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oh my GOD 500 FOLLOWERS THAT IS AMAZING you deserve more

can I please (for your mini event) get me n KOJIRO NANJO OF COURSE and literally anything fluffy I'm not too picky lol

one of my favorite songs is currently homeward bound by simon & garfunkel, I feel like that could make a nice idea??

homeward bound

Fandom: Sk8 The Infinity

Characters: Kojiro Nanjo

Warnings: long-distance relationship, a little cursing, one brief food mention. not proofread

Notes: literally how fast i speedran this bc i love this?? kojiro deserves more love on this blog i hope u enjoy my love /p

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Home, where my thought's escaping Home, where my music's playing Home, where my love lies waiting

Kojiro checked the clock. It was midnight—seven for you, but he knew you were up early since you had to work today. He decided to call you and hoped he didn’t wake you up early.

When you answered, you didn’t sound half asleep, so he guessed it was a good time. “Kojiro!” you exclaimed, and he could hear your grin through the phone. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too,” he admitted, putting his phone on speaker and setting it down so he could get dressed for bed. “How’s your morning so far?”

“Good, so far. Coffee just hit, though, so I’m just waking up. How was your day?”

“Great. We made these cool pastries in class and then a couple friends and I went out for dinner.”

It was quiet for a little while. He sat back down and picked his phone up, holding it between his ear and shoulder to talk to you. “Only a couple more days, and I’m all yours.”

“I know.”

“And I’ll be there for three weeks.”

“I know.”

He sighed and smiled. It was a rough situation the two of you were stuck in, but you decided that you'd make it work when he left for culinary school in Italy two years ago. And you did. He’d been home to visit in that time, but it was only for a little while before he was gone again. He wanted to do everything he could to be with you, but he also knew you’d kill him if he gave up his dream for you. 

“We’ll be ok, Kojiro,” you said, hugging him tight in the airport, almost like you didn’t want to let go. He wasn’t sure if you were saying it to reassure him or you, but he needed it either way. The two of you were going to see each other in a few months, and in that time, you’d talk as much as you could between classes and work. 

He nodded, keeping his head buried in your shoulder. “I know we will. We always have.”

And you both kept that promise. He was every bit as in love with you two years ago when he left the first time as he was right now. After…what was it, nearly four years of dating? However long it had been, he was pretty sure nothing could come between the two of you now. Not even 6,000+ miles. 

“Unfortunately, I’m sleepy,” he yawned. He blew a kiss through the phone. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I gotta get to work, yeah. I love you too, Kojiro. Sleep well. Feel free to call me when you wake up because I’ll be done by then.”

“Will do. Night!”

“Night, sleepyhead.”

He set his phone on his bedside table and laid down, looking at the box next to his phone. You’d see it soon enough, he reminded himself. Now he’s just gotta have the guts to ask, huh?

**

The trip home went smoothly, as did getting back to your apartment. He reminded you Kaoru offered to let him crash on his couch every time he visited in case you weren’t comfortable living with him for a few weeks. However, every time, he found himself laying on the couch with you clung to him within an hour of walking in the door. 

There he was, again, laying on your couch, watching TV, while dealing with killer jet lag. There was no place he’d rather be, though—he texted his sister and Kaoru, telling them he was home safe, and he’d see them later that week. For now, though, he was perfectly content snuggled up to you while you played with his hair. 

“Hey, I, uh…I got something for you,” he said, shifting so he could reach in his pocket. 

You picked your head up in curiosity, turning to sit up when he nudged you in that direction. “You already gave me that souvenir t-shirt, what else is there?”

It was now or never, he figured. “I’m gonna get you something better in the future, I swear, but…”

Kojiro brought the box out from behind him and opened it, displaying a plain gold ring with a small (albeit, fake) diamond in the center. “I…shit, I had all this planned out—”

When he looked up at you, all he could see was your smile. It seemed like you were at a loss for words, opening your mouth several times to speak but nothing came out. 

