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Sam snorted, wrapping an arm around Bucky’s waist and pulling him in closer. “Oh, I got plenty of issues, baby, but dating your old ass ain’t one of them. Besides, you’ve still got the serum going for you. Keeps you all young and broody." He smirked and tilted his head down to kiss him. “But if you really wanna analyze my issues,” Sam started after pulling back. He set his glass down and turned fully toward Bucky, his hands settling on his hips. “Let’s see… I’m clearly a sucker for blue eyes, big arms, I can get weird with the metal arm if you want me to. And an attitude problem. Plus, you act grumpy about it, but you let me get away with shit, and I find that real attractive.” His expression softened a little before pressing another kiss to Bucky’s temple. “But you’re welcome. I figured you wouldn’t wanna deal with a bunch of people making a fuss about it."

“Watch it or you're going to ruin it," Bucky rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's teasing but the fond expression did not disappear from his face. He took the glass from Sam, leaning slightly against the taller man’s side. "Thank you," he replied as he looked up at Sam. "And thank you for not making a spectacle out of my birthday. But I do have to ask- what kind of issues do you have to be going after a 108 year old man?" he asked teasingly.

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Sam laughed as he hooked his fingers into Bucky’s belt loops, keeping him close to him. “You? Scaring trainees? Shocking.” He smirked. “And yeah, I wouldn’t trust him on a normal day. Last time, he threatened to turn one of them into a frog just for breathing too loud.” He gave Bucky’s hip a squeeze before tilting his head toward the food, but then Sam stopped, Bucky’s words sinking in. His brain short-circuited for a second and Sam looked at him, but then another smirk took over his face, bright and smug as hell. “Ohhh, no. Hold up. You love me, huh?” His grip on Bucky’s belt loops tightening. “Damn right, you love me,” he teased, though there was nothing but pure affection behind it. Before Bucky could react, Sam kissed him. "You better get used to hearing it back, sweetheart, ‘cause I’m not letting that slide.”

Bucky signed when Sam pulled away but he understood that his was the nature of their job. "Alright, doll," he rolled his eyes playfully and stepped away before sitting on the bed. When his boyfriend came back to give him the bad news, he nodded his head and leaned up to press a quick kiss to his lips. “Just don’t take too long,” he hummed. When Sam was gone, Bucky spent that time just hanging out and trying not to worry too much about his boyfriend’s whereabouts. "I have a staring problem that is scaring the trainees away. Loki is a hormonal bitch so I wouldn’t trust him with a bunch of idiots in his delicate, blessed condition," Bucky hummed as he walked up to Sam, standing between his legs. "Besides, you're the most patient out of the bunch which is one of the things that I love about you, darling," he smiled and learned forward to kiss him. "So what's for lunch?" he asked as he pulled back before Sam could get that cheesy took on his face.

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Johnny smiled as he opened the door and saw him standing there. “Hi,” he said, leaning in to kiss the older man. Stepping aside, he let Mateo in, his gaze drifting past him, and the still-unpacked boxes, to the living room where Eisa was lying facedown on the floor. “She’s okay,” Johnny started. "She's having a delayed I'm not the only child anymore meltdown," he added, shutting the door behind Mateo. "And she said I don't understand, because I, and I quote, was like 50 when Morgan was born." He shot Mateo a deadpanned look before stepping over Eisa. “Come on, baby girl.” He scooped her up into his arms, despite her going completely limp and pouting. “Tío’s here.” She pouted harder, reaching for Mateo but not doing anything else. Johnny glanced back at him. “Given recent events, I’m starting to believe Loki did give birth to her. Or cloned himself as a small, female child.” // @hcvrtbrcvk

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"Was that a hint of a smile? Already? Damn, sergeant. I'm either on my game tonight or hell hath frozen over." Sam smirked and handed Bucky one of the two glasses he was holding. His free hand reached out for him so he could wrap his arm around him, bringing him back against his chest. Sam kissed the side of his head, "Happy birthday, baby." ; @hcvrtbrcvk

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“That I want to sleep until the next millennium,” he teased. The last few hours had been a blur. Any lingering doubts disappeared the moment he heard their cries—well, Javi’s little cries. Thora had come into the world screaming. But now, she was asleep in his arms, her cheeks a rosy pink even against blue-tinted skin. Loki leaned into Edward, smiling, before kissing him. He was about to say something else when a knock at the door interrupted him. Frigga gave them a warm smile as she opened it just enough for their oldest to hesitantly step inside. “Hi, princess.” Eisa looked uncertain as she approached, and Loki gently handed Thora over to Edward so he could help her onto the bed. “Do you want to see your new brother and sister?” He carefully pulled her onto his lap, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. He knew this would be an adjustment for her. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t worried. “She’s asleep, but I think he was waiting to meet you.”

