If they’re starting this, she’s stealing a bottle of vodka and hiding.

She’s not going to be his back up in whatever they’re planning.

While they bicker, she’s slipping away unseen.

She is not a cat. Put a bell on her neck and see what happens.

She will take him to the ground and back, just try her.

Don’t flatter yourself, Stark. Although I’m glad to see that you know who the top would be in that situation.

There’s never been any doubt.

Sighs in this is what she deals with on the daily

Tenses for a half a second, contemplating whether she wants to throw him on his back or just let it be. She goes with the second option, curling her arms around his middle.

Oh, does he want a hug too?

She will neither confirm or deny what he says. “I hadn’t planned on it, actually. But I could be persuaded.”

It was one time. /One/.

She doesn’t want his kidneys.

If he chooses to believe that, then she can’t stop him. “How dare you tempt me with chocolate. I suppose I could spare a few drinks.”

“Me? Playing favorites? Never.” She rolled her eyes and stepped forward, tucking her arms around his waist.

Her head tilts back, chin propped against the middle of his chest as she glances up at him. “Sure, if that helps you sleep at night.” She hums softly.

“I think helping you sleep is actually Steve’s domain, but I could think of a few ways to suggest,” she hums with a soft smirk, eyes fluttering at the kiss to her forehead. “I don’t want to know what you rub in his face, Stark. Don’t ruin this moment for me.”