“Look, (Y/N), I…I wanna do this right. I want to be home with you all the time and finish school first, but…”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t even let me spit the question ou—”

The rest of his words were muffled. You jumped at him, knocking him backward, and kissed him with as much (if not, more) energy as you had when you picked him up from the airport just a few hours earlier. 

He smiled at you when you pulled away, just enough to lean your forehead against his. “So, you wanna marry me, huh?”

“I can’t wait to.”

He was never happier to be home.

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Prompted by the lovely @dafan7711 to give a creativity update and whatnot. Thank you, D!

Art: I'll be reopening commissions very shortly! I'm currently looking at saving up for a new screen tablet. I'm just finishing off a commission and art trade.

Writing: Writing a lot of GreedFall! OK, let's be honest, a lot of DS/Vasco; apparently the pairing just won't let go and I'm enjoying developing Marie. Current WIPs:

Editing Bontemps, the first and biggest fic I wrote for these two. The "the DS/Vasco romance never happened in canon" AU where after months of de Sardet locking herself away post Good Ending and being all grievey, Vasco's like, "I'm off to get confirmation of being Fleet Commander, Cabral says we've blown most of our secrets to you anyway, wanna go on holiday with me provide some moral support?" Featuring: Holiday episode, culture clash, mutual accidental courting, sea vistas, the ghost of Constantin in dS' head, Kurt being deeply sick of... whatever's going on between dS and Vasco ugh he doesn't want to know, mistaken for dating, 63k of pining, graphic depictions of handholding, a ball, overly intense UST healing sequences because I haven't changed my tastes in ten years since I was writing DAO... uh. A lot. Editing, to be posted.

The "Hey, this noble doesn't suck. We might actually... be friends?" fic, a.k.a. Marie and Vasco circling each other in mutual impressed wariness in early game leading up to the "Are you mad at me?" conversation. 11k, nearly done. Featuring Síora chats and class weirdness.

The "Marie and Vasco met in a pub few days before setting off, copped off together not realising who the other was, meet in Serene harbour and go 'oh shit no.' a.k.a "Tru you made this fun smut AU have class angst in it." 15k so far?

A swift, silly thing where Kurt finds out that Marie and Vasco are an item

A whump prompt about Vasco realising that maybe he needs to let his lover look after him a little, after years of being strong for a crew and brushing off pain

An, er, masquerade AU of a sort. Vasco pulls a Cinderella, figuring Marie will know it's him but a mask and sneaking in might a) give him a chance to get a glimpse of the world he missed out on due to being in the Nauts, so he can know it's really not all that b) give him the courage to finally goddamn say something to her rather than pining and sadly/annoyedly reading love poetry. Closest AU to canon. May possibly involve some angst over her being all "oh, there's this fellow I'm very interested in and he's wonderful but I also don't want to flirt when he's stuck with me and we're friends but I'm sure he's oblivious to my interest or doesn't reciprocate it" while Vasco's standing there thinking, "oh hell yes but also I shouldn't be hearing this." About 3k at the moment.

Some more Driftwood, the AU where Marie is a sad tree god.

Most recently written: Kurt having the "oh god they're a thing aren't they, I don't want to know" realisation.

"Oi, Green-blood, training!" It's somewhere between habit and genuine need, at this point; that was a damn near lost fight and they all were exhausted when they tramped into camp, but all that tells him is that they need new strategies for fighting these damn beasts. He was prepared for wolves, maybe, not bear-beavers that try to rip off his leg and beat him to death with it. Muscle memory will get them through, so any time training it is too important to waste.

He doesn't hear the sleepy mumble that says she's up. He frowns, and says, "You better be decent in there," and gives her a minute before lifting the flap of her tent.

Her empty tent.

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 38

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Fluff and snowball fights. Forgiveness is a path and everyone's making their happy way down it. Friendly Steve slander. Hulk interaction!

