“My friend…” said a sweet voice.
A welcoming smile on soft lips.
A cerulean gaze, sharp and intelligent.
This tree simple things always lulled him to sleep, no matter what he had faced during the day, recalling his face is all it takes to soothe his heart, to put to rest his fears, to defeat his demons, if only for one night. He never understood how he got to this point in his life, he knew that some of the choices he made were truly stupid, but nothing, nothing in him mind ever truly foresaw this level of disaster. He knew his life was fucked up already when he was a kid, too much pain, too much violence to ever hope
“My friend…” said a sweet voice.
A welcoming smile on soft lips.
A cerulean gaze, sharp and intelligent.
This tree simple things always lulled him to sleep, no matter what he had faced during the day, recalling his face is all it takes to soothe his heart, to put to rest his fears, to defeat his demons, if only for one night. He never understood how he got to this point in his life, he knew that some of the choices he made were truly stupid, but nothing, nothing in him mind ever truly foresaw this level of disaster. He knew his life was fucked up already when he was a kid, too much pain, too much violence to ever hope
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"Steve.."
"Hm?"
"I'm sorry."
Captain looked up at Tony in mild shock. He was sitting on the couch, relaxing with a book, when Tony came in. Steve wouldn't be surprised if his boyfriend would pounce on him, lay down next to him and use his lap as a pillow - it was something he did very often. He wouldn't be even surprised if Tony would knock the book out of his hands and demand them to make out - as it was rude, it was a very Tony thing to do. But this - he didn't expect that.
"What are you sorry for?" Steve asked, looking at Tony who was leaning at the back of the couch.
"It's a bit like being hit over the head with a base-ball bat."
"Really?"
"Yeah but you don't have the bruises or cracked skull."
"Oh good."
In a rather toned down room (at least by Tony's standards) sits the play-boy-philanthropist-billionaire and Bruce Banner.
At the moment Tony is trying to explain the hap-hazard act of falling in love to Bruce, who usually tries to distance himself from people so he doesn't turn into a giant green rage monster.
"So, how do you go about going on a date?" Both of the men are working on time-travel technology to keep themselves occupied during the lapses of world destroying nut cases.
"Well, I've neve
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