#like they on purpose make a cuddle pile and they drag u into it does that make sense

[kortac-sweetheart]

KorTac cuddle pile WHEN ⁉️⁉️ i need all of those men to be put on a very large cozy bed in a warm, dimly lit room so they can serve their one true purpose in life (to be used as pillows + blankets + mattresses + teddy bears) would be best sleep of my life i think . :3333 do you understand the vision

ofc i understand the vision i used to be a serial napper 🙏

they’ve never seen you so tired before, they think. it’s not like you were necessarily chipper after missions, it’s just that… you look like you’re dead on your feet. face wan and stance unsteady, you looked like you were ready to keel over at any second.

you had given könig and horangi a start when your head nearly slammed against the table during post-op debrief, jerking back only a second before impact, only blearily shaking your head and sighing.

they knew there was no use to asking you if you were alright because clearly— you weren’t. not like you’d admit it anyway, stubborn darling that you are. pretending to be ok and awake even if you were only a few seconds away from falling asleep standing. agonizing minutes stretched on and on into what felt like hours— when would this debrief end? why were you here? what series of decisions did you make for you to end up here? god you’re so tired.

finally, finally debrief was over. as soon as it was officially dismissed you hobbled out of there as fast as your sleep deprived body could, nearly bumping into a table and a file organizer on the way out.

was the hallway always this long? why are the lights so bright? it’s so loud.

the door to your room seemed like an oasis in the desert, a wave of reprieve washed over you as you finally managed to pry the door open. (nearly tearing it clean off the hinges in your sleep addled state and slamming it shut with a little too much force.)

oh your bed. your sweet sweet bed, oh welcome salvation. you didn’t even bother to pry off your uncomfy fatigues, instead opting to flop face first into the bed and fall asleep clutching a teddy bear.

your teddy bear was oddly firm and warm when you blearily woke up again. rubbing your sleepy eyes and nearly jumping out of your skin when you realized you were face first in nikto’s chest. did you fall asleep in the wrong room or something? oh dear.

as if sensing you were awake, one icy blue eye opens to peer sleepily at you before closing contently again. a steady arm running up your back and squishing you closer to him, and a firm but kind “sleep, solnishko” is the only thing he murmurs before falling back asleep.

you’re a little more awake now after that little fright. it was only after calming down a bit that you realized there was someone else squished behind you too. a large, meaty hand is gingerly settled on your hip, red beaded bracelet immediately outing him— konig.

he’s sleeping soundly like a log, and surprisingly quiet too. only his soft little breaths and sleepy murmurs giving him away.

it’s warm… it’s nice. and the allure of sleep calls to you once more, almost slipping away once more before your door slowly creaks open. you stiffen, one eye open to peer at the strange visitor(s). that familiar green netting, that camo face mask… you breath out a sigh of relief.

sighing out happily as krueger weasels his way in between you and nikto, planting his face into your tummy and delicately wrapping an arm around your lower back too. horangi opts to just flop on top of you, as carefully as he can to avoid waking you. a small curse leaving him when it take a bit of maneuvering to get comfy.

the two of them get comfy soon enough, settling into a nice position. you’re left squished between the four of them, all sleeping soundly with you and your heart can help but flutter. they sought you out on their own, and they chose to sleep besides you as well, the thought is enough to make your heart feels like it’s overflowing.

you settle down comfortably again, snuggling closer to nikto and you drift off to sleep, loved and content, once more.

[miekasa]

Roommate Au with Eren. That’s it.

No no no no because I’ve thought about this extensively, and I actually believe he’d be a pretty good roommate (or at the very least, he means well most of the time, even if he is slightly annoying in his methods LMAO).

He… is not the best cook in the world, and he knows that. He can make about 2.5 dishes properly: spaghetti and [frozen] meatballs, a grilled cheese maybe with bacon if he’s feeling up to challenge, and a soup that his mom used to make for him as a kid whenever he got sick.

So, you’re gonna have to handle the majority of the cooking, BUT the good news is that Eren will do the dishes as a thanks for sharing with him and not letting him starve and/or live off of UberEats credits.

His favorite rooms in the house are the living room and your room. Not his room, not the bathroom, not the kitchen—your room. Why? Because you’re in there, duh, and it’s not his so that makes it that much better.

