Everett allows himself to cuddle up against Peter, sighing lowly and contently as they lay there in bed together. “ I love you, too. I’m glad you’re here. “

Everett lips curl upward in a soft smile, adjusting slightly as he props an arm underneath his head. “ Well, my next heat won’t be for a long while, so . . . but, thank you. “ And, he’s blushing again.

A small nod, from the agent. “ I know. It’s just odd, getting used to all of this. I’ve repressed it for so long . . . and now . . . “ A hand presses to his stomach. “ Now, there’s this, and it’s an entirely new experience for me. But, I’m glad I’m not alone. “

Stretch —

!!! ‘Lo, Bucky.

Mmh. That’s quite the greeting.

Sleepy.

He is in 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧. Heat things, and all that.

One of those nights.

He is napping. Do not disturb.

A soft 𝒚𝒂𝒘𝒏, as he rolls over beneath it.

Sweets? 𝘼𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮. He could never say no to having sweets. But, for now, he naps ever so peacefully.

Everett only stirs from his nap when he smells the chocolate cake starting to bake from the kitchen. A hand reaches up to rub over his eyes, before he shifts so he can peek over.

A soft smile on Everett’s features, as he notices Peter talking away to himself as he prepares the cake. “ That smells really, really good. “ he says, leaning against the fridge. “ I can’t wait to try it. “

𝘼𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙. Missed him, too.

𝙤𝙤𝙘. hi babies! if you write with me over on @/wakandanliaison, that account has unfortunately been s-worded. i’m trying to get him back, but in the meanwhile, i will be making a new account for him.

Mm, hello. He’s here.