… “…Banner?”

“I suppose that leaves Stark.”

Casually placing a hand over the fallen pieces. Playing it cool. “Yes — hello!”

Yes, it’s a stupid design. Very impractical. ( A fond grin. ) You look well. ( Omitting the ‘as always’. )

“Pfft. Breaking his things?” He made an attempt to put another shard back into the holder, but even more fell out. “…It was already broken. I found it like this.”

“Your poker face doesn’t fool me, Rogers.”

His lips widen into a smile alongside her own, and he briefly pats down his hair. “I’m afraid that in this realm, there’s no barber worthy of the task.” It’s been far too long since he’s last seen her. Reduced to small-talk: “How’ve you been faring? Mjölnir still by your side?”

|| Little bit of a busy day so I’ll probably roll these out slowly, but will get to them all. :)

The 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 are no place to hide. What does she seek?

He finally just swept the pieces aside. Damn mystical vase. Swiftly changing the topic — “This… underground palace. Why have we come here?”

Say no more.

So I’ve been told. (A cheeky smile as he’s pouring one out for her.)

|| Darn it’s been a while since I’ve logged in, thinking about bringing this and my Tony back. Random spark of muse tf 🧐 🧐

“…You’ve had better days.”