#Steve Rogers headcanons

[allthosepeopleilovetofangirlover]

Dating Steve Rogers Headcanons

Steve is a gentleman, who always picks you up on time on dates.

He's very thoughtful, and no dates are the same or monotonous. He'll try to do something different each time to make you happier.

Writes about your likes and dislikes in his journal, which helps him to make you happier.

Very observant, he'll know immediately if something is wrong.

He'll let you cry on his shoulder and/or in his arms and doesn't ask questions until he knows that you're okay.

A very good listener. Doesn't interrupt when you're talking to him and pays attention to what you're saying.

Insanely protective. He's otherwise polite and punctual but once your safety is threatened, he'll go absolutely feral to protect you.

Extremely possessive. In the beginning, he comes off as sweet and cute but once your relationship progresses, you see his possessive side. If he ever sees anyone looking at you in an 'I have a crush on her' sort of way, he'll make sure to let them know that you're his. May it be a possessive arm around your waist or a passionate kiss, he'll always let them know. Secretly, you love it.

Is not comfortable with physical touch. But only in the beginning. Once he gets used to you, it's him who's always initiating the touches. He'll always be holding your hand or has an arm wrapped around you, reassuring himself that you're there. And that you're his.

Loves to draw you. He draws pictures of you doing many things but hasn't shown you most of them because he's scared you won't like them.

He always offers to help you, even when you've declined his help once. He wants to make sure that you know he's there for you.

He's very pushy about training and workouts. Even on a rest day, he urges you to do a low-impact workout to keep your body moving.

Whenever you fall sick, Steve never leaves your side. He's always sitting by your side, feeding you soup and food, and the two of you watch movies together.

Steve loves to talk about the 40's, and you love to listen as he goes on explaining everything.

Sometimes, you feel insecure after seeing other hotter and more badass women falling at Steve's feet. But he always makes sure that you know he's yours.

Steve is very proud of the fact that you're an Avenger but secretly doesn't want you to go on missions because he wants to protect you.

He's the ultimate perfect boyfriend you love and cherish with your entire being and the feeling is mutual.

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[anika-ann]

For the ask game, "I will take what I can get", with Steve x Reader 😘

Oh hello my dear Vidra 💕

Thank you for taking part in this ask game 🥰 but not for teasing me in a way I CLEARLY do not deserve like AT ALL

I took the liberty to change the 'title' into a 'line' and keep the fic with a temporary title of Match Made in Heaven. Enjoy 💕

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Type: blurb, fluff, recently established relationship WC: 990 words shhh, shhhh, shhhhhhhhhhhh, don't say it- Warnings: fluff, mentions of flu, one swear word 'cause I can

“Steve no-“

“Sweetheart,” he breathed out exasperatedly through the speaker, probably sending a figurative sympathetic pat on the Bucky Barnes’ shoulders all the way back to the 1940’s, where the poor brunet had to face an equally stubborn and a lot sicklier creature – Steve Rogers.

But you, you were entitled to your stubbornness.

It wasn’t that you wanted to argue with him; quite the opposite. Should you have your way – the way you actually wished for – you’d be snuggling your gorgeous, warm, golden-hearted hunk of a boyfriend on the couch, getting distracted from a holiday movie by the twinkling Christmas lights and tinsels you had so carefully decorated your Christmas tree with a few days ago. Perhaps getting distracted by his presence, his fingers carding through your hair absently, lips pressing to your forehead, the lovely planes of muscles shifting against your body…  

No. You couldn’t.

Because.

“I love you, but-“ you tried to argue, accidentally breathing in too deep.

Which naturally resulted in another coughing fit.

Because the universe hated you, and instead of Christmas cheer and peace, you were sick. Sick with flu in a way that made you wander your apartment at the speed of a snail and with aches in joints as if you were the one actually born in 1918. And so instead of a lovely pre-Christmas with your boyfriend of three months, you got isolation and arguments apparently, because he thought he knew better, while you knew the opposite was true. You knew better.

He could not come see you; you had your reasons. He might not be able to get sick, but you were sure that if he saw you like this, he would get sick of you real quick. And you could not have that. You could not have your ultimately perfect man who somehow hadn’t got sick of you yet, see the mess you were right now, because he would run for the hills and have himself get frozen for another seventy years just to avoid ever setting eyes on you again.

Perhaps you should use that argument; a stealthy version of it, wrapped in a neatly tied Christmas bow. After all, your boyfriend was practically a spy, and stealth – at least where his stealth suit was concerned – looked exceptionally well on him.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m sorry, maybe I could-“

“As I was saying,” you rasped, nearly jumping out of your skin when a sharp knock sounded through your apartment, causing you to move from the slow lane towards the kettle to the even slower and irritating lane towards the door – who would even bother you at time like this? “I love you, but… I’m sorry, but if you came here now, all you’d get is a lot of barky cough, icky tissues and a grumpy, cold-sensitive me and honestly, I like you too much to have you have to deal with that-”

Another insistent knock on the door. You sighed, not wanting to waste the remnants of your voice on shouting at the impatient lout, even if you wanted to. Kids these days. So rude. Or maybe it was your 78-year-old Mrs. Cheery-Next-Door-Neighbour bringing you another batch of her disgustingly addictive cookies…

“Ugh, sorry, Steve, that’s all I have to offer, and there’s someone at the door, I gotta-“

Your hand fell heavily on the door handle, snapping it open as far as the safety lock allowed.

