𝐑 𝐨 𝐠 𝐞 𝐫 𝐬

: seeing your name pop up on my phone made me so happy ngl 

; i would love to write another romanogers one shot, but my brain is not giving exciting ideas. anyone wanna help out w something? fluff would be great, but i’ll take anything interesting. i’ll give you a free cookie if you do. 

// hihihi

⑆ ༄ “ stevennn . clint and peter are pranking people and thought of me to join their team as an afterthought . can we make our own team and crush them ? ”

; [ blinks and rubs eyes ] is that my wattpad WIFE

‚“Youʼre...bulky.”

(( recovering bucky and steve >>>>
          
          
          "Stevie?" The nickname was nearly unfamiliar rolling off his tongue, even if it had clicked that he used it - Of course, it hadn't set in that long ago. It was the same with many a memory for the soldier, as if he had a handful of loose puzzle pieces and he wasn't sure where they fit. His eyes searched the room until they landed on the blonde in question, bare feet softly padding across the floor as he entered the bedroom and awaiting an answer.

; bro not everyone being active without me , let’s interact homies 

being captured was one of the few things that cedric hated with his entire being. it rarely happens, but when it does, he always had backup plans. were they effective? most of the time. cedric merely hoped that his backup plans will work for this one. the blond walked inside the shield base after the sack was yanked off his head, grunting softly. he glanced around the building, glaring at any agents staring at him. he always hated shield.
          
          after being thrown inside an interrogation room, cedric sat down on the chair behind the table, his cuffed hands resting on the table. the table had on a magnet placed on a spot where the cuffs can stay put, and well, he was magnetically stuck. the man sat there in silence, trying to pull the cuffs away from the magnet to kill time. the door finally opened, and his head immediately looked up. “oh, it’s /you/.”

"do you mind if i borrow your jacket," bruce piped up from behind a nearby garbage can. desolation and destruction surrounded the streets around them from the battle, a battle that they had finally won after hours. they were done. they had won. alien invasions were becoming a lot more common lately, and that meant the more and more time that hulk got to spend around the team. forming bonds and making enemies. 
          
          "i think we also need the emergency pants..." he trailed off. "and, watch where you're stepping. i did puke somewhere in the alleyway." he shook his head. "is the quintet coming to get us?" his hair was messy, his eyes were heavy. he yawned softly. "i want to go home."