"So, what now?" I asked, eyes still closed, not resisting the desire to remain under the covers, nested snugly into Stephen's side. On his other side, Tony snored away, sprawled like a starfish in what looked to be the first decent shut-eye he got in months. I could smell the coffee and omelettes from Tony's kitchen and the soft jazz music playing where Bruce was taking care of the breakfast.

It was an unambiguous decision to take it easy after the last battle. Bucky and Natasha had been ironing out the details from the interrogation after Stephen had un-possessed Cabre, Wanda and Loki were itching to get a minute with the mercenary on their own and Veddie, as I started calling my uncle and his symbiote after experiencing the incredibly immersive symbiosis with Venom, hovered nearby in case Cabre would make a good snack.

"What do you want to do?" Stephen's morning voice was, ahem, an experience. He put Corpse Husband to shame and I knew that it wasn't only me who got hot and bothered by it but Tony as well...

Speaking of Tony, I still had no idea where we stood. My engineer had been less than happy about my actions and I thought I blew it. He wasn't as warm and playful, and while I kept telling myself that it was just the exhaustion from weeks of stress and worry, I knew better.

"I don't know. I didn't think this far," I admitted, damn well knowing what I wanted. I wanted things to be like they were - clear, honest, easy. My mother's voice rang out clearly again. I was being childish. Of course I was.

"I'm sure Tony will have my head for this, but seeing as there's no stopping you, I'm sure Natasha and Barnes will be happy to train you," Stephen sighed, his breath warm in my hair.

I blanched, stiffening in his arms, confused. "Where did that come from?" My eyes finally opened to stare at his sleepy face.

His eyebrows rose. "You don't want to..?"

"Be a hero, like you? No," I shook my head, then snorted. "I was trying to figure out how to tell you I don't want to go to college just yet, maybe take a gap year. In fact, I want to avoid actual in-person classes as much as humanely possible. And I still don't have a clue what major exactly I want to pursue." I was being honest, prepared to be judged. In-between my three men, there were at least ten PhDs whilst I was only nearly done with the first step of my education.

"So what, it was a one-time deal? Let an alien parasite take over your body for a coupla' hours and then continue with your life?" Tony's scratchy voice startled me; apparently, he'd been awake and actively eavesdropping.

I wasn't prepared for this conversation, but then again, I'd never be. Might as well rip the bandaid off. "I'm not that flavour of stupid," I immediately retorted, heart beginning to pick up speed. My mouth was gonna get me in trouble. "I am not delusional, I know things aren't and won't be the same. I did what I did because there was no other option, I'm not sorry and I will do it again if the need arises. It's not what you want to hear but it's the truth." I paused, well aware that my speech was becoming quicker, I was well on my way to nervous rambling. "I'm not hero material, I won't go on a death march for a rando," Justifying my actions? No. I stopped myself again. "I am sorry for lying. I am sorry for hiding things. But I am not sorry for putting my own ass out there so we can get some fucking peace." I finally settled, fisting my pajama top under the blanket in an attempt to release some of the tension.

Twin sighs erupted from my men, as if their bodies synchronized in response to my stubborn nature. Stephen's hold tightened on me as Tony rolled over, sleepy eyes blinking from the space opposite of me on Stephen's chest. Tony's hand reached for my face, stroking the side of it wordlessly - he wasn't the most vocal about his feelings but his eyes said it all. Tony was sad, hurt, a little bit angry but mostly he was relieved. It was the way he moved - nearly no traces of the tension that had gathered on his face in the previous weeks.

"Natasha should still train you, some basic hand to hand and weapons training, in case someone has it out for any of us. SHIELD's security has holes, you're basically one of us now. Everyone and their mother saw Clint hauling you to the quinjet," Tony finally grumbled, admitting his defeat. Everyone knew that if it had been up to him, I wouldn't leave the tower without an armed escort at all times. Thankfully, Bruce was there to screw on Tony's bolts right each time he wanted to go overboard. They thought I wouldn't notice, but I did.