Eats your leftovers in the fridge unless you put a note on them. Sometimes, he’ll still eat it if he’s hungry enough or in a rush, and you’ll come home to an empty fridge, but there’ll be a new note on top of a $20 bill that says “Sorry I ate your pad thai :( you can buy some more tho (and get me some too hehe)”

If you’re just lazing around in your room for an extended amount of time, Eren will just come in and. Flop down on your bed—maybe even on top of you—and whine about how he’s bored and how you’re being boring and how you should entertain and hang out with him instead.

Claims your room is comfier than his room, so of course he’s gonna wanna be in there. He’ll literally lay and sit on the floor and watch a whole ass movie on his phone in your room, just because.

If you have or collect stuffed animals or Squishmallows or anything of the sort, he always giggles at them, but thinks they’re super cute. And when he’s out without you and sees some, he sends you a picture of them and asks if you want any, and he’ll buy them for you.

He gets you very… involved? if that makes sense. He likes to do things with you and hang out with you—he doesn’t wanna live with some stranger, so if you’re rooming with him, prepare to become friends very quickly.

Eren’s a bit of an… outgoing introvert? not-so-social extrovert? something like that in my book lmfao, so he knows what it’s like to just wanna sit in your room for days on end; but he also knows there’s a limit to how good/restorative that can be, and when it can become an issue.

That being said, if you’re having an extended depressive and/or introverty episode, Eren will shake you out of it. Literally. He will burst into your room, and grab you and probably toss you over his shoulder to get you physically moving, all while yelling about plans he made for the two of you.

Drags you with him to the grocery store, under the claim that he needs help “picking out the good apples,” when really he just wants to get you out of the house, and spend some time with you.

Once again, will use the method of flopping on top of you and/or draping himself over you like, “Hey, so what time do you think we should leave for dinner, I’m thinking around 8?” “What—did we have dinner plans, Eren?” “We do now! So, I’m thinking tacos, what do you think!!”

His personal favorite way to get you up and moving is to ask you to do his hair for him. Gives you his best puppy dog eyes, and pulls at your wrist until you comply, then he sits down criss-cross applesauce right in the middle of your bed, and waits for you to work your magic. Purposely acts a bit difficult just to bring out your feisty side and have you fight back against him.

He’ll legit. Build you a whole ass pc and gaming setup just for you to play games with him. He’s dedicated, that’s for sure. (That won’t stop him from absolutely crushing you from time to time).

He likes to bother you (affectionate). Pushes you over when you’re sitting down on the couch, shoves your phone when you’re holding it so it falls on your face, presses his cold water bottle on the back of your neck and then runs away. Like a child.

He always takes out the trash, especially if it’s late at night, except he always forgets about the 239725 water bottles he’s got piled up in his room and around the living room, so you’ve always gotta take out an extra bag of recycling the following morning.

Your skincare is his skincare <2

Makes you go out with him when he makes plans with his friends, but only ever tells you about it maybe an hour beforehand via text.

yeager: hey jean and marco are having a lil kickback thing at their place so i'm coming to pick u up be ready in like 30 mins

yeager: oh also bring the bottle of vodka in the kitchen kirsten is always stingy with the good stuff 🙄

you: ok and who asked ME if i wanna kickback with jean and marco and co?????

yeager: nobody!! i’m just telling u to get dressed!! love u ill be there soon 🥳🥳

He starts doing his laundry whenever you do yours. Partially to annoy you, partially because it’s somewhat more efficient that way, and partially because he’s watching you like a hawk to make sure he doesn’t mess up his own clothes lmfao

He’ll roll weed for you only if you promise to share a joint with him, and don’t flake!! He’ll catch you in your sleep if you flake, he knows where you live.

When you both come home kinda drunk after a night out, he always dramatically tells you goodnight and to “get home safe,” even though “getting home safe” means walking from the living room down the hall to your room.

Tells everyone you’re the best roomie anyone could ask for, and does a not so humble brag about all his favorite roommate qualities that you exude.

If he has a little crush on you, he’ll try not to make it obvious; and truthfully, he doesn’t act all that different, except now maybe he finds more excuses to touch you and tries to up the romance when you two “hang out” together.

He starts looking (staring) at you more, and is always embarrassed if you ever catch him. I don’t think that he would ever tell you unless he was 120% sure you liked him back, because that would lead to a really awkward living situation if you rejected him, or if he made you uncomfortable with his feelings.

