and travelled up to where Peter was now staring at him with wide, scared eyes. "Well well," he drawled, moving closer to the shelf. Peter cried out and moved back as quick as he can, his arms flying up to cover his face.

"Please don't hurt me! I'm sorry for intruding, please just let me leave!" Why did his rope have to break? It was always the Parker Luck that got him in the end.

"Leave?" The voice sounded closer, making the boy start to shake. "Why would you leave when you've just arrived?" Loki smirked at the small being quivering in fear within his sight. "That would be extremely rude, little borrower." Seeing the boy he smiled jovially and took a step, seing the creature flinch away and feeling....something. "Come now, little one. Have I hurt you as of yet?"

Peter looked up for a brief second and shook his head then ducked back into his knees. "B-but I know you will!" He argued and that got his mind to start in overtime. why did you say that? Now he will kill me! Why am I such an idiot? The shelf started trembling as the giant walked towards him, making Peter start shaking until he was sure he heard his bones knocking together.

"And what makes you say that, hmm?" Loki was now practically face to face with the borrower, smirking as he took in its diminutive form. The boy was quite cute, even though he hadn't seen his face yet. "Look at me, borrower."

Hearing the demand, Peter shook his head. "N-no!"

Frowning now, Loki took matters into his own hands. Literally. Without an err, he brought one hand up to fall behind the small boy, making him gasp and look up in alarm. And Loki was quite right, the boy was adorable. "Well now, was that so hard?" He asked, tilting his head a bit. "You are quite...well, adorable," he chuckled. "I may even keep you as my little pet. Would you like that, borrower? To be the pet of the Mighty Loki?"

Peter shook his head vehemently. "No! I'm no one's pet!" He backed away from the man only to hit into his hand behind him, making the boy cry out as it started to close around it. "No! Stop, let me go!"

"Come come, now. All I want is a better look at you." Loki closed his hand around the small being, feeling his every movement in the palm of his hand, the erratic beating of his heart which made him feel...sorry for the poor thing. "Stop your whimpering," he snapped in a soft tone. "If I had wanted to kill you I would have done it already and be cleaning up the mess. I have never met one of your species before, so I wish to examine you."

"Yeah, and then you'll kill me. I know all about it. That's how my parents died! They were seen and were killed for it...I just...just please let me say goodbye to my aunt. I'm all she has left..." Peter was openly crying now, tears running down his face as he stared into the chiseled face of the man staring at him.

"No," Loki said, holding up a hand to silence the boy. "You will not need to say goodbye, for you will be going back to your family." He smiled as kindly as he could at the tiny boy, bringing him up off the shelf and dropping his small form into his other hand. "So, tell me little one. Do you have a name?" Peter swallowed thickly and nodded, his dry mouth trying to form the word. "P-Peter...sir..."

"Well Peter...I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other more often. Now, for my first question."

[6inchicon]

Observant

Bucky Barnes X Borrower reader

(I’ve never written Bucky before so please give feedback. I’ve also never written a single one-shot before and it feels weird lmao so I might make a part 2)

Bucky’s apartment wasn’t much and it certainly wasn’t the best in the complex, but he made the most of it and that’s what you appreciated. He was an odd human but easy to borrow from. There  was always food laying about and the human wasn’t home often. He didn’t follow a schedule but depending on when he left, estimating how long he’d be out was effortless. Today, he was out on his normal run and would be gone longer to get groceries, making now the perfect time to stock up.

Though easy, it wasn’t simple.

The thing about this human is that he’s an overly observant freak. Nothing in this apartment is disregarded. To borrow right after he bought food would be the ultimate no-go. A word misspelled in an article he isn’t reading? He notices. More chipped drywall than usual? He sees it. The breeze from the closed fridge is 1 degree cooler? He feels it. Once while borrowing you had bumped into a mug and just barely turned it from its original position. When the bean came home, you watched from your hole behind the fridge as he studied the mug intensely. After his staring contest, he took one finger, and turned the mug back to it rightful place before walking away.