And perhaps the way you nearly dropped your phone served you right, because your boyfriend – stealthy spy and soldier and Captain – would be thoroughly disappointed in you if he saw you opening your door without checking through the peephole first.

And the joke was on him; because he did.

Your uninvited guest stood there, snowflakes melting in his golden hair and on his dark navy coat with creamy scarf, cheeks slightly pink, a gorgeous smile on his lips. His eyes crinkled with mischief as he lifted a paper bag like a peace-offering – no doubt consisting of spicy chicken broth, pain meds and flu meds, and treats just to get a foot in the door – a distant sound of a call ended pinging from your phone.

“If that’s your offer, I will take what I can get,” he said with a grin, his eyes already scanning your slouched and messy – and now perfectly tense and apprehensive – form. Oh no. Oh god. Shit. He was about to run for the hills in 3, 2, 1- “That is if you’ll have me. Would you let me take care of you, sweetheart?”

The notes of humour remained on his face, but his voice wavered with vulnerable sincerity, gaze softening.

Your shoulders slumped. Further.

The gorgeous, loveable, stubborn bastard.

Perhaps you were the one who should send a sympathetic pat on the shoulder to the past Bucky Barnes; when it came to pigheadedness, much like in many other qualities or sins, Steve Rogers had simply no competition.

As you sighed and let the man in, his hand instantly reaching for your cheek with tenderness that would make angels weep, the softest press of his lips to your burning forehead, you felt tension melt from your shoulders completely – though not quite the ache – and made peace with the thought of finding real-life Bucky to bond over Steve’s personality in near future.

But before that, you’d snuggle on the couch with your gorgeous, warm, golden-hearted hunk of a boyfriend, getting distracted from a holiday movie by the twinkling Christmas lights, by his presence, by his fingers carding through your hair, his lips pressing to your forehead and the lovely planes of muscles shifting against your body, dozing off to the soothing sound of his breathing, his heartbeat the most comforting lullaby in your ears; and a quiet realization that had your roles been reversed and you had you been told off by small, sickly and endlessly stubborn Steve Rogers, you would fight your way through and held him with love all the same.

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Thank you again for the ask @murdock-and-the-sea and thank you, whoever read this. If you enjoyed, let me know 💕

You can find my other works in my masterlist, should you be interested 😇

HOW DO YOU PEOPLE KEEP THIS GAME ON ACTUALLY JUST 5 LINES, HOW-

[lokilaufeysonslove]

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Steve is completely enamored with you, from the moment he met you, he knew you were someone special.

He loves your confidence and the way you carry yourself, always standing up for what you believe in.

You have a way of bringing out the best in him, even when he's feeling down or unsure of himself.

He loves how passionate you are about your work and how you always put your whole heart into everything you do.

Steve is always in awe of your strength, both physical and emotional. He knows you can handle anything that comes your way.

He admires your intelligence and the way you always seem to have a solution for any problem.

He loves the way you challenge him and make him think, always pushing him to be better.

Steve loves taking care of you, whether it's making you breakfast in bed or just holding you after a long day.

He loves the way you look at him, with so much love and adoration in your eyes.

Steve can't help but smile every time he hears you laugh, it's like music to his ears.

He loves holding your hand and feeling your fingers intertwine with his, it's a comforting and reassuring feeling.

You often call him ‘an old man’ or ‘grandpa’ just to get under his skin.

You bring out his playful side and he loves having fun with you, whether it's silly games or just goofing around.

Steve loves cuddling with you, feeling your warmth and breathing in your scent.

He loves how you always know when he needs a hug or a kiss, and you're always there to give it to him.

He is such a romantic. He loves surprising you with gifts and dinners.

Steve loves it when you wear his clothes, it makes him feel like he's wrapped in your embrace all day.

He can't help but get a little jealous when other people flirt with you, but he knows you will turn them down.

Steve loves it when you talk about your dreams and aspirations, and he'll do anything to help make them come true.

He loves it when you cook for him, even if it's just a simple meal, it always tastes better when you make it.

Steve loves watching you sleep, it's his favorite way to start and end the day.

Steve loves it when you challenge him to a game of pool or darts, even though he always lets you win.

Steve loves it when you read to him, your voice is soothing and he could listen to you for hours.

But most of all, Steve loves you, with every fiber of his being. You are his everything and he can't imagine his life without you.

[loveandfictionforall]

Hey again babes!

Could we get some Steve/fem!reader/Bucky HCs where they're trying to keep their relationship on the down low from the rest of the Avengers, but they're so damn cute and obvious that everyone knew they were going to be a thing before they even knew themselves? Thank ya! 🥰

I kinda changed your request but I still hope you like it! I just went with the flow and I found it this much more hilarious to imagine :D

Steve x Reader x Bucky trying to hide their relationship from everybody

You three were over the moon when it finally became official yesterday night. It took you a long time, after all, in these times people still thought ill about relationships with more than two people. And Steve and Bucky weren't really from this time either, so until you got them to admit, that they had feelings and wanted to try it as a triad was difficult.

It didn't stop those lingering gazes or soft touches.

But Steve, Bucky, and you still decided that they would wait a few months until you would tell the others about your new status.

You seemed to forget that everyone around you was rather perceptive.

What drew them in were those stolen touches, fingers barely touching, secret smiles, and loving sighs.

Steve was worse than Bucky. He tried it really well but the day after his big smile altered everyone around you and something very good happened.

Then to see you bumping against him and Steve holding you at your waist, looking with hearts in his eyes down on you? Yeah, you were totally obvious for every one of them.

And so they began placing bets on how long you would take to finally come out or to notice that they all noticed it already.