But if you do like him back, once again, few things will change: it’s just that now, he’ll sneak into your room in the middle of the night for cuddles, and you’ll get a kiss on the forehead for cooking him dinner <3

[lasquadrasfuckhouse]

hello I am back with a request if that’s ok with you q w q ) for la squadra with scenario-hc’s with their s/o taking care of them ( can go nsfw if you’d like but for now sfw thoughts ) as much as I love them taking care of their s/o I love when the roles are switched. Can be injured or other— but the goal is to make them feel safe and loved for as much as possible, like my other ask tender emotional moments are my jam. If find the muse for it 💖 if not that’s completely ok too. Pls & thnk u 🥰

ALWAYS OKAY W/ ME I LOVE SEEING U IN MY ASKBOX!!!! it's tendie hours 😍

taking care of la squadra 😌

risotto ✂️

it isn't easy to get risotto to relax, he's a workaholic. sit on him and give him a Look that you're not moving and neither is he, and he'll be so charmed that he'll relent.

he's also more used to taking care of people than being taken care of, so it's a bit of an adjustment to sit on his ass for a few days until he's recovered from the worst of whatever injury/illness he's got, but he finds himself getting like, quietly kind of emotional about it. he hasn't allowed himself to be cared for in a long time and he expresses that to you, and how much he appreciates and loves you.

he finds he really enjoys the opportunity to relax, cause yeah he's under the weather but at least he can chill for a bit. and he'd very much love to chill with you if you have the time. quiet cuddles or existing comfortably in the same space will have him feeling very cozy, loved, and rested. kiss him on the forehead to remind him that he is soft and precious and he'll want to snuggle you all day with a little smile on his face.

prosciutto 🚬

also not used to being taken care of. he'll be grumpy and try to micromanage the house from his bed at first (and you probably banished him to bed because he wasn't getting any rest on the couch). he relaxes when he wants to!!!! remind him that he needs time to recover and he's only human, and you promise the house won't fall apart without him. not only is he soft for you but he trusts you completely, so he relaxes.

he might be a bit restless, but set him up with a book and he'll be good. you may even take on prosciutto-like mannerisms in his place, like shushing the others if they're being too noisy. if he overhears you insisting on peace and quiet so he can rest, he'll smile to himself.

what really gets him and lets him know he's loved is taking over what he usually does while he rests, like folding his laundry and putting it away in the order he likes. and if you initiate the classic forehead touch with a smile and tell him to chill so he can get better, he'll gladly lay around all day thinking of you.

pesci 🎣

he tries to power through it but no honey you need to rest. give him puppy eyes and say you really want him to relax and get better, and he'll do it for you. he will get SO better for his babe just u see!!!!

he's also kind of glad for the chance to have downtime tho, even tho he's typically eager to help and stuff. he just wishes he didn't feel like ass. cheer him up with lots of cuddles and quiet relaxing things u can do together and he'll feel loads better!!!

he may feel kind of bad at first like oh no he doesn't want to bother u. but reassure him that he is never a bother, u love him and love being with him and that doesn't change when he's under the weather. he will accept that and thank u wholeheartedly for taking care of him

formaggio 🧀

milks it for all its worth. OOOH BABE IM IN SO MUCH PAAAIN PLEASE HOLD MEEE 😩 if he's feeling like shit at least he's gonna get cuddles out of it

would love nothing more than to snuggle up and watch stupid movies with you all day. he may just cling to you if you try to get up and insists that someone else can fetch you both dinner/blankets/etc instead. you're his best medicine!!! his comfort!!!! do not seperate!!!!!

but he is a sucker for a home cooked meal. even if you go for a bit, if you come back with something u made urself, even if it's not the most amazing display of chef skills, he'll be falling all over himself with how much he loves you because you put love and effort into something to make him feel better

illuso ✨

one of the WORST when he gets sick or injured because he just complains and lays on the pity party even more than formaggio. everything sucks!!! woe is illuso!!!! he needs ur healing kisses!!!!!