Every since then, you’ve been quite strict on how carefully you borrow.

Your borrowing trip today was more than successful so far, with over 30 minutes of being home-alone left and your bag filled, everything was going your way. All you needed was some bread and you could be on your merry way.

The loaf sat on a plate right in front of the toaster giving you easy access. You walked across the counter to reach it and started picking at it, never grabbing to much from the same place. The sound of stomping outside alerted you and you quickly shoved that last piece of bread into your bag. You were preparing to sprint across the counter when the front door swung open and slammed closed.

“Oh no” you whispered, jumping back at the loud noise. Immediately you searched for a hiding spot. A fools move. You’ve been on this counter a hundred times you knew it from the back of your head.  You ran to the bread,  and did a circle behind it. You ducked and rose back up, It was too short to hide behind. Over by the entrance you saw the human slamming his head against the wall, grumbling quietly to himself. He’d return home with nothing but a newspaper in hand and his heavy breathing added to your fear factor.

Something was wrong. The human had never come back so early and always completed his task before returning. Today he looked exhausted, he was breathing heavy, and from what you could see, was covered in sweat. He was thinking about something and it was obviously frustrating him, but what?

As concerned as you were for him, you were more worried about getting back to your hole without being caught. Right now the human’s back was to you and he seemed more than occupied with his thoughts. If you were fast enough you could at least make it to the other side of the counter, once you get to the safety zone by the fridge, being seen would be the least of your worries.

You can’t run across or else he’ll hear you, but also can’t walk or you won’t make it in time. What you needed was a steady yet quick pace that matched the jingle of your bag to his heavy breathing and—

Oh fuck

Bucky began to move away from the wall and face the open room. You staggered back a little and froze, his back was only partly to you now. If you didn’t move then maybe he wouldn’t notice you and then you could wait for him to walk away.

You watched him unfurl the newspaper in a stiff manner, holding your breath in the few seconds of silence before he turned the page.  It took nothing but a meer glance at it for him to slam the newspaper onto the stove top and the folded papers scattered across the surface. Internally, you were screaming, but it took every bit of strength you had not to react outwardly. Slowly you slid your bag of your body and backed up until you hit the toaster. There was no way you were going to make it to safety while carrying your bulky bag, you would just have to leave without it and hope for the best. It was one thing to be caught by a human, it’s another thing when they’re in a mood. And this one was angry. To escape from him with your life would be a miracle but you hoped you wouldn’t need one.

You had it all planned out, on the count of three you would take off while his back was still to you and safely return to the comfort of your hole in the wall.

1

You closed your eyes and bit your lips out of habit.

2

Bucky flailed his arms in the air with no sense of purpose but from frustration as he growled.

3

Along with your first step Bucky slammed his hands onto the stove top and aggressively  swiped everything into the air. Again you were frozen in your tracks and the ceramic mug that shattered on the wall close to you sent you reeling. You ran to the corner between the toaster and the wall, praying that God would give you the strength to squeeze behind the toaster.

Through your watery eyes and the falling papers, you watched the human walk over to the fridge and then rest his back against the counter next to it. His fist balled tightly then gripped the counter.

No no no no NO

Impossible. There was no way for you to escape now and you were out in broad daylight. His elbow laid on the counter and carried his weight, blocking your only path back to safety. The fact that you hadn’t been spotted yet was terrifying...What will he do when he does see you? You could only begin to how he’d take his anger out on you. This is just a recipe for disaster and God is cooking up a storm.

The human’s head hung low and his eyes rolled back. With a heave he began muttering;

“Steve...Steve”

Over and over again to himself.

“Why are you everywhere? Who are you?”

He lifted his left hand and removed the glove from it, revealing the metal prosthetic. You stared at it with awe, only briefly forgetting your fear. Even inside the apartment he rarely took his glove off, but today was different. He gazed at his hand and huffed with a hint of relief before running it through his hair. His arm was a lot nicer than you thought. Its gray color reflected what little light lit the room and its shine displayed how smooth the metal. Watching him flex his fingers was a show, you would never guess something that looked so solid could be so flexible.