Stephen's free hand landed in Tony's hair, the sorcerer effectively calmed both of us down with his gentle, unobtrusive support. He was far more empathetic than he liked to show. "That seems like a smart idea," He rumbled as my eyes began to drift shut once again.

With each steady breath, my heartbeat slowed and the feelings of guilt and dread began to dissipate. Tony might not had forgiven me yet but I was on my way to inner peace once more. I remembered feeling exactly the same way before our relationship, when every time I took a step inside Tony's lab, I tensed inwardly, shielded my feelings from his eyes, too focused on the outcome I thought would be absolutely disastrous. I had always thought he'd laugh at me, and yet... Laying on Steph's chest, inches away from Tony, my past panic seemed ridiculous.

"What's so funny?" Stephen asked, amused.

I didn't even notice the snort that managed to escape me. "Nothing," I answered immediately, feeling my face heat up. Oh my Loki, what kind of an idiot I had been...

"Sure," Tony's finger poked my cheek without preamble. "Staging a world domination plan, aren't we?" He snarked, much more like his usual self.

"I was just remembering when I was so terrified you'd find out I have a crush on you and you'd laugh at me," I mumbled, willing to placate Tony to avoid any more unnecessary lies and deceit.

Tony, did, in fact, laugh at my confession, but so did Stephen and I am pretty sure I heard Bruce snort from the direction of the archway leading into the spacious bedroom. The bed dipped as the scientist sat down, running a palm over my leg.

"I was pretty sure you would laugh at me," He admitted just as quietly and bashfully. Stephen and Tony only laughed harder. I heard the sound of a pillow hitting Steph in the face. "Let's go, Princess, let's leave the mean geezers alone. I made breakfast."

I could practically hear the pout in Bruce's voice and couldn't resist to comply, leaving a grumbling Tony to stretch and roll out of bed like a disgruntled cat.

"You're older than me, Bruce," Stephen rolled his eyes, I could feel his stare linger on my exposed thighs before Bruce picked me up. My sorcerer boyfriend switched to staring at Tony's bare back, which was an action I wholeheartedly supported.

"Cocky bastards," I stuck out my tongue a moment before we turned the corner and then all I could focus on was the feast of gods Bruce had made for us. The man was really too sweet and too kind, he never ceased to make me mushy and stuff. I stole a kiss, and then another one, and another one, until Tony's whining about the toast burning interrupted our moment.

The bread was fine. Tony was just being himself.

Our phones beeped at the same time - mine being already in my hand, as all normal young people did in the mornings - I looked at the message expecting another assemble and feeling my eyebrows crawl up at Steve's suggestion we all get some fresh air that day.

It had snowed. The whole city was covered in white, crisp snow, and Bucky has been liking nothing but other people's snowman pictures for several days. I suspected the brunette had convinced his boyfriend to take him out to build one or something, but as Steve was known to be exceptionally dense at times, Cap'n Jolly had unanimously decided it was a team bonding-slash-relaxing opportunity.

I relayed my thoughts to my own boyfriends, all of us giggling at Steve's eagerness to cater to his boyfriend and his cluelessness when it came to all things romantic. I was tempted to shoot Steve a text explaining his epic gamer moment but before I could even open the app, Bruce's eyes turned green briefly as he had a very obvious internal conversation with Hulk.

"Is that offer to spend time with Hulk still up?" The scientist asked timidly.

I had a lightbulb moment. "Absolutely!" I replied, watching my other two boyfriends. They didn't even bat an eye, evidently at peace with the green situation. "As long as the snowball fight is had with Thor, Steve or other enhanced individuals." Personally, I had no desire to be flipped over by a snowball the size of a watermelon. Or get any of the pretty but cold stuff under my clothes.

Bruce's responding grin was mostly Hulk.

It was a couple of days before Christmas. I was never one much for the holiday season, but something magical had seeped into me - it wasn't the shiny lights throughout the tower, it wasn't Clint's ugly Christmas sweater and the smell of gingerbread cookies and cinnamon that came from Wanda's apartment. I had no clue what it was, but it seemed to be tied to my boyfriends and Loki and many others who lived in the tower.