It took a lot of beating Thor and Peter up, so they didn't accidentally say something but Natasha had them very well-behaved.

In the end, it was Bruce who spilled the tea on an evening after watching how Steve looked longingly towards you while you placed your legs onto Bucky's lap. "Steve, can you finally go over to them and stop looking like Edward staring at Bella at night? We already know you all are together. Stop behaving like a goddamn teenager."

[16woodsequ]

So this is very random and more or less a 'crack treated seriously' idea but I keep thinking of it every time I listen to the Captain America movie soundtracks.

AU where the serum gives Steve the ability to hear the 'soundtrack' around him. Of course he doesn't tell anyone because it'd make him look like he's crazy but he slowly catches on to what seems to be happening.

He picks up the USO dances really fast

He legendary at knowing when something bad is going to happen because he can hear the boss music

He's unconsciously good at timing his 'heroic' moves and moments since he can hear the pace pick up

He can vibe check someone instantly

Just imagine:

Steve on a mission with the Commandos: *Hydra music starts playing*

Steve: Ah, great we got company

Commandos: ???

Steve in the car with Natasha and Sam: *Winter Soldier track starts playing*

Steve: oh no

Everyone: How do you always get so pumped up for missions?

Steve: *bopping along to the action music*

*Pierce's character gets introduced with concerning undertones in the orchestra*

Steve: I don't like you

Steve in the elevator with the STRIKE team: *ominous music growing*

Steve: sigh

[fictophilianworld]

Steve Rogers headcanons (part 2)

Probably astonished at not having segregation

Nearly dies when he sees women wearing revealing clothes. Especially when Nat/Wanda’s walking around showing cleavage, he’s standing there like “Nuh uh. Zip it up. Put a jacket on.”

When they complain or protest, he automatically goes “Back in my days—“

But immediately stops/ hates himself for it because he feels so old or out of place. It’s jsut yet another reminder of all the things he’ve missed and the time he spent under ice. He tries, he really does. But there are some things that he doesn’t get or makes him uncomfortable.

Loves volunteering at orphanages or similar institutes because they remind him of himself a little

He just wants to spread love 💕

Will interfere 100% if he sees bullying or mugging on the streets

Frequently listens to modern history lectures at unis/ podcasts/ history channels to catch up + look back on the 40s in a different light

Fascinated by social media

Will accidentally post stuff online (ahem, Chris Evans—)

Has very conflicted views about the atomic bomb + Vietman War.

This man straigh up admitted he didn’t want to kill Nazis and that he hates bullies. Imagine what the bomb must’ve looked like to him. yes, it did end the war, but… Probably disgusted by the sheer number of civilians it killed. It’d just end up in him losing faith in international organizations or the government even more LMAO

Similar with Vietnam War. Stopping the Commies from turning the country into a dictatorship/totalitarian society? Sure. But Tet Offensive/ similar civilian massacres? HELL NO

[myladyship]

Alpine considers Steve as the spare human, and she's mad when he hogs Bucky's attention.

[mbruben-stein]

Hello! I love love love your works!

May I request headcanons for:

Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, and Loki

In which the reader (fem or gender neutral) gets hurt to protect them (or the reader got hurt taking a blow which was meant for them), and is dying.

I don't know if you've written this before, and you don't need to rush to write this, if you do write this, thank you so much!

P. S. Your works brighten my day, thank you!!

Avengers reaction to fem s/o getting hurt protecting them/taking a blow for them, and dying in their arms.

Warning: this Mentions Death, and it's sad.

~Peter Parker~

Peter cradled s/o's broken body in his arms, his mind reeling in horror and despair. Just moments ago, they had been fighting side-by-side against the villain's henchmen. But in a cruel twist of fate, s/o had jumped in front of Peter to shield him from a powerful energy blast at the last second. Now she lay dying from catastrophic wounds, her breaths coming in short, pained gasps.

"No, no, no… s/o, stay with me, please," Peter begged, tears streaming down his face as he held her close. His voice cracked with anguish. "Why did you do that? I'm Spider-Man, I have powers, I could have…"

"I had to…" S/o whispered weakly, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. "I couldn't let you die… I love you, Peter."

"I love you too. More than anything. You can't leave me, not like this!" Peter sobbed. His mind raced desperately, trying to think of some way, any way to save her. But deep down, he knew it was too late. Her injuries were too severe.

S/o's eyes fluttered as she struggled to focus on Peter's grief-stricken face one last time. "I'm sorry… Take care of yourself and stay strong… for me…"

With those final words, s/o went limp in Peter's arms, the light fading from her eyes as her spirit left her body. An anguished, inhuman howl of misery tore from Peter's throat. He hugged s/o's lifeless form to his chest, rocking back and forth as he wept uncontrollably.

His beloved s/o, the person he cherished most in this world, had sacrificed herself to save him. Devastation overwhelmed Peter, along with crushing guilt. He should have been faster, should have protected her. What good were his powers if he couldn't even keep the woman he loved safe?

As he knelt there in the wreckage, shattered by grief and loss, Peter silently vowed that s/o's death would not be in vain. He would keep fighting to protect others, no matter the cost. He owed her that much. Even as his heart lay in pieces, he would honor s/o's memory by being the hero she always believed him to be.

~Tony Stark~

Tony cradles s/o's broken body in his arms, the chaos of the battle still raging around them. Her breaths come in short, pained gasps as blood seeps through her torn tactical suit.

"No no no, stay with me baby, stay with me," Tony pleads desperately, voice cracking with emotion. He brushes her hair back from her ashen face with a shaking hand.