he definitely goes into the mirror world to rest b/c he needs peace and quiet or he'll get cranky. but he will bring u ofc. not just to be pampered either he's just cozy and happy in ur company

lavishing him in attention aside, what will REALLY tug on his heart is taking initiative to take care of him, like asking first how he's feeling, bringing an extra blanket cause you know he likes to have a pile of them, offering to very gently brush his hair. just like, little genuine attentive things. it may get him blushing

melone 🍈

very practical about it, there's that whole thing of 'people with medical backgrounds are the worst patients for one reason or another' but he doesn't try to take shortcuts with the rest he knows he needs and he's very polite and patient with asking for/instructing on what he needs

he's great at finding ways to entertain himself so no worries in that regard. if he's worried about getting you sick he may actually discourage cuddles for once in his life but otherwise he'd love to snuggle up to his babe all day

he'd honestly just feel really comforted if you told him all about your day and shared cool things with him or the classic 'i saw this and thought of you' he'll be 😍

ghiaccio ❄️

EXTRA grumpy when he's uncomfortable or in pain and unable to work his energy out. he's very active, so his body (or you) making him sit on his ass when he doesn't want to will leave him very prickly even though logically he knows it's for the best.

he'll generally want his space but then have bouts of feeling very cuddly. picture him cocooned in blankets with only the top half of his face visible and his general grumpy glower relaxes as u massage his scalp like calming an angry cat.

he'll be very thankful for everything you do, including kissing his cheeks or leaving him to chill with some water and a book or shushing the others if they're being too rowdy. but he'll be extra super thankful and soft if you bundle him up and go for a walk with him around the block just to stretch his legs and get some fresh air cause you know how much he hates sitting around.

sorbet and gelato 🔪🍦

if one of them is under the weather, the house gets a brief respite from their antics cause you and the other one are there to entertain them and curb their restlessness. if they're both sick/injured, good fucking luck because their boredom will feed off each other and it will be a nightmare.

sorbet likes to chill but he always needs new surroundings. he'll want to stay on the couch to at least observe the house's regular chaos but if you (and maybe gelato) see that he's not getting enough rest you will have to literally drag him into your bedroom because 1) he's not letting go of his entertainment that easily 2) it's fun to watch you struggle. he is devising every way to cause problems on purpose without moving around too much

gelato HATES sitting still so he is slowly going insane and he will let you know it. get him a big stack of movies, let him have free reign of the tv, play cards with him etc if you know what's good for the whole house because otherwise he won't stay in bed or he'll do shit like scream for help just to see you rush in and then grin and be like oh nvm babe im fine :)

you thought they were a handful together regularly? HAH. when they're sick or injured together they enable each other even more than usual. you are the only one capable of placating them, enjoy being squished between your two extremely cuddly boyfriends.

cuddles and kisses and loving attention always make them feel better, a surefire way to get them to actually rest is by snuggling them. but even if you do go for a bit, what brightens them up is hearing about all the new happenings on base or this cute dog you saw or if you bring them new snacks every day or try making something different for dinner. like, not just to placate them, but cause you know they're bored and uncomfortable and you want to cheer them up, that's what gets them. and then they'll pull you down and hold you for the rest of the night.

[celtic7irish]

Reassurance

Title: Reassurance

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13793475

Square Filled: N4: Avengers Cuddle Pile!

Ship: None (Gen)

Rating: General Audiences

Major Tags: None

Summary:   Following a hard battle, the Avengers rest, and make sure one of their own is okay.

Word Count: 1895

Created for @mcukinkbingo

Full Text Below:

Steve shuffled into the common room sluggishly, his feet dragging along the carpet.  He should get a shower, but really, all he wanted to do right now was sleep.  Still, the need to check on his teammates after the battle was persistent, and they’d all show up here eventually.

 “Hey, Stevie,” Bucky muttered from his sprawl on the floor, his flesh arm thrown over his eyes and his metal one limp on the floor.  It had taken a severe beating, and Steve was sure that Tony would get right on fixing it. In the morning.  For now, the genius was probably so sleep-deprived that he’d end up blowing the lab sky high if he tried to tinker with anything.

 “Mmph,” Steve replied, dropping down next to his friend, one arm flung over Bucky’s waist.  “Wake me when I’m dead,” he managed to mutter.  Bucky hummed in agreement, but otherwise didn’t move.

 The sound of shuffling feet paused in the doorway, and Steve felt someone observing him and Bucky.  “Oh, excellent.  Heat,” Tony mumbled, staggering forward.  A moment later, he was dropping down, directly on top of Steve’s back.  Steve squeaked, his spine going tense as Tony’s freezing fingers tucked themselves against his back.  Tony’s sigh of relief almost drowned out Bucky’s chuckle. Almost.

 “Got some for you, too, Freezer Burn,” Tony told him blithely, then shifted.  This time, Bucky made a pained sound, and Steve realized that Tony was now at an angle across the both of them, his hands still pressed to Steve’s back, and his feet off to the side - on top of Bucky.