Bruce was all but wiggling during the car ride to the park - rationally, I knew it was the Hulk being excited but I still couldn't take my eyes off the usually reserved man. Bruce was happy. It made me smile and hold his hand like we were middle-schoolers in love. The rest of the team pretended to not notice it, or maybe they didn't care, or maybe they had already gotten used to my unconventional relationship.

Either way, Bucky had whisked Steve away almost immediately and I did what every kid ever had dreamed of. As Bruce went to a more secluded space to transform into the Hulk and Tony went to retrieve his thermos of coffee, I ushered Sam over to Steve's car and unlocked it, retrieving his shield from the trunk. It was heavier than it looked but did it stop me and Sam from running up the nearest hill and fighting over who gets to go first?

No, it did not. In mere moments, my ass was being frozen to the metal despite my snowsuit as I parked it inside the shield , holding onto the straps as Sam pushed on my back, hollering "Yeet!" at the top of his lungs, sending me in a steep slide towards where Thor was enthusiastically explaining something to the rest of the team.

"Oh shiiiiit!" I screamed, unprepared for the sudden increase in speed and the surprisingly good gliding abilities Captain America's shield possessed. "Watch o-o-out!" I yelled as the group scattered at the last moment. I heard some strong Russian words coming from Natasha, paired with snorts of badly concealed laughter.

The tree line grew closer by the second but the shield had no plans of stopping any time soon. Whoda thunk that things made of vibranium had all the characteristics to be the perfect sled? Something green entered my field of vision, stopping my crazy train with a grunt.

I answered with an oof of my own. One green palm was securely wrapped around me and the other held Steve's shield. "Hello," Hulk snorted, lifting me up like I was but a feather and setting me on his shoulder. "Puny Princess, don't hurt yourself," He stated firmly as I looked down at him, intrigued by the sudden change in his speech patterns. He sounded almost human.

"Hey, Big Guy," I ruffled his hair. "Aren't you cold?"

"No," He replied, setting me onto his shoulder. Hulk appeared to be completely unaffected by the December cold in his purple shorts. I felt my rear end begin to thaw, such was the heat that he emanated from his body. Meanwhile, Hulk caught Steve's eye, preparing to hurl the shield back to the frowning Captain.

Steve caught it effortlessly while Bucky ignored the interaction whatsoever, caught up in rolling an obscenely large ball of snow a ways from the group, tongue all but hanging out in concentration. I caught myself thinking he was gonna build a snow dick instead of a man and it made me feel...

"Wanna build a snowman?" I asked my green companion, rubbing my mittens in excitement.

The Hulk pondered for a brief moment, adopting that mischievous gleem, eyes shooting to Tony and Stephen who stood regally on the side of the clearing, sipping their hot beverages like the adult men that they were supposed to be. I snorted and Hulk echoed the sound, taking quick strides to a patch of land opposite Bucky. "No," Hulk shook his head. "We build a fort. Then smash," The green bean was all but vibrating in excitement.

Realistically, I knew I was gonna get snow stuck in uncomfortable places and might even get knocked over by an overeager person with super strength. But was I gonna pass up an opportunity to show off my superior construction skills? Hell naw.

It wasn't long before Stephen and Tony wandered off to us and began to pile up snow with a resigned huff, unsuccessful in their attempts to rebuff me ordering them around. In the end, we split in three teams, snow flew everywhere and by the time the battle was in peak heat, all of us were cold, wet and red-faced.

"To the death! BLOOD AND VINEGAR!!!" I screeched, hopping up and down after a series of small rapid snowballs I threw hit their target - Steve had a face full of snow and Bucky wasn't faring much better next to him, having had let a few of them hit him in the chest because he was distracted, doubling over in laughter at Steve's indignant, red face.

"You're bloodthirsty," Tony smirked from my side, dumping a fresh batch of ammo between me and Stephen. "It's hot."

