A push maybe, sometimes even a shove but we’ll get there.

That would be nice, especially since it’ll be coming from you.

Your secrets safe with me, Romanoff. Though since you’re telling me this now I guess I can say ditto.~

Absolutely not, first names are alright by me as long as it’s ( you ) saying it.

So basically you’re say you like the sound of my voice?

He’s gonna rest his head upon, @FROMRUSSlA’ shoulder. Which is oddly ——— comfortable. “Romanoff. . .”

Owch, that hurt. . . ( Natasha ). And to think we were finally on a first name bases.

Workout time.

Morning.

/ if y’all have DC accounts follow my Starfire.

/ replies later today I’m tired af.

˗ ˏ ˋ KORIAND’R. Starfire. ❛ ﾟ┈┈┈ Do not lose hope, believe that there are a thousand beautiful things waiting for you. Sunshine comes to all who feel rain.❜ ╱ written by starfire. ships with chem. portraying all versions of koriand’r.

With rainbow sprinkles and hot fudge?

This is y’alls Captain America?

“Я рада быть дома. . .” The solider sighed taking a relaxing deep breath in before exhaling out. Closing his eyes, James began to drift off into a peaceful nap on his sofa.

/ like this for a starter.

Looking from above the assassin he smiled shaking his head. “Water?” Kneeling down he held out a bottle dripping from condensation.

James leaned against ❛ — 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀 ! his arms folded. “When was the last time you’ve went out to dinner?”

“I think you might’ve left your ballet shoes at my place, Hereditary Grand Duke Romanoff of Mikhailovichi.” He said with a smile. “You might wanna collect them before I sell them.” That was a joke, he wouldn’t dare do that. . .

Sounds like a nutritious breakfast.