Tony stark, broken and in need of a little money, starts searching for little jobs in town. He finds one, not paid that well but, uh, that could be fun, he tells himself: not everyone gets to be a security guard at night in a museum, right? And, by the way, he needs money for his son peter.
So he goes there. He realizes, way too late, that he should have thought something was wrong, very wrong, when the former guardians gave him some keys and told him not to let anything go “in or out”.
He finds himself walking around the rooms, looking at wax sculptures, until he finds one of – his breath gets stuck in his throat. Captain America is staring at him. Obviously, he knows it’s only a wax statue, but he surprises himself wishing for – more.
He keeps staring. And that’s when it happens.
Captain America starts moving. He starts talking to him.
Steve and Bucky fucked at SOME POINT between Steve arriving in Wakanda and them all going into battle and I have proof.
Bucky’s hair when Steve gets off the jet: freshly washed, soft and luxurious, shiny and healthy with a cheeky wave. Iconic and beautiful.
Bucky’s hair before going into battle: Damp (it hasn’t been raining??), messy, rip soft shiny hair, rip voluminous waves
Conclusion? He hasn’t started fighting yet, he hasn’t had to run anywhere but something CLEARLY made this boy sweat profusely between these two points and I’m not saying it was getting railed in T’Challa’s broom closet by one (1) genetically enhanced supersoldier but that’s absolutely what I’m saying.
Summary: Your (very pouty) boyfriend’s back from filming, and there’s only one thing on his mind.
Based on the prompts:“You need sleep.” + “Come cuddle.” + “You’ve always felt like home.”
Warnings: Fluff, fluff and fluff.
Word count: 1.4k
A/N: I’ve posted fluff four days in a row this weekend and it’s been craaaazy. The inspiration streak is starting to wear off now, so I’m not sure when you’ll next get some writing (hopefully soon)! That being said, I had a wonderful time writing this. Tom is such a fun guy to try and capture. I really hope you enjoy it! 🙂
Tom’s staring up at you from the sofa with a fluffy blanket bunched beneath his chin. His eyes are wide and warm, and emitting a sort of innocence that gives you the overwhelming urge to pull him in and hug him forever. “Come cuddle,” he whines, pulling a hand from beneath the blanket to drag through the air in a wave. His pink lips turn into a gentle pout when you shake your head reluctantly. “Why not?”
Toad's Cave 