Still lost in the wonder that was his arm, you didn’t notice his biological arm tense, releasing his grip from the edge and balling it into a fist before it slammed on the counter. A small gasp escaped your lips as you fell to your knees and you could hear the human immediately turning his head to look at you.

Oh no

You snapped your head up, allowing your wide and terrified eyes to meet his.

His demeanor changed instantly as the frustration was replaced with confusion and a soft gaze.

“Oh my god,” You whimpered, slowly standing up.

“Oh my god,” He whispered back in an unexpectedly silvery voice.

His whole body turned towards you and his eyes sized you up. He took a step forward and you backpedaled into the same corner.

This was it… Cornered, by an angry bean, with nowhere to run or hide. You had been so careful these past months, being seen was in no way your fault but bad luck. Unfortunately, blame wasn’t going to save you from the wrath of a human. Tears returned and brimmed your eyes as you watched him continue to step closer until he towered right above you. You wouldn’t have dared to break eye contact but couldn't help but wince and cower as he leaned forward and lifted his hand.

“Please!” you cried, blocking you face with your arms and squeezing your eyes shut.

“Please.. Please don’t hurt me…”

His hand retreated— not that you noticed —and he crouched so that only his head was visible to you. He watched the tears spill from your eyes momentarily as you sobbed with hushed cries before he began.

“Hey, hey, hey,” his deep voice surprised you, making you jump and look at him.

“It’s okay… you speak English?” Quickly you took your sleeve and wiped you face, nodding in reply.

“You got a name, doll?”

You lowered your arms to your shoulders to reveal you face as you continued nodding. “...Y/N” you choked.

“I’m Bucky,” he offered. You already knew his name though. When he first moved in, the first few days he was non-stop repeating it to himself.

“Bucky, Bucky. My name is Bucky. I am Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky”

“It's nice to meet the person who's been eating my food.” While he smiled, your heart dropped.

“You-you— “

“You aren’t exactly the cleanest with my bread,” he interrupted, motioning his head to your bag on the counter with bread crumbs falling out.

Your cheeks flushed and you trained your eyes to the ground. “I-I I am so sorry, it won't happen again. Please just let me go and I won't come back, you won't ever have to worry about it again and you’ll never see messy crumbs from me again. Please don’t hurt me; Just let me go please—” Tears swelled in your eyes again as your rambled on with fear. You didn’t see as he reached for you again, but instead of a hand it was in pointer finger.

He lifted your chin up gently, which quite frankly, being touched by him no matter how soft was going to scare you. He forced you to look him in the eyes as he wiped a tear of your cheek with his thumb. “I’m not going to hurt you. I don’t care that you ate some of my bread. I just wanted to know who you were. I knew you couldn’t be a mouse, too clean and organized and, well, here you are… So you have to explain, what are you?”

He withdrew his hand to slick hair behind his ear..

“I’m a borrower…”

“Like that kids stories?”

“...sure?” He chuckled

“What’s an American borrower doing here in Romania? That's a long way for someone like you”

Your voice hitched, forcing you to take a deep breathe. “A few months ago, I hitchhiked in someone's bag… few hours later and here I am.” He huffed another laugh. That was a good thing right? He hadn’t attempted to hurt you or put you in a jar yet, maybe he would let you go and you could plan your move to another apartment. Or maybe not.

“I’m sorry if I scared you earlier. I'm guessing you saw most of that?”

You nodded hesitantly. If you weren’t stunned with fear you might have asked him about it.

“Yeah…” He pursed his lips with a huff and tapped his fingers on the edge of the counter.

“Well,” he scooped up your bag and dangled it in front of you, “this is yours, no?”

You nodded and he moved the bag closer to you in offering. Your eyes flickered between his and the bag unsure of the offer, when you finally took it he pulled his hand back and stood up.