 “What the hell, Stark,” Bucky whined, though he made no moves to push the other man off.

 “Yeah, turns out the ocean is pretty fucking cold this time of year,” Tony said almost conversationally, but Steve could hear the faint tremor in his voice, even as Tony’s teeth chattered.  He slumped further against the floor, feeling guilty that he hadn’t been fast enough to stop the….acid, or whatever the hell it had been, from eating through Iron Man’s armor before a giant tentacle had slammed him into the water.  Tony had been quick enough to call another suit to him - and War Machine had kept the giant kraken-snake hybrid occupied by shooting it in the eyes - and had managed to pull himself back out of the water within a few seconds, but it had been terrifying there for a few minutes.

 “Ah, friend Anthony!” Thor greeted as he strode into the room, his exuberance almost painful to the men collapsed on the floor.  How was it possible for the Asgardian to still have so much energy?!  He had practically toasted the thing from the inside out with a huge bolt of lightning.  The smell had been sickening.  “It is good to see that you are well enough to have joined our Shield Brothers in their rest.  Is there room for one more, perchance?”

 “Knock it off with the perchances, and take a load off,” Tony told him, one hand sliding out to beckon at Thor before burrowing back to its spot between Tony’s chest and Steve’s spine.  

 “Thank you, my friends,” Thor exclaimed before settling himself nearby.  He still smelled of storms and electricity.  Steve could feel the hairs on the back of his neck rise, electricity tingling across his scalp and shoulders.

 “Dammit, Thor,” Bucky complained.  “Why the fuck do you still have so much energy?”

 Thor’s laughter rumbled through his chest as he settled on the floor by Steve.  Tony promptly rolled over and dropped his head on Thor’s lap.  “I find battle invigorating!” he exclaimed.  “Do you not feel the same?”

 Tony whined.  “No, I don’t feel the same,” he grumbled.  “Flying is exhilarating. Inventing a new element is exhilarating.  Battling a giant demon squid-hydra hybrid is not fucking exhilarating!”  Thor laughed again, joined by Steve while Bucky just mumbled his agreement.

 “Is that what we’re calling it?” Sam asked, strolling casually into the room and eyeing the small pile of Avengers on the floor.  “Giant demon squid-hydra hybrid?”

 “I’d flip you off, but that would require actual effort,” Tony muttered.  “You can call it whatever you want, I don’t care.”

 Sam grinned, wandering into the kitchen and rummaging around in the fridge for a few minutes.  The fridge door clinked, and a moment later, Sam dropped a pile of water bottles near them before settling himself on the floor, his back leaning against the couch behind him.  He cracked open one of the water bottles and took a long drink, then let his head drop back against the couch.  He stretched his legs out, burying them under Bucky’s thighs.  The Soldier just glared at him, but didn’t bother moving, and Sam smirked.

 “What’s this? Are we having a cuddle party and nobody told me?” Clint demanded, dragging a tolerantly amused Natasha into the room with him.  “Not fair!” he protested.

 “Oh my god, shut up, Katniss,” Tony told him.  “How about you make yourself useful like Wilson here and get us some food?”

 Clint laughed as he dropped next to them, pulling Natasha into his lap.  “Sure!  Jarvis, order us the usual post-mission feast, would you?” he asked.

 “Of course, Agent Barton,” the AI replied politely.  “Expected arrival is thirty-five minutes.”

 “Thanks, J! ��You’re awesome,” Clint complimented him.  Tony forgave him and moved enough to roll one of the water bottles his way.  “Thanks,” Clint said, cracking it open and offering it to Natasha first, before taking a sip of his own.  He rolled slightly to the side so that his shoulder was pressed against Sam’s.  “So...that majorly sucked,” he said at last.

 Tony snorted.  “You think?” he asked sarcastically.  “The Mark Forty-Seven is not made for underwater battle. If I had know that was going to happen, I would have brought the Rubber Duckie.”

 There was a long moment of silence as the other Avengers contemplated the words that had just come out of Tony’s mouth.  It was, naturally, Clint who then demanded, “Rubber Ducky?  Do you really have an armor nicknamed Rubber Ducky?”  When no answer was forthcoming, he turned to yell over his shoulder, “Does Tony really have a Rubber Ducky armor?”