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Can you do winterfalcon13 (idk if that's the ship name for the trio but I'm going with it) and a college au where a some jerkbag won't leave Sharon alone, and Sam and Bucky, who she shares a class with but hasn't really talked to them, come along and scare the guy off. And Sharon is like 'thanks but I had that covered tbh' and then they become this trio that does like everything together and the rest of their friend group just thinks they should date?

It was Bucky who first noticed Sharon, honestly. She was always early to the class, sat in the middle section but on the edge of said-middle section, and she took notes and left promptly. She rarely asked questions, always had ear buds in, and wore the same pair of beat-up, white Converse shoes every day. 

“You have got to stop staring or she’ll catch you one of these days,” his boyfriend mutters. 

“I’m not staring Sam,” Bucky hisses. “Quit it.” 

“Okay sure, you’re not staring. You’re just looking at her all the time and I guess we’re not gonna call it staring.” 

“I hate you,” Bucky grumbles. 

“Oh really? Because I didn’t get that feeling last night when-” 

“Class is beginning, shut it.” 

Sam laughs and rolls his eyes, but stays quiet. 

- 

Well. A guy starts sitting next to Sharon every single class. 

Sam and Bucky are annoyed. They think she is too, judging by the different seats that she’s tried out. But the guy won’t stop talking to her and she seems to be trying to let him down gently, but it’s not working so far. 

Sam is worried that it may escalate to homicide with witnesses, so he decides to take the initiative (because god knows Bucky won’t) and sit next to her the next time that they have class. 

“Hey,” he says. “Noticed you have a guy who bothers you every class. Can’t promise Bucky here won’t be a royal pain in the ass, but we’ll keep him away.” 

“I had it handled,” she says. “But thanks. I’m Sharon.” 

“Nice to meet you. I’m Sam.” 

“Bucky.” 

And then the guy comes in. 

“Hey, uh, this is my seat?” He asks, way too much confidence brimming. “So if you could...?” 

“Not your seat,” Sharon answers boredly, flipping to her notes. “And these are my friends Sam and Bucky. If you bother me again, I’m kicking the shit out of you.” 

The guy nervously laughs. 

“You wouldn’t.” 

“She’s done it before,” Bucky answers, rolling his sleeves up. “And she’s usually the one to leave ‘em worse than I do.” 

This time, he pales. 

“I suggest you find a new seat,” Sam says coolly. “Maybe write your name on the back or something.” 

“O-okay.” His legs shake as he goes to the exact opposite of where they are, and Sharon snorts. 

“You two...are okay. Hm. You wanna get lunch with me after this?” 

Sam and Bucky look at each other. 

“Sure.” 

-

From there starts a great friendship. Where Sharon is, Sam and Bucky can’t be too far behind. 

They all enjoy time together. When Sharon’s roommate turns out to be nearly-crazy, she asks if she can use their spare room. There’s no complaint there, especially not after she lugs her candle collection in and reorganizes the bowls in the cabinets. 

“She’s a wizard,” Sam swears as he’s cooking breakfast. “I’ve never felt more efficient in my life.” 

“She’s a dream,” Bucky mumbles from his coffee cup. “I’m serious.” 

“I know you are, idiot,” Sam says, chucking an orange at him. “Now eat some goddamn food before you complain to me at ten-thirty in the morning that you want an early lunch.” 

Sharon wanders into the kitchen, sleepy as hell and already moving towards the coffee pot. She frowns when there isn’t any more. 

“Chill with your frown, sugar,” Bucky drawls. “We can make you more.” 

She grunts again and nearly slams her head into Bucky’s shoulder. 

“Oof,” he gets out, moving her closer to his chest. “You have a hard head, but not that hard. You’ll get a concussion next time you slam into my shoulder like that.” 

“Better than my stupid fucking ceramics final,” Sharon says. “I hate that fucking class and all the stupid bowls.” 

“Hey, we value your bowls,” Sam says. “Especially the one with the thumb rests so that we always have a hand on them!” 