S/o weakly reaches up to grasp his hand. "T-Tony…"

"Shh, don't try to talk. Save your strength. I'm gonna get you out of here, you're going to be okay…" But even as the words leave his mouth, Tony knows they ring hollow. Her injuries are too severe.

Tears stream down his face as the horrible realization sinks in - she sacrificed herself to save him. Jumped in front of that blast meant for him without hesitation. And now the woman he loves is dying in his arms because of it.

"I-I had to… c-couldn't let you die…" s/o whispers, life quickly fading from her eyes.

"You shouldn't have done that! Not for me. God, not for me…" Tony's body shakes with sobs, cradling her close. "Please… I can't lose you…"

With the last of her strength, s/o reaches up to touch his face. "I love you…"

Then her hand falls limply to the ground as she breathes her last. Tony lets out an anguished cry, burying his face against her neck as grief consumes him. She's gone. And it's his fault.

The profound guilt, devastation and self-loathing would haunt Tony deeply. Blaming himself for not protecting her, for once again failing someone he loved most. Her death saving his life would weigh heavily on his soul, tormenting him endlessly. The sacrifice of his beloved s/o would break something fundamental inside Tony and leave scars that would never fully heal.

~Natasha Romanoff~

Natasha cradles s/o gently, a look of anguish on her face as she sees the severity of s/o's wounds. "Why did you do that?" she asks softly, her voice trembling slightly. "You shouldn't have…"

S/o manages a weak smile. "I couldn't let you get hurt. Not when I could do something about it." She winces in pain.

Natasha shakes her head, fighting back tears. "You brave, stubborn woman. Always putting others first." Despite the direness of the situation, there's a note of pride and deep affection in Natasha's voice.

She holds s/o closer, stroking her hair soothingly. "Just stay with me, okay? Help is coming. You're going to be alright."

S/o's breathing is growing shallower. "Nat… I need you to know… meeting you, loving you… it's been the best part of my life. You made me so happy…"

A tear slips down Natasha's cheek as she presses her forehead to s/o's. "Don't talk like that. Don't you dare say goodbye," she whispers fiercely. "You're my heart, s/o. I can't do this without you."

"You're the strongest person I know," s/o murmurs. "You'll be okay. I love you so much…" Her eyes flutter closed.

"No, no, no, stay with me!" Natasha pleads desperately. "I love you too. More than anything. I can't lose you!"

She holds s/o tightly as the sound of the medevac approaches, silently praying to anyone who will listen to let her love survive this. In this moment, the Black Widow facade is gone - there is only a woman terrified of losing the most precious thing in her world. All of her walls have crumbled, revealing the deeply vulnerable, human side of her that s/o alone was privileged to know.

It's a poignant, heartwrenching scene, illustrating the depth of love and raw, aching humanity beneath Natasha's guarded exterior. Her s/o means everything to her.

~Steve Rogers~

Steve would be utterly distraught seeing his beloved S/O gravely injured and dying in his arms, especially knowing she sacrificed herself to protect him. As she lay there growing weaker, he would cradle her gently, his blue eyes filled with anguish and glistening with tears he's struggling to hold back.

"Stay with me, please. Don't leave me," he would plead desperately, his normally steady voice breaking. The thought of losing her would be unbearable to him.

Ever the soldier, he would call urgently for medical help, putting pressure on her wound to slow the bleeding, refusing to give up. But he would also take her hand and stroke her face tenderly, wanting her to feel his presence and love in what could be their final moments together.

"You're going to be alright, just hold on," he would say, even as the life fades from her eyes. "I love you so much. I can't do this without you."

As she drew her last breaths, he would hold her close and whisper softly to her. "It's okay. You can rest now. I've got you."

Even if help arrived too late, he would refuse to let her go, rocking her in his arms as sobs overtook his body. The guilt and grief would threaten to consume him. He would forever remember her final act of love and carry it with him always, even as he struggled to imagine a life without her by his side. The woman he loved, his partner and soulmate, gone in an instant… it would shake him to his core and leave him a broken man.

~Loki~

Loki cradles s/o's weakening body in his arms, green eyes wide with shock and anguish as he takes in her grave injury. The chaos of battle fades into the background as his entire focus narrows to the woman he loves, her life force fading by the second.

"No, no, no…" he mutters in disbelief and growing despair. "S/o, why did you do that? Why would you sacrifice yourself for me?" His normally smooth voice cracks with raw emotion.

S/o manages a pained smile up at him, raising a trembling hand to caress his pale cheek. "Because I love you, Loki. I couldn't bear to see you hurt."

Loki shakes his head, tears welling in his eyes and spilling down his face. "You foolish, beautiful, brave woman. I never deserved your love, your loyalty." He pulls her closer, burying his face in her hair.

"I'd make the same choice again," s/o whispers. "I regret nothing… except leaving you." Her breathing grows shallower, more labored.

"Don't you dare leave me!" Loki commands desperately, his slender frame shaking with repressed sobs. "Stay with me, love. I can heal you, I can fix this!" His hands glow with seidr as he frantically tries to knit her grievous wounds back together.

But the damage is too extensive. s/o weakly grips his wrist, stilling his movements. "No, my darling. We both know… it's too late for me."

"You can't go," Loki pleads brokenly, his heart shattering. "I need you. I've lost so much already…"

With the last of her waning strength, s/o pulls his head down and presses a tender kiss to his lips. "I'll always be with you, Loki. In your memories, in your heart." Her voice is fading, her skin growing cold. "Promise me…you'll keep living. Keep fighting for good."

