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[darkvengeanced]

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        “I am thinking of myself!” Her frustration bubbled over as she rubbed her side - an ache still lingered from a wound that had been present just a second earlier. Charlie looked up at him angrily. “How do you think I’d feel if I let you - or anyone - get hurt for a lot longer than I would?! I know I can prevent that, so I do. It’s not that big of a deal.”

[rockingthe45]

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“No, the adult thing would be to discuss this now,” Steve planted his hands on his hips and looked the other man in the eye.

“You need to sit this mission out, Tony.”

[petiteaile]

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He blinked when his poking duty was brought to a halt. He should have expected it, but Steve didn’t expect that it would be so soon until Tony looked...pissed? Annoyed? Whichever it was. “Hello to you too,” he simply replied, not minding the look he got from the older man. “Apparently my finger thought that your cheek was so soft it couldn’t help but keep poking at you. Do forgive its rudeness.”

[captaintsum-blog]

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He’d be lying if he said his first reaction wasn’t to smack whatever had jumped onto him off, but once he’d given a second to let his eyes adjust to the blue and red pill, he thought against it, a raise of his eyebrow sufficing instead. “They’ve really outdone themselves with the toys.”

“Tsum?” The round thing chirped again, wiggling its way to climb on top of the man’s head. After a few minutes of trying, it successfully nestled into Tony’s hair. Somehow looked quite proud even if maybe the man wasn’t able to see it clearly. Not at this point of view at least. 

[flexedandmyarmfelloff]

this just in, Steve is a fucking liar 

[stardustandnope]

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“Okay...?” Pretty sure that kind of material was impossible to achieve, not to mention a human’s reflection didn’t just go on a vacation. That was absurd, and not a very good logical excuse to explain why Tony’s reflection was gone from the mirror. 

“—are you sure you’re not hiding something?” Because pretty sure he still could see his own reflection on where Tony’s was just...gone.

[petiteaile]

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It was quiet.

Too quiet.

Knowing Tony, he always knew that the older man mostly preferred to blast out the metal music whenever he was working on his projects down in his workshop. Muffled noise of bass or guitar solo usually could be heard when Steve approached the said workshop, even if most of the room layered with soundproof wall.

But not this time, strangely. 

Entering the workshop after putting a sequence of numbers on the panel, Steve furrowed his brows. It was eerily quiet and he didn’t exactly like it. Maybe Tony was going outside? But it was odd, because pretty sure Tony would tell him if he needed to go outside for work or whatever the reasons were.

“Tony?” he called, slowly walking into the room and looking around to find him. Workshop was as messy as he remembered, and he gave himself a mental note to clean this place up later when he found his boyfriend. “Tony, are you here?”

[petiteaile]

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“You say it as if you only want to kiss a certain part of me. Should I be worried?”