Everything happened so quickly even though some time had actually passed from when Loki told him that their babies decided to come early, and to the moment everyone left and they were alone with the twins. Basking in the radiance of the beautiful moment when it was just them and the chaos was over. Edward walked over to sit back on the bed, shifting Javi in his arms so he could wrap his other arm around his husband, making him lean against him. “It’s so weird they’re already here with us. They’re so perfect,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to the top of Loki’s head before moving his gaze to look at Thora who was sleeping peacefully in Loki’s arms. “You did so well, darling,” Edward said gently moved his husband even closer and rested his head against Loki’s. “What’s on your mind, mi rey?” @cosmiclvex

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Rafael blinked, his brain taking a second to catch up. "Oh," was all he said at first. His expression flickered between surprise and something softer, something undeniably touched. "I don't think any kid of Loki's could be named Jesús. Could turn out to be the anti-Christ." Rafael caught his older brother's gaze and smirked. Javi it is. Kid’s gonna have a great name.” He nodded at the paperwork, "And thank you for handling that. I know you have a lot going on."

A lot going on turned out to be an understatement, because a few days later, the twins decided they apparently couldn't wait anymore. One minute, Rafael was reading his brother’s text, and the next, he was stepping into what felt like Asgard itself—though, in reality, it was just Edward’s living room. He thought he’d gotten there fast after getting his brother's message, but apparently, the palace had worked even faster. Thankfully, no one stopped him as he made his way upstairs. When he spotted Edward in the hallway, he slowed, his voice quiet but steady. “Hey.” He met his brother’s gaze, offering a reassuring smile as he placed his hands on Edward’s shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Is he doing okay? Are you doing okay?”

"Rafael, have I not just said I will make it work? Just calm down and breathe, Jesus,” Edward said, as he looked at his brother with an amused look on his face. "Everything is possible, it will just take slightly more time and paperwork, but it's for me to worry about and not you," he patted Raf's shoulder before laughing at his suggestion. "Yeah, no. As tempting as that sounds, this hormonal asshole would not stop at 81. I'd be 82 and you'd end up being 83, most likely," he shook his head but his expression soon softened as he looked at his brother. "Speaking of that, I hope you're not going to throw a hissy fit for stealing your name for one of the babies. I couldn't convince him to Jesús so Javi it is.”

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"Thank you for helping," he said as he stepped off the elevator and into the common area of the Avengers space. Johnny made sure both of his dads were gone when he invited Klara over, just to be safe. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, not yet seeing the person on the other side of her. "I'm overwhelmed. My ex did everything last time and we see how that went." Johnny scrunched his nose, "And if I say anything to my dad, he's going to buy me an entire building and then question me on why." He walked around the island and stopped, finally seeing Loki sitting beside Klara. "Wait, did we get called out for something?" But the look on Loki's face told him they hadn't gotten called out for a mission and Johnny groaned, turning to look at Klara. "Dude. Does Rafael know I'm moving out now, too? That isn't the only reason." The smirky asshole beside Klara snorted at that, so Johnny tossed an unused paper cup at his head. "It's a catalyst." // @hcvrtbrcvk

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Tony barely had time to kiss him back before the unexpected interruption. With a dramatic sigh, he dropped his forehead against Bruce’s shoulder for a brief moment before turning to face the chaos. Leia pranced around the new arrival, tail wagging excitedly like she’d just found her new best friend. The other dog stood in the middle of the lab as if it had always belonged there. Tony exhaled sharply through his nose, then plastered on a too-pleasant, entirely fake smile. “That,” he said, gesturing at the dog, “is your son’s souvenir from the expo. You know, the expo he made a 400-mile detour for.” Tony glanced back at his husband and let out a breath knowing—deep, deep down—this wasn't the worst thing their oldest could be doing. “I’m trying to be okay with this. He’s an adult. And he's healthy and happy again. He’s not throwing himself off buildings and Hill doesn't seem like an abusive dickhead. I’ll take the small wins. But right now," he tugged on Bruce's hand. "I would like us to make our reservation so I can drown that out with pasta and wine and my hot ass husband, okay? Okay."