"I promise," Loki chokes out. "I love you, s/o. More than anything."

She smiles serenely as the light leaves her eyes. "And I love you…always."

S/o goes limp in his arms, and Loki unleashes an anguished, grief-stricken scream, his magic exploding out of him in uncontrolled waves. The battle turns in his favor as he cuts down enemies in a berserk rage, tears streaming down his face.

When the last foe falls, Loki collapses beside s/o's body, gathering her into his arms once more as he weeps, desolate and heartbroken without her. He knows he'll have to find a way to carry on, to honor her memory and sacrifice. But for now, all he can do is grieve the loss of his soulmate and vow vengeance on those responsible.

[stargirlfics]

CHRIS EVANS + CHARACTERS BLURB LIST

18+ WARNING! smut, fluff, hurt/comfort

read from my cevans and characters fanfics here

updated: 8/19

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Under Moonlight: Werewolf!Chris Evans blurb

Sloppy blowjob sesh

Chris + overstimulation

Chris gets handsy with you after a couple beers + voice kink

Pushing it in real slow ;)

Big Mean Daddy!Chris blurbs (daddy kink warning)

Daddy!Chris x Little!Reader blurbs (ddlg warning)

DBF!Chris vs BFD!Chris thots

STEVE ROGERS

Pacifier Blues: Daddy!Steve helps you find your missing paci! (ddlg warning)

Give In: Nomad Steve gets you to fall into littlespace when you’re fighting it (ddlg warning)

ANDY BARBER

Hearing Andy yell and being turned on by it

Pain kink smut

Andy fucking you while you look down at where your bodies are connected

What it’s like when Andy is the one watching

Special Treatment: Andy treats you to nice things on your birthday

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

✰ breakfast with the avengers, as a teenage avenger!! (headcanons)

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

wordcount: 979

characters: a lot LMAO a few main ones are clint barton, scott lang, miles morales, harley keener, the reader, steve rogers, and tony stark.

a/n: just to make it clear, for the “teenage avenger” series, i have a core group of “teenage avengers”. this includes the reader, peter parker, harley keener, and miles morales :) also requests are open! lmk if you want a scenario or headcanons! can include the reader or not!!

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the avengers might be the busiest people in the world.

however, they always make time at least once a month to have breakfast together at the compound.

it was steve’s idea (of course!!) but when he mentioned it for the first time, everyone quickly got on board.

pietro was so excited that he sped over to the cupboards, talking incoherently about chocolate chip pancakes.

however, he soon came back (in less than a second, ofc) with a sad face.

turns out, you all had an issue on your hands. 

there was no pancake mix, no bacon, no eggs, no fruit, no nothing!

ok, he was being dramatic. there was some food, but certainly not enough to feed ALL the avengers.

tony volunteered the ���kids” ( you, harley, peter, and miles ) to go to the store.

clint decided he wanted to go too, and then scott decided to join at the last minute.

so the six of you piled into the car.

scott drove (regrettably -- the man has some issues with attention), you got shotgun, and peter, harley, miles and clint were all in the back.

now, you may be wondering why clint was in the back and not the front, because he seems to be a responsible adult in this situation.

well, first of all, have you met clint barton? do you even know what he’s like? 

second of all, the avengers have a very strict “you call it, you get it” policy when it comes to the car.

this happened when thor “accidentally” stepped on scott’s foot so that he could get in the front seat.

anyways scott definitely plays cheery 70s music in the car.

he turns it up super loud and sings along (very off key)

every single time that man stops at a stoplight he turns around with an eager look on his face. harley is usually on his phone, but peter and miles try to give him a smile.

clint’s just flipping him off :) 

so once y'all get to the store, it's time to get serious.

well, in harley, peter, miles, and your eyes.

for clint and scott? debatable.

as you're all getting the cart, somehow clint and scott slip away.

and then you hear it.

" y/n !!! y/n !!! "

you turn at the mention of your name to see clint barton, that silly little guy, holding six lightsabers in his hands.

how he got six of them in like less than a minute is a great question.

and yet, it's the coolest thing you've seen all week.

immediately, the whole trip is overtaken by all of you chatting about how to use the lightsabers.

some ideas include; scaring tony by calling him into a dark room where you all turn them on at the same time, scaring steve by calling him into a dark room where you all turn them on at the same time, scaring sam by calling him into a dark room where you all turn them on at the same time...

ok maybe they were kind of unoriginal.

you decided that you would consult sam + bucky (the prank masters ofc) later to get some advice.

anyways you bought so much stuff.

like there were literally three carts of food.

on the way home, clint had to ride in the trunk LMAO

btw the compound is so cool and high tech that once you pull the car into the garage and open the trunk, there’s this little robot that sorts everything out and then puts it in tubes that take it to the pantries and fridges. 

it’s very convenient because it would’ve taken you all like fifteen trips, even with super strength or whatever 

so now you’re finally back up in the kitchen

and pietro keeps telling you all how hungry he is

wanda tells him to stop and literally makes a forcefield with her magic so he can't interrupt y'all LMAO

now you're actually good at cooking.

im gonna go ahead and say you, sam, and wanda are the best cooks in the compound.

happy is actually good too, he just never wants to HAHA

but you made a deal with him that you wouldn't bother him for three days if he helped you so he's in the kitchen now.

he even wore this super cheesy "kiss the cook" apron that tony got him for christmas once

AND a chef hat.

anyways so y'all have to make a LOT of food.

