#steve: ...

[itsallavengers]

Tony, sipping on a Margarita while Sam gives him a foot-rub: And Steve is a goddamn NIGHTMARE when it comes to clothes, have you seen him??? Yesterday I bought him a nice blue suit to wear to the gala this evening and he-- just a little bit higher, right on the arches, yeah, that’s good--- he actually told me to my face, that ‘my taste in clothes was a little weird for him’. WEIRD!!!!!!!!!!! HE WORE TENNIS SHOES TO OUR WEDDING, SAM-

[morganbritton132]

Fic where Eddie starts following Steve around. Everywhere. Every time Steve turns around, he's there with his little notebook. Writing stuff down like, "What is this? What's happening?"

Eddie lifts his pen only to gesture for Steve to continue with what he's doing, and then he touches pen back to paper. Steve is just, "Dude, stop. What are you even doing?"

"Research."

"On me?!" He asks. "Why?"

"To learn, obviously," Eddie sighs. "Pretend I'm not here."

Steve thinks about it and...oh.

Eddie is trying to be cool and he doesn't know how so he came to Steve. That's obviously the only thing that makes sense here and like, wow.

That's so...cool.

Steve's like a role model. A mentor! He can teach this weirdo freak how to be normal, and friendly, and popular.

That's actually kind of an honor. Right?

Steve smiles to himself, "Okay, uh. Cool."

He lets Eddie follow him around, lets him take his notes. He asks if he wants to ask him any questions but Eddie says this is more of an observational thing.

Steve gets it.

He's a visual learner too.

And then Steve learns - visibly - that Eddie wasn't doing research to figure out how to be popular. He was doing research on-

"OCD," Steve reads the letters projected on the board while Eddie sets up his psych presentation. "You said you had to do a project on a disorder you observed."

"Yep."

"And then you followed me around for two weeks."

"Yeah," Eddie nods. "You were my subject. I observed you."

"Right..." Steve says. "I don't have OCD."

Eddie pauses.

He tilts his head, "You didn't know?"

[bedlamsbard]

I’m rewatching Captain America: Civil War and honestly Earth is so lucky that the events of Infinity War didn’t happen in the middle of this movie, though tbh that sounds exactly like something I would write.

[toyboy-molloy]

The Marcus Miscalculation III

*Angelo's*

Molly: *waiting*

Marcus: *hurries in; excited* Molly!

Molly: *relieved* There you are. I was starting to think you stood me up.

Marcus: *waves a hand* Yeah, sorry, I'm late. I was in a meeting with my boss.

Molly: *anxious* Good news, I hope.

Marcus: You could say that. He offered me a promotion.

Molly: *delighted* Oh, my God, that's wonder-

Marcus: If I'm willing to move to Scotland *shrugs* no head surgeon positions available here.

Molly: *disappointed* Oh *sips her wine* so, um, when do you leave?

Marcus: *sits opposite; grins* I don't. I'm not going. I'm staying here with you.

Molly: *dumbstruck* What? *shakes her head* No, absolutely not. You're not staying here because of me. I'm not going to be the one to-

Marcus: *leans across the table; snogs her*

Marcus: *pulls away; smirking* That's not your decision. You're stuck with me, kid *winks*

Molly: *blushes; smiles*

*a table at the back of the room*

Waiter: Anything for you, sir?

Sherlock: *hiding behind a menu; scowling* Yes, could you spill a bottle of red wine over that gentleman over there, please? *points at Marcus*

Waiter: ...

Waiter: No.

Sherlock: *sighs* Just a glass of water, then.

THE NEXT DAY

*the lab*

Mary: *happily* Well? How was the first date?

Molly: *shrugs* It was...good.

John: *smiles* He sounds great, Molly.

Sherlock: *bitter* Yes, fantastic.

Mary: Well, I can't wait to meet him.

Sherlock: *lightbulb* What a good idea. Come to Baker Street, we'll make a night of it *feigns eagerness*

John & Mary: *look at each other; amused*

Molly: *pleased* Yeah? You don't mind?

Sherlock: Not at all.

Molly: *nods* We'll be there.

Sherlock: *texting* Good.

[morganbritton132]

Steve breaks his collarbone and Dustin is just like, "Cant relate."