"Hi, baby" Bruce smiled as he leaned against Tony's body. He closed his laptop and moved around in his husband's arms to face him. "Well, I don't know yet how important this is. It all depends on where you want to take me,” Bruce smirked as he leaned up to properly kiss him. He wrapped his arms around Tony's neck, deepening the kiss when the doors opened and he heard barking. Which wouldn't have been weird except that it wasn't just Leia, who barged into their lab. "Wait, where the hell did that second dog come from?” he glanced at his husband, almost sure that he was the one who got manipulated by Morgan and/or Johnny to get it. "Tony..."

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Loki snorted from where he was, leaning against the doorway. “I know exactly where he is, thank you. But even if I didn’t, unlike some people, I don’t have to sit alone in the dark, brooding and tracking his every move like some deranged stalker.” His gaze flicked up to catch Bucky’s and smirked. "Unless you’ve simply missed me so much, you had to come up here and pine from a distance.” Pushing off the doorframe, Loki sauntered over and took a seat beside him. He wrinkled his nose at Bucky’s question, voice laced with sarcasm. "You mean did they try to put me on bedrest like some fragile Victorian damsel? Absolutely. Did I care? Not in the slightest.” Loki moved forward slightly, eyes narrowing as he checked the monitor himself. “You know Wilson is alright," he continued, voice softer. "It just took them longer than it should have.” He leaned back, studying Bucky for a moment. “You sure you’re okay?

"Your husband's office is on another floor," Bucky spoke not turning back but still staring at the computer screen. And if he was simply stalking Sam's jet’s position, nobody was going to say anything about that to him. He didn't even need to turn around to know who was at the door because there was only one person that would just walk in, and stand there staring at him in silence, until Bucky said anything. "Aren't you supposed to be on a bed rest?" he questioned as he finally took his eyes off the screen to face his friend but a smirk appeared on his face, instead of his usual expression. "Or have you just missed me this much you had to see me?" @cosmiclvex

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“Fine, but when she starts making passive-aggressive wedding plans over Sunday dinner, I reserve the right to hide behind you.” Rafael laughed, his hands tightening around hers as he shook his head. “Living in sin. Dios mío, she’ll be lighting candles and saying prayers for our souls every night.” Rafael smirked, but his expression softened as he continued. “I get it, though,” he said, his voice quieter. “I don’t want you feeling like this is just another expectation you have to meet. I want it to be your choice. And I don't want you to do it for me, for my mom, or for Ella. I mean, if this is how we’ll be the rest of our lives, I’m fine with that.” He brought Klara’s hand to his lips, brushing a kiss across her knuckles. His gaze flicked up to meet hers, “As for me, I know from experience a piece of paper means nothing. I don’t need it to know how I feel about you.” He nodded toward the living room. “And Ella decided who you were in her life months ago. Ed already started the paperwork for us.”

"Don't forget I'm an over a thousand year old alien. She could still think it's my plan for taking over the world. Loki was merely a trial run," she teased and wrapped her arms around Rafael's neck, her fingers toying with the curls at the back of his head. She was just about to kiss him again when they were interrupted by Ella and Eisa running into the kitchen. Klara chuckled as she watched her boyfriend interact with the girls. When they ran off back to the living room, bribed with their desserts, she looked back at him when he spoke up, her expression turning into a much softer one. "I know, kærasti. And I want to marry you, too. But contrary to my best friend and your brother, I want to wait until we've been together for at least two years. I love you and I want to be with you forever. We just don't need to make it official now,” she said as she took both of his hands in hers. “Besides, my father already had a plan for me as soon as I was conceived and I’ve spent my whole life trying to adhere to his imaginary plan. I want now to live my life how I want, and that includes deciding by myself when I marry. So, your mum will have to live with us living in sin for a little while longer.”