i mean the avengers are the avengers, they get really hungry.

so originally miles & peter & harley wanted to help you, but then peter somehow cut his finger plugging in the waffle iron? so you just put him in charge of music.

and then harley kept accidentally knocking the pancake mix everywhere.

so then sam made him stand by him and watch him cook.

miles was good though, he has skills.

you had to make pancakes AND waffles, because nobody could come up with what was best.

once when you were on winter break, you tried to have a final competition on whether pancakes or waffles were better.

just as pancakes were in the lead, dr strange came in and said waffles were the best.

so now you always have to make both.

you enlisted steve to help bring everything to the table.

he's really good at balancing like six or seven plates at a time.

scott was ready to help too, but you just made him set the table instead because otherwise he was gonna get hurt.

once everything was done and on the table, you all sat down.

but then just as you were ready, the lights went out.

and that kind of freaked you out, because i mean, yeah.

AND THEN YOU SAW A SINGLE LIGHTSABER TURN ON.

so you turned the lights back on and yelled at clint for scaring you.

and then you all ate together :)

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[lovely-lady-lumps]

Headcanons: How's their cooking?

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, Loki

A/N: My first headcanon so I apologize if it's bad or doesn't make sense. Kind feedback is welcome.

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Tony Stark: Not very good. Given the fact he wasn't really raised by his parents and his robots do mostly everything for him, he never really learned how to cook. He does try for you but he mostly sticks to the classics. Grilled cheese and macaroni are his go to. Basically, if he was left to his own devices, he would eat like a child.

Steve Rogers: He's actually pretty decent. He never really cooked before the ice, first because he was too sickly and then because he was fed MREs. But after coming out of said ice and having a lot of time on his hands to relearn the world, he figured trying out simple recipes would come in handy.

Bucky Barnes: Amazing, his cooking is something you look forward to. He loves to cook because it reminds him of a life before HYDRA, when he would cook for a sick Steve. He's even better now because with all the new technology and access to more exotic foods, he's always trying new things.

Peter Parker: Almost the same as Tony, just slightly more advanced. When he was living with aunt May, she always ordered take out or they ate something simple. Now, in his own apartment, he lives off of cup ramen and easy spaghetti that will last him a few days. Don't expect him to really try cooking either, it'll just end up like aunt May's meatloaf.

Loki: Absolutely terrible. This man never had to cook for himself on Asgard. If he was hungry, food was either brought to him or he conjured something on his own. Or stole. But after falling in love with you he at least tried, and even if it ended in fire, it meant a lot to you.

[allthosepeopleilovetofangirlover]

DATING MARVEL CHARACTERS HEADCANONS

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Thor

Loki

Peter Parker

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Stephen Strange

[anika-ann]

Imaginary fic game:

Steve Rogers + Common Knowledge

Oh Stella dear 💕 Thank you for taking part in this ask game! 

I do not know what I was thinking, starting an ask game that requires short-form fics 😂 ah well. Apologies 🤭

Common Knowledge

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Type: blurb, speckles of angst with fluff WC: 330 words shhh, shhhh, shhhhhhhhhhhh, don’t say it- Warnings: brief angst, references to dark/painful past, Steve being the best kind of menace

Your lips remain parted in shock, still tingling, every nerve-ending as if electrified as you slowly open your eyes to the stunned silence; yours and the gaping journalist’s, the sudden onslaught of flashes of cameras nearly blinding you, a wave of hushed and shouted questions.

And in the midst of chaos, Steve’s grounding touch; determination written all over his face in the softest ink of affection and righteous anger.

That man had no right to ask, no matter his occupation, because your past, the frostbite of your cold cold past, was never meant to be a common knowledge. He was not supposed to ask, not in the way that told both you and Steve that he had already learned too much and dug too deep, the scrape of the rusty knife at your gut at the merely speaking the words chipping of a piece of you and leaving sharp empty ache behind.

Enter Steve; your love, your partner, your knight with a shining shield. Your hero sweeping in with the best diversion – and the sweetest one too.

Your past was never meant to be a common knowledge, but neither was your relationship. Not yet; but the bold move has already bore its fruit. The uncomfortably intimate question about years of your life you’d rather forget was now but a feeble echo drowned in the roaring ocean of questions about the America’s Goden Boy’s love life.

And yet, for your eyes only, a flicker of doubt appeared in Steve’s deep blues; an apology, a plea to understand his well-thought impulsive decision, made without you. A drop of doubt.

So you grin, the insistent flashes of cameras fading away, your slightly trembling hands cupping the face of the man so beautiful inside and out it has left you breathless more than once; you grin and you kiss him again with vigour, leaving the ice – the irony – of your past days behind, fully focused on your future between cradled in your palms, held firmly in your own hands. 

Somewhere in the background, the Avengers' publicist groans in 'working overtime'.

...

So. This… this is five paragraphs, right? I am not going to try to convince you it’s five lines, but it’s clearly only five paragraphs. Agreed? Good. See, not even five hundred words, because I have some restraint ✨ Thank you for reading and potential feedback!

You can find my other works in my masterlist, should you be interested 😇

Divider by @firefly-graphics.

[bowieandqueen11]

Steve Rogers SFW Alphabet, A-M

Request: Oooh can I also request a SFW headcanon A-M with Steve Rogers pls?

Of course my lovely, here you go! <3 If anyone would like the second half do let me know!

(I do not own Captain America or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @askthesuperhusbands. SFW Alphabet template credit goes to @keylimedie.)