 “Stop saying Rubber Ducky, you sound like a two-year-old,” Rhodey told him; but he answered anyway.  “Yes, Tony has an armor he designed solely for underwater combat. He nicknamed it Rubber Ducky.”

 “I fail to see why this surprises you,” Natasha told Clint, her hands scritching lightly against the blonde’s scalp.  “He has robots he built that he named DUM-E, Butterfingers, and U.  I don’t know why you would expect the armors to be any different.”

 “I’d resent that if it wasn’t true,” Tony admitted.

 The eighth member of their little group wandered into the room and observed them all with mild consternation.  “You do realize that there is actual furniture in this room?” he asked.  “Very nice furniture, even.”

 Tony lifted his head, his extremities finally warming up, thanks to super soldier heat output.  “Well, yeah, but there’s not enough room on the couch for all of us,” he pointed out.  “Which sort of defeats the purpose of a cuddle pile.”  There were various murmurs of agreement from the others, and Phil just sighed quietly and walked over, eyeing the sprawled out Avengers again before shrugging and dropping to the couch, stretching out along its length.  One of his hands reached down and brushed against Clint’s back, a small anchor to the rest of the group.  Clint smiled, turning his head to kiss the inside of Phil’s wrist, while Natasha shifted enough to wrap one hand lightly around the Agent’s ankle.

 “Excellent,” Tony murmured, noting that only one Avenger was missing.  “Jarvis, where’s Bruce?” he asked, hoping that the other man would decide to join them tonight.  The Hulk had been needed to take down their opponent this time, and that meant that Bruce might not be wanting anybody else’s company now.

 “Bruce is right here,” he man in question spoke up as he entered, carrying a pile of familiar boxes with him.  “The food arrived on my way up,” he added, dropping the boxes of pizza onto a nearby table before scooping up another bottle of water and dropping down to the floor, close to the rest of the group.  Tony immediately abandoned the two soldiers in favor of rolling over and wrapping his arms around Bruce’s waist.  Bruce looked down at him with a fond, quiet smile, one hand sliding upwards to run through Tony’s hair.  The genius practically purred, making Bruce chuckle.

 “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving,” Sam spoke up, groaning as he climbed to his feet, earning a protest from Clint as his support was suddenly taken away.  “Anybody else?” he offered magnanimously.  He got a chorus of enthusiastic approval and huffed as he started putting pizza on plates and handing them around.

 Bruce accepted a plate for both himself and Tony, his hand moving from Tony’s hair to the back of his neck and then sliding down his arms to brush along his fingers.  “Still cold?” he asked quietly, concern evident in his tone.

 “A little,” Tony admitted, not able to lie to his best friend.  It wasn’t like Bruce couldn’t feel how chilly his hands still were.  “It’s a lot better now, though,” he added.  “Steve and Buckaroo helped.”

 “I’m sure,” Bruce murmured wryly, then looked up with a murmur of thanks at Phil, who had gotten up from the couch to offer them the afghan that sat along the back of it.  Accepting it, Bruce dropped the heavy blanket over Tony and urged him to sit up so he could eat.

 Tony grumbled at losing his comfortable spot, but sat up, shivering as the cooler air of the room hit him before the blanket settled back around his shoulders.  Silently, Bruce shifted so that he leaned against Tony’s left side, a warm line of heat.  Steve stood to help Sam distribute the pizza, handing out the last couple of pieces before dropping back to the floor, this time behind Tony, his legs on either side of Tony’s hips.

 Once he was settled, Steve looked at Bucky pointedly. The Soldier rolled his eyes, but scooted over so that he was seated on Tony’s other side.  It was sorely tempting to be a dick and sprawl across Tony’s lap, but since Tony had been hit with the acidic spit while knocking Bucky out of its way, he supposed he could at least loan his body heat to the other man.

 Tony raised an eyebrow at him, then rolled his eyes, making it clear that he knew exactly what was going on, but he didn’t move from his position leaning tiredly against Bruce’s shoulder.

 “Oooh!  Are we cuddling Tony now?” Clint asked, as excitable as always.  Natasha simply stood up and moved over, settling herself back down by Tony’s knees.  Tony gave her a tired smile of thanks, then let his eyes drift shut.  He was barely aware of the remaining Avengers moving to curl up around him, a show of solidarity and support.  He was safe and warm and full, surrounded by people that he’d risk his life for, and that would do the same for him.

 Safe in the middle of the Avengers Cuddle Pile, Tony slept.