➶ i’ll choose vegas when they offer heaven’s 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄 ⠀﹗ ⠀ ┄┄ antonio stark, mcurp, indp. portrayal, severely au, crossovers welcome. mv / ms. graphic + violent themes. kae.

sheepish twiddling of the fingers. whoops.

un .... fortunate.

enthusiastic waving! he enjoys the runoffs from the camp—— the greeks always make for marvelous company.

arches brow.

a gentle wave! littlest stark—— the warm welcomes are always taken in stride.

ease the yearning, little spider. he’s here—— for now.

effervescent!

we’re straight-up wrapping arms around s. g. r. and, (really, without much effort at all), lifting him clear of the floor. this is the biggest hug. perhaps ever. “steven!”

discontent humming. he’s tapping anxious fingers across the nearest horizontal surface. mm-mm-mm.

twiddling the anxious fingers— an unbidden spark of electricity flits subtly between digits. he’ll be fine. just feeling a bit … strange.

rippling muscles and utter ease completely set aside—— he’s 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 so. he holds steven aloft without a second thought; truly, it requires no effort. “how have you been? gods— it’s good to see you!”

he cocks his head, just the faintest edge of a smirk slanting his lips. a snap of the fingers and he’s producing a more deliberate spark— straight up in the air, a faint exclamation of the usual lightning. “it’s wonderful at parties.”

he could say the same for her. how about a greeting before they delve into the doom and gloom of it all? “little spider,” he nods. “how are we faring?”

ah—— he’s dropping an arm from the embrace; he really only needs one to hold him. we’re so casually flexing for the audience. wink.

don’t get him started, he’s not very liable to stop. he’s got the shadow of the /goofiest/ little grin on his face, flexing muscles midgardians might not yet have names for as she looked on. “what?” a beat, another pointed ripple of muscle. “no applause?”

twasn’t his intention, to be fair; he’s mindful of the midgardian limits, but the captain had always struck him as the most durable of his peers. gods above, don’t touch the party trick. “it’s only a distraction if it’s working,” he states plaintively, a meek smile at his lips.