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

HUGS!! SO. MANY. HUGS. Steve has lost a lot in his life: his parents, his best friend, and even his own time and prior life, so he grips onto you at every opportunity he can get for two main reasons. One: to close his eyes, dip his head into your neck and breathe in your scent, reminding himself that you're real. He hasn't lost you, and neither are you some kind of ethereal dream, or a HYDRA cruel illusion. Secondly: he's afraid that if his strong arms aren't around your waist, tucking you into his pecs until your palms are resting gingerly against them, that somehow the universe will find a way to take away the one thing he cares about most in the world.

He's definitely a kissy man as well. Not huge, PDA, sweeping you off your feet kind of kisses, because he has some of that residue nervousness from before the serum, when he was just an overlooked kid trying his best to fight for a scrap of any prestige. His kisses are far sweeter: he often leans down before he has to leave the Avengers Tower for a mission, a shy smile shining from his radiant face as he slowly pecks your lips. He's embarrassed when he's found out for it, but sometimes he adds an extra little nose rub against your own before he fully pulls away.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Steve Rogers is both the best and absolute best friend to have. I mean, like Bucky, the three of you all became friends in the 1930's, when you run over to help Buck fend off a bunch of bullies from a very irritated looking Steve. When you had given Steve your hand to pull him back onto his feet, at first he seemed to be holding his fingers to his side and wincing at the way his ribs hurt with each tug. When he finally looked up, though, and saw you... man, he still gives you that star-struck, mouth agape stare now as he did back then.

Although you have to spend half your time running down alleyways with Buck, trying to find Steve and stop him from bloodying up his nose too bad, and then a quarter of your time on top of that trying to drag the surprisingly headstrong man back into bed after his asthma attacks, the remaining time spent with Steve is incredible. A lot of time is spent out in diners, Steve pretending he isn't blushing on the stool next to you as you slide your milkshake across the counter and trying to get him to share your straw. Or, you persuade him to try the dance halls: at first he's terrified, his hand shaking on your waist and ducking his head down against your chest as his second left foot stamps against your own. Eventually, the ongoers and swing band whirls past like sparks of fireworks as you and Steve come to an agreement: he'll stand on your feet and grip tightly onto your hand as you trot the two of you about. He's laughing so much against your chin, that soon his fingers are clenched so tightly against your palm that he feels like they're burning once he shakes them out.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This man is the ultimate cuddler. It comes from multiple, cold, New York nights, where he and Buck could barely afford the rent, and had to spend the night curled up together under his mother's old, mildew stained couch cushions. He knows how to tuck up into a person, which is why it's so sweet that often times in bed he'll try to tuck himself up to your front, curling up like a hedgehog despite his larger stature now. If your arms get tired from holding itself over and around his bicep though, he immediately can tell, and immediately feels really bad. He's getting a lot more accustomed to being the big spoon, feeling a sense of pride at the exhale of pure peace you give when you feel his knees knock up behind your own. Once his hard chin bumps against the top of your head, and you can feel his fluttering heartbeat rest right against your spine, you're able to fall into the most deep, peaceful sleep you've had in a long time.

D = Darling  (Pet names)

'Doll' is definitely his go to, mainly out of habit. Sam tried to trick him a couple of times into trying to call you some really cheesy nicknames from like the 90s like 'my boo', but he still sometimes calls you it to tease you after he saw how hard you laughed at his stuttering pronunciation. Bless his heart.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Since you're literally the love of Steve's life - his soulmate, it would take something insurmountable to make Steve break up with you. Even being apart for missions makes his whole body feel like it was going to collapse in on itself. He was that twenty three year old again, ducking back from enemy fire and taking a respite to pull the crinkled photograph of you out of his pocket. He'd carried it with him, even tucked into his suit when he fell into the ice, and something about rubbing his thumb over the curve of your smiling, black and white cheek manages to stifle the ferocious burn of yearning that smoulders in his stomach.

Therefore, if he were to break up with you, he would only do it if he had no other choice. Perhaps he had to leave, go incognito, was sent out on a mission he knew he wouldn't come back from. He knows you. He knows you can take care of yourself. You know that you could bounce back from this. But if you were in danger because of him... if he lost you, because of his selfishness to keep you by his side at all times, he would never be able to forgive himself. He's spent a lot of nights crying silently in bed at the thought, but he knows deep down it's the right thing to do if the situation arises.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Oh my god, Steve wanted to marry you from the first moment his eyes glanced over your ethereal form. It started to get on Bucky's nerves, how often he would state it; when they were waiting by the railings at Cony Island for you to get to the top of the cotton candy queue, Steve had his hands stuck into his pockets, tenderly stroking at the fringes of his suspenders, as he put all his energy into smiling over at you. 'I'm going to marry Y/n one day, ya know?' Buck would just shake his head and slap Steve's back, but even he couldn't fault how perfect the two of you were for each other.

Or when the three of you were curled up underneath Steve's battered sofa cushions, a scratchy blanket the only thing keeping you warm as you huddled on the icy floor one unsympathetic New York night. You were tight as a bug in the middle, Buck's legs pulled up against your back, and Steve curled up facing you on your left. When he thought you were asleep, you felt the blanket rustle a little before the feel of his slight pointer finger suddenly graced the curve of your jaw: it was quick and slight, like the wings of a dragonfly dancing over the ripples of a pond so deep and enticing, that they can't help but want to drown. 'I swear, I'm going to marry you someday. You'll the only person I'll ever love, Y/n', he whispered into the dim cracked light flooding through the slants of the apartment's blinds, wistfully sighing at the lack of reply. You were too shell shocked to move, willing your eyes to remain shut when he carefully reached forwards and pressed the full extent of his shaking palm against the open side of your face.