“I won’t keep you any longer. You can leave.” He said as you reexamined the contents of your bag. Instantly you looked up to him with wide eyes, was he  letting you go?

Your mouth hung agape for a few moments before you could express a breathy “Really?”

He face was sure as he nodded. “Yes, See I’ll even turn around.” He did just that.

You were blown away with shock. You slipped your bag over your shoulders and began to jog across the counter.

“I know your people have a rule about leaving once being seen.”

You slowed your pace as he spoke.

“All I’m saying is that you don’t have to go. I don’t mind your being here. You’re good at hiding and being invisible, I’ll give you that. A spy from birth. Just don’t let me catch you again.”

By the end of his speech you had jumped in the space behind the refrigerator and began crawling down the wall with your back pushed to the fridge to keep from falling.

**

Bucky listened intently to your movements. He smiled when you entered your hole behind the fridge and stopped. He knew you were thinking about his proposition to stay.

“See you around, doll.”

[borrowersunflower]

Jewelry Box (a Wanda X Borrower!Reader fic)

Request by @frozenjinga

Heyy this might be kinda weird but could I request a cute Wanda X Borrower fic where the borrower like falls into, say, Wanda's jewelry box or one of her drawers and when Wanda finds them she comforts them and maybe builds them a tiny place to live/sleep? 👉👈 and maybe vision shows up too but idk it's up to you-

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I mean, really, it was an accident!

How were you supposed to know climbing into a jewelry box to get a good look at yourself in the tiny mirror would lead to you getting stuck in SAID box?

Preposterous, I tell you.

A necklace chain had wound around your ankle and you couldn't quite find A) how to get it OFF you, and B) the other end of it.

"Just a second, Vision! I have to grab my necklace-"

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

You pulled harder on the chain, hoping to whatever higher power there was that it would break or let you loose-

"Oh hello! What do we have here?"

You felt a chill rush over you, and you slowly turned around.

Only to come face to face with the human lady of the household-

"You alright there, hon?"

She tilted her head at you- God she seemed like she walked out of one of those movies you've seen humans watch. Her hair was perfectly curled and pinned in place, her dress looked so clean and perfect-

"Hello?"

You blinked, snapping out of your trance, "Um- Um-" You looked at the chain in your hand and dropped it, "I did- I didn't mean to- I wasn't stealing anything!"

She smiled-wow even her smile was perfect-and her eyes flicked down to your ankle, "I know. Looks like you need some help there?"

"I-I-" Your throat closed up.

She straightened up, brushing her skirt down, "Let's see if we can do something about that!"

She made a motion with her hand in your general direction and in the blink of an eye you were standing to the side of the box, not a hair out of place.

"There we go! Now, what exactly was going on in here?"

Your face flushed, "I was- I just wanted to see- I didn't mean to- I was just going! I won't bother you again, I swear-"

She laughed, "Oh don't worry about it! We're practically neighbors!" She looked off into the distance for a second, "Say-" She made eye contact, "Where do you live?"

You swallowed, "The um- The walls."

She nodded, "And what do you sleep on?"

"Oh... y'know- I found some old fabric, I kinda um- I kinda just made a pile-"

"Oh that won't do! Let's see-" She turned and started looking through drawers.

You slowly started inching towards an opening to the walls you made a while back, maybe you could make it before she decided what to do with you-

"Aha! I've got it!" She snapped and spun around to you, your back now against the wall, "I'll just make you a bed! Your back must be awful, you know you really need support when you sleep!"

You blinked, "I'm sorry?"

"Oh it won't be a problem! Show me where your room is and I'll just go ahead and give you a new bed!"

She was being very nice- "I- I'm not supposed to-"

Then a head popped through the wall.

You jumped, putting a hand over your chest in an attempt to calm your heart-

"Oh Vision! Dear, I just met our new friend! They live in the walls, I was just about to go see their room-"

He nodded then phased the rest of him into the room, turning to see you, "Oh hello! Have you been in Westview long?"

Your eyes darted around the room before looking back at them, "Uh- I suppose?"