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“It's fine. It's probably my sister or someone else stupid." Sam followed Bucky's lead and walked them backwards, but his phone kept buzzing. He groaned, "If it's not you distracting me with that pretty face, it’s the universe cockblocking me.” Sam was just about to pull him into the bedroom when it buzzed again. He really wanted to ignore it, but the buzzing persisted. “Hold that thought, sweetheart." Sam pressed a kiss to Bucky's lips and walked around to answer the phone. Sam made a face when he saw Hill's name flash across the screen and answered it. "Actually, I am busy—" he replied to their boss's question, but of course, that didn't matter. Once they call ended, Sam walked back over to his boyfriend. "Okay. I'm gonna be like fifteen minutes tops." He slid a hand up Bucky’s chest, "You and your cute ass self stay here and wait for me." But, of course, it took longer than fifteen minutes. So when Sam finally made it back, he came back with lunch and his attitude. “Damn trainees. Why am I the one dealing with this? Where the hell is everyone else?” He dropped the food on the island and hopped up to sit on the counter beside it. “They were fucking idiots.” With an over-exaggerated pout, Sam made grabby hands towards Bucky. “You don’t know how many of them I wanted to strangle."

"There are some bruises I don't mind having,” Bucky rolled his eyes fondly and kissed him back, tilting his head when Sam pulled back. He knew that Sam worried about him and frankly, he had a good reason for that. After all, he'd seen him at his worst already and helped him get better. Honestly, Bucky had no idea if he'd be where he currently was, if it wasn't for Sam. " you'll be the first person I go to when I'm going to start getting bad again," he promised and leaned forward to kiss Sam, pulling back slightly as a small smirk appeared on his face. "How about I show you how okay I am right now?" Bucky mused, crashing his lips again against Sam's, gently leading him towards the bedroom. But before he could go any further Sam's phone going off interrupted them. "Is anyone dying or is there another alien trying to enslave New York?" Bucky groaned as he finally pulled away.

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He laughed. “Man, you are the worst person to watch movies with.” Sam smirked and grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoving some in his mouth. “You figured it out halfway through—congratulations, Steve.” He flicked another kernel at him, this time with a little more intent. “That reveal was iconic. You’re telling me that didn’t hit at all?” Sam squinted at him, unimpressed. “You probably figured out the killer in Scream in like, five minutes too, huh?”

Steve caught the stray popcorn kernel before it could hit him, giving Sam a dry look before tossing it back into the bowl. He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "I don’t know, man," he said, running a hand over his jaw. "I mean, I get why people like it. But—" He hesitated, gesturing vaguely at the screen. "That was the big twist? He was dead the whole time?" He shook his head again, leaning back against the couch. "I figured it out halfway through. The kid was talking to him, but nobody else was. Seemed kinda obvious."

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"LA. San Francisco. Same state. It's fine." Johnny smiled when he pulled him back towards him, returning his kiss. "I'm really not," he argued, about to kiss him again, but what Mateo said next stopped him. "God. Why are you all bitching about my carbon footprint?" He stepped into the older man's apartment, door shutting behind him. "My dad's jets are eco-friendly." He slid off his jacket and paused. "As eco-friendly as a jet can be," Johnny added, turning back to Mateo, before he could argue that point. He smirked and leaned up to kiss him again, laughing as he pulled back. "And how would you like me to answer that question?"

"San Francisco, huh?" Mateo chuckled, shaking his head fondly. When Johnny pretended to leave, he just chuckled and grabbed the blond's hand to pull him back in and kissed him. "You're so dramatic," he rolled his eyes playfully. “Since your carbon footprint has already suffered, it is only fair that we make the most of it, hermoso,” he mused as he pressed his lips to Dylan’s again. “You hungry?”

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Peggy raised an eyebrow, barely holding back another laugh. “You were really going for it, huh?” She waved a hand at the scene, “Well, the effort was… there, darling, but maybe next time, less ‘fire hazard’ and more ‘edible.’” She tapped her phone screen, already on a food delivery app as she continued, “We didn’t need a fire extinguisher tonight, though. So I’m counting that as a win.” Peggy sat her phone on the counter and slid her arms around his waist. But if you want the candles and the music, I'll wait for the food and you do that, and I'll pretend I know nothing about this when I bring it in." She smirked. "Or I'll even let you get the food too and I'll disappear until you're ready and we'll just start over."

Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair, then gestured vaguely at the mess in front of him. "I don’t know what happened. I followed the recipe exactly." He glanced at the tablet, as if hoping it would suddenly reveal some hidden step he missed. "Well. Mostly exactly." He watched the sauce plop unceremoniously from the spoon, lips pressing into a thin line. Yeah, there was no salvaging that. With a resigned huff, he untied the too-small apron and tossed it onto the counter.

"Chinese," he said, rubbing at a smudge of flour on his wrist as he glanced at her, a sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "But for the record, I had a whole plan. Candles, music, the works. Just... y'know. Without the fire hazard."

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"I always go to California," he replied, sitting on the arm of one the couch. "Mom lives there. Dad has a house there." And neither of those places were close to where he just was, but whatever. "They're not worried. They're freaked out—well, one of them is freaked out. The other one's just trying to not send anyone else through the floor. Which I would send a specific someone through the floor again if they weren't knocked up because the onslaught of eggplant emojis the last few days was disgusting even by my standards." Johnny scrunched his nose and looked up at Klara, shrugging at the question. "I don't know? We haven't labeled anything. I mean, I like him a lot, but unlike you and Loki, I'm actually 30. I'm obviously fine with it, but my dads are weirded out about it. Tony specifically. Mom likes him, though."

"Well someone has to keep an eye on its one while you're travelling God knows where" Klara countered with a smirk as she leaned into the kiss. She took a step back when Morgan barrelled into the living room to say hello to her brother, smiling at the sight. Johnny's words brought her back to reality and a grin appeared on her face. "I wasn't going to say anything," she raised her hands in mock defence. "Just that your dads are worried about your carbon footprint, that's all.” Klara looked at him, not saying anything for a moment. “So... It's serious then?"

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Wanda laughed, watching Thor carefully rescue the pacifier. “Oh, absolutely. A noble quest of the highest order,” she teased, tilting her head as she considered the plush dragon in his hands. “And you may have just discovered the artifact that will aid you in your journey. A fine choice, Your Highness.” She reached out, giving the dragon’s head a thoughtful poke. Dropping the act, Wanda continued, “For the record, I would pay very good money to see Loki’s face if you presented his child with a cape and a tiny helm. Or a hammer." She flicked her gaze up and smirked. "I don't think we usually do that in Midgard, no." Wanda wrapped her arm around his free one. "So, what is Asgard like? The way you talk about it has always made me wonder. If those are the customs for a newborn—royalty or not—it must be grandiose."

Thor chuckled, setting the onesie back with an amused shake of his head. “A fair point. Loki has never been one for practicality—though I suspect neither are most infants.” He glanced around the store, as if expecting something truly grand and theatrical to reveal itself among the rows of neatly folded blankets. “Perhaps a cape? A tiny helm? Does Midgard make such things for their young?”

He grinned down at Wanda as she squeezed his arm, his shoulders shaking slightly with laughter. "Amusing? I will have you know, Wanda, that I take my role as an uncle very seriously.” He straightened his posture, as if to emphasize his point, nearly knocking over a display of pacifiers before quickly righting it. “This is a noble quest! One which requires great wisdom and—” He paused, lifting a small, plush dragon from a nearby shelf. His expression turned thoughtful. “—and possibly this.”

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"You know California and New York are on opposite sides of the country, yes? Literal opposite sides." Loki gave him an amused look as he walked into their kitchen, but it shifted into something else when his eyes landed on Eisa. Gaze still on her, he asked Mateo, "So what am I helping you with?" Eisa lifted her head and pouted, 'Can I help, Tío?' But Loki cut in, "You're going with your abuela." Eisa opened her mouth to argue and he shook his head. "No. I'm not doing whatever this is today. Go get ready and," his eyes flicked down to the damn possum, "do something with that so you won't kill your grandmother, please. Or me." She huffed and stomped all the way up the stairs for dramatics, but thankfully took the rabies with her. Loki rolled his eyes, getting his tea so he wouldn't get bitched at about his coffee addiction again. "Anyway, what do you need help with? Because—wait,' he slowly lowered his cup, realization hitting him, and he just looked at him. "What are you doing...." // @hcvrtbrcvk