Sharon glowers. 

“I don’t know why you always keep my fucked-up bowls, Sam.” 

“They’re funny,” Sam says. “And a conversation starter.” 

Bucky sets Sharon down where he was sitting and moves towards the coffee, getting a fresh pot started. 

“You’re too nice,” Sharon says. “Good morning, Sam. Are you making eggs?” 

“Already made some for you.” 

“You amaze me every single day,” Sharon says. “Seriously.” 

Sam and Bucky grin at her, and Sharon grins back. 

- 

Natasha, Bruce, and Thor all think that Sam, Sharon, and Bucky are the stupidest people alive. 

Not just those three, however. But they’re the ones who talk about it the most. 

Sharon will not date Bucky and Sam because she thinks that they are perfectly happy together and they don’t need a third person, and she’ll fuck it up. 

“If anything, she’ll be the best thing that’s happened to them,” Thor says. “Why can’t they see that?” 

“Because they’re all stupid as shit,” Bruce says. “And they think that everyone doesn’t like everyone, or something. Very messy. We haven’t seen this much mess since Tony and Rhodey, and even then it wasn’t that bad.” 

“Yes it was, Rhodey was convinced that Tony just liked him as a friend even when Tony kissed him,” Natasha deadpans. “We can get them together. We’ll just have to be sneaky.” 

-

They are not sneaky.

-

At least, not according to Sharon. 

“You have got to stop telling Bucky and Sam that I look gorgeous and that they need to compliment me,” Sharon hisses. “They think you’re being weird.” 

“You’re being weird,” Natasha responds. “Besides, you should ask them out!” 

“They’re in a relationship,” Sharon hisses. “And they don’t like me like that, they have each other for that.” 

“You don’t know that!” Natasha argues. “You literally have no idea if they don’t like you romantically, you’re stupid!” 

“I’m not stupid!” 

“You kind of are,” Tony says, breezing into the kitchen. “Also, if you two don’t shut up then Rhodey’s going to spread lies and he’s been bored for like two months.” 

-

Meanwhile, Bruce is challenging Sam and Bucky. 

“You ask her out or I swear to god I’ll convince Steve to ask her out on a date.” 

“You wouldn’t dare, you banned Steve from talking to you for five months!” 

“I banned him from talking to me, I didn’t ban myself from talking to him.” 

“Still, you would never stoop so low,” Bucky says casually. “I’m getting another drink.” 

Steve stares. 

“You know, I’m right here.” 

“Silence!” Bruce announces. “Go fetch me some chicken nuggets.” 

“No.” 

“I thought you weren’t allowed to talk to me!” 

Steve extends a middle finger, getting up and going to find Clint. 

-

Sharon watches as Bucky wanders into the kitchen, grabbing his glass and reaching up for the drink. 

“Hey, how’s it going out there?” 

“Bruce is trying to antagonize Steve into causing a fight, I think.” 

“That’s my cue to go get him,” Thor sighs. “He’s been trying to cause trouble for like a month.” 

“Have a good time,” Nat teases. “I’ll go find Steve and talk to him for a bit.” 

This leaves Sharon and Bucky alone, at least until Sam comes in. 

“You doing okay, Sharon?” Sam asks. Sharon nods, stirring her drink around. 

“Yeah, Nat’s just giving me shit.” 

“About?” 

“Relationships,” Sharon responds glibly. Bucky and Sam share a look. 

“You wanna be in one or something?” 

“I mean, sure, but like? I don’t know,” Sharon shrugs. “Guess it would have to be the right people.” 

Bucky spills his drink. 

“Oh shit,” Sam curses. “So you like...more than one person?” 

“Depends,” Sharon says. “But yeah, I do.” 

She swivels off of her bar stool. “I’m gonna go challenge Pepper to a game of Mario Kart if you two wanna join. But I think we’ll be ready to go home soon.” 

Sam shoots a look to Bucky. 

Home may have a different definition quite soon.