It was going to be a long day.

[borrowersunflower]

The Fruit Bowl (Giant!Loki X Reader Request)

First time writing for Loki! Hope I did well!  @kitfluff 

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Once upon a time you were an idiot

Well that’s not fair

You didn’t know the quote on quote “giant” would show up while you were on a table.

But the fact that you thought hiding in a bowl of fruit would work sort of...fails to make sense to you right now.

As right now meant the giant was grabbing something off of the table and would totally see you.

You hesitantly looked up as the giant sat down at the table and mentally PRAYED he wouldn’t see you.

Unfortunately no god was listening to you that day when the eyes of the giant met yours.

“What are you doing?”

You panicked, “Nothing!” “Looks like you’re doing something.” He leaned forward, “What was your plan here?” You tried slipping deeper into the bowl. He smirked, “Trying to get away?” “...no” “Looks like you are.” “Well….I’m not…” “Good. Then you won’t mind if I-” He suddenly flipped over the bowl, causing its contents (including you) to tumble out of it.

You quickly sat up, collecting your belongings and scooting backwards.

“Ah, ah, ah! You said you weren’t trying to get away. Now am I to believe you chose to lie to me?” He rested his head on his hand. You gulped, “Um, uh, No-, No sir-” He grinned, rolling his eyes, “Loki, please. Sir is so…” He waved his hand in the air, “Boring.” “Yes, right, of course Mister Loki-” He scoffed, pushing your chest with a finger, “Stop that. As cute as it is, it can get annoying.” You nodded quickly, not trusting your voice in case you said something wrong and he decided to stop playing nice.

Always have to stay on your toes with bigger people, y’know?

“What are you here for?” “Wh-What?” “You obviously came here for something. What was it?” “Oh. Um. Just. Y’know. Food.” He nodded, “Stay here.” “What?” He stood up from the chair, “Oh forget it.” He waved his hand in the air as if he was waving the comment off. And then you saw green sparks around your body and you couldn’t move anymore. ...goddamnit.

“I’ll be back soon.” He grinned, “Sit tight.” If you could move you’d flip him off.

A few minutes later he came back in with a plate and you could move again.

He set the plate in front of you. 

You didn’t move.

“Oh come on. I didn’t do anything to it. Besides, it’s not like I would actively poison someone. That’s too easy.” You crossed your arms and squinted up at him, “Why?”

He looked taken aback, “Well poison usually-” “Not *that*. Why are you giving me this? Aren’t your kind supposed to be all, “Fe fi fo fum! I eat people like you for breakfast!” You waved your hands as you spoke to demonstrate.

He chuckled before leaning forward, close enough so you could feel his breath on your face, “Fe fi fo fum, I am so tired and I am so done. Eat.”

You glared at him for a minute, “Fine.” He smiled, leaning back in his chair, “I think we are going to get along very well, small creature.” You finally got to flip him off.

[borrowersunflower]

Scrap Metal (Borrower Reader and Tony Stark)

At this point, you don't know what you were thinking.

Sure, the human had walked out to go grab...something.

And you did need a few little scraps of metal.

Easy peasy, hop in, hop right back out...right?

You glanced nervously at the door, the human could come back at literally any minute- But you shook it off, throwing your hook up onto the top of the desk.

Once it had latched on you started climbing, upon reaching the top you looked around for some scraps big enough for you to use but small enough to go unnoticed.

There! Looks like some metal had been knocked under some papers, the human probably wouldn't miss those!

You walked over, darting around the torn up...whatever that was. All you knew was that it lit up and probably was important...probably.

After you shoved some pieces in your bag you turned to go back to your rope and eventually back in the safety of the walls. Unfortunately your eyes betrayed you by making you notice the muffin that was just sitting there.

C'mon, who'd pass up an opportunity like THAT?

You gave another look at the door and scampered over, ripping off a few chunks and shoving them in your mouth.

After putting some more chunks in your bag you moved to leave-

Until a cup went over your head.

And that's when the panic set in.

The cup started sliding on the table and you scrambled to keep from falling- You'd seen those log rolling videos before, and if you had to compare it to a human thing...yeah that'd be a pretty good comparison.

From your backed up position on the cup you could see one side reach the end of the table.

Your thoughts were going a mile a minute, “This is it. You're going to fall to your death and you're going to be super fucking dead and then you'll be dissected and your body will be shipped off somewhere and whoa wait is that a hand?”

Your feet met the leathery surface of the humans hand and you found yourself trying to back up even more than you already had.

In an instant the hand and the cup was lifted up and your view became flooded with the human's face.

“What in the- What the hell are you?”

Ah...shit.

[borrowersunflower]

Scrap Metal [Part 4] (Borrower Reader and Tony Stark)

“Tony!” You peeked your head up from your designated hiding spot on the desk, “Psst!”

You were whispering for some reason.

Why were you whispering? No one else is here-

“Mr. Stark!”

Immediately at the sound of a voice that was very much not Tony's you zipped back behind the screen.

Tony hadn't looked up from whatever he was working on. It looked like some kind of glove...or something?

“Excuse me, Mr. Stark?”

His eyes didn't move from his tinkering, “Yeah?”

“I was sent to get you to sign some of these forms, sir-” A spark flew out from the glove, causing the assistant to jump back, “But if you're busy I can come back!”

Tony huffed, “Leave it in the stack, I'll get to it-”

Oh so that’s what those papers were! One mystery solved if you said so yourself.

Now countless others to solve...or something.

“Right! Yes! Right here-” They set the papers down and turned their head to Tony.

He didn't respond to them, he just kept working.

The assistant awkwardly shuffled out of the room.

The moment they were out of earshot you started laughing.

“Oh that poor kid-”

Tony finally broke his eye contact and started looking around for you, “What?”

You stepped out into the open, by this point you and Tony had been talking and hanging out for a few days and you had grown comfortable being in close proximity with him, “They looked so nervous!”

He blinked and turned in the direction that the kid had been standing moments ago, “Oh, that? Yeah that happens a lot.”

“Judging by the size of that stack I'd say so.” You took a step forward, “Whatcha working on?”

“Well-” He moved to pick you up, “May I?”

You nodded.

One hand cupped around you, his pinky hooked itself under your knees, providing you with enough stability to be moved up to his shoulder. You hopped down and adjusted yourself as he shifted.

“So y'see-” He put his hand in the glove, “If I do this-” Nothing happened, “Yeah.”

“That's not supposed to happen?”

He smirked, “Nope. This happened exactly as planned.” He rolled his eyes, taking the glove off, “Something must've come loose-”

You leaned over a little, but you couldn't really make heads or tails of the metal glove.

“Hey quick question-”

He tilted the glove around in his hands, trying to get another angle, “What's up?”

“Do you have any more extra metal?”

He stopped moving, “For what exactly?”

You crossed your arms, “None of ya business-”

“Well then you're not getting any.” He started moving around again, leaning a little bit forward to grab a tool from one side of the table.

You glared at all of the face you could see from your spot, “Fine. I'm making a hook.”

“What? Like...pirate hook?”

You slapped his neck, “Like a hook-hook you dummy.”

“What for?”

“My other one broke. I need a hook so I can move around and borrow stuff. Everything I took before isn't working-”

He squinted at the glove, “I could probably make you like...thrusters? Fly around instead of climbing?”

You scoffed, “Tony. Can you IMAGINE what would happen if some human saw me zipping around the building? I'd probably get whacked by a broom. No thank you, I'm quite content with my life moving around the walls.” You crossed your arms and nodded, “Climbing is better anyways.”

He glanced over at you, “You've never even flown before-” He tilted his head towards you and winked, “I'll get you a hook.”

“I can just make one-”

“Hmm...nope. I'll handle it, no sweat.”

You squinted up at him, “No tricks? Just a plain hook?”

“Just a plain hook, I swear.”