Yeah, let's just say that when he proposes in Avengers Tower, you're not nearly as surprised as he is when you say yes. The two of you are weeping and grinning an equal amount as he grabs onto your waist and spins you in his arms, though.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

This man is incredibly soft. He's always there for you emotionally always. He seems to have a sixth sense for whenever something is off with you, and before you can even groan in frustration he's intertwined your fingers and is dragging you into one of the empty rooms in the Tower. He doesn't want to scare you, or make you feel as if you have to talk to him though, so he sits at the board room table next to you and just... places your hands on his knees. That's it. He just massages the edges of your fingers, and looks at you with that look: that knowing, one eyebrow raised look, as if he's saying 'I know you. I know you better than I know myself. And I'll wait forever, do whatever, to make sure you're alright again.' The look of sheer love in the bottle blue depths is enough to make your bottom lip wobble, and it doesn't take long for your frustrations with Tony to come spilling out.

Although he's super gentle, he does immediately get... not angry, but annoyed? He's the sort of guy that wants to sort out the situation for you, no matter what it is or how dangerous. It's like when it comes to you, something switches in his brain. His face falls into a stern line, the muscle in his jaw twitching, and you have to desperately pull him back by the bicep to stop him going out and getting himself hurt.

He's super gentle physically as well, but it's all the more evident when the two of you are out on a mission and he hasn't heard from you over the walkie talkie for a while. His heart hammers a million miles per minute as he runs through the navel base, peering like a man possessed down each corridor, and throwing desks out of the way as he hunts for you. When you finally bump into him on Deck 3, confused as to why he was so worried as you had only lost radio contact around fifteen minutes ago, you barely have time to register the look of pure fear on his face before he's wrapped you in his arms. It's as if he's holding onto a baby bird, the way his hands tremble as they spread over your lower back and tuck you against his chin. You have to reassure him you're alright, and pretend for his sake that you don't feel the wet splash of lone tears he was unable to hold back on the top of your head.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

As I said under the last point, bro does Steve give good hugs dear lordie lord. Have you seen this man??

Before the serum, Steve wasn't much of a huggy guy, mainly because he was too embarrassed about his feelings to show them so evidently and implicitly. You might have got the old half-shoulder press when you left him back at this door after a day spent out at the park, but that would have been about it.

Post serum Steve cannot keep his hands off you. Although I don't feel like he's one for massive amounts of PDA in front of the other Avengers, mainly because he's fed up of getting teased all the time by Tony for it, it's much more recurrent in private. He hugs you every morning in bed: before you've even managed to blink your eyes fully open, Steve's shuffled under the covers and over towards your back. His lips are puffed: warm and languid as they slide kisses down the back of your shoulder blade, his arm strong and tight as it winds around your waist. 'Good morning', he murmurs as his bottom lip wipes delicately over the back of your neck, smiling to himself as you groan and shove yourself back against his touch.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Steve's told you he loves you a lot, but mainly when he thinks you're asleep or otherwise are too preoccupied to hear him. He's whispered it to you during sleepovers since you were both seven years old: he's murmured it to the breeze when you jump up from picnics in Central Park and wave him off, running back home before your mother realises you've been gone so long. He states it plainly into the night, when he's restless and alone in his apartment, with only his chipping ceiling keeping his pining mind company.

The first time he told you properly, though, was right before he fell into the ice. It was the last thing, as far as you thought, that he had ever said to you. He had promised to take you dancing again, now that he didn't have two left feet, and that he would meet you at six o'clock next week in your favourite spot by old Mrs McGee's Diner on 10th street. Before the radio had fizzled out into the deafening sound of silence, the words he had stated, so candid and forthright, as if they were the truest words in the world, had stabbed your heart with each whirring crackle. 'I love you, Y/n. I always have. I always will. I'm sorry I couldn't give you more.'

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I do have to say, poor Stevey does get jealous. In the back of his head, when he sees you talking and laughing during group hangouts with Thor, he reverts back to that skinny version of himself, who spent all day every day watching Bucky introduce new guys to you. He can't help the way that same overwhelming feeling of jealousy bubbles up from his gut and moves his limbs before he even realises, but he's quick to come stand by your side.

He's polite though, adding quips and bits to the conversation, but making it obvious to the both of you that he's there to just survey the scene. To calm down his nerves, even though he trusts you wholeheartedly. His eyes will keep flicking down to your eyes, then your nose, then your lips, and although he'll try to keep some self restraint and stop his arm from reaching out to latch on to you, if you're talking to someone he doesn't know he's less likely to be able to control himself.

Be ready to be lifted up and shoved up against the elevator wall before it's even completely closed on the Gala. Steve's shoved your thighs apart and hefted them up in the air so he can stand between your legs, his lips bruising as he kisses the side of your mouth, his hands simultaneously reaching up to undo the buttons of your dress shirt. He can't help it. He needs to show you how much he adores you.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

They range from soft and sweet to hot and heavy. They're more, let's say polite in public. Say the two of you wander into the Avenger's kitchens at the same time, and as an act of fondness he'll reach for the coffee tin past your side while also leaning his head down to peck your lips. Just sweet little reminders through the day that he loves you.

Some are more languid and wistful though. When the two of you discovered that the Winter Soldier was really Bucky?? Steve was nearly inconsolable, despite how strong a façade he tried to put up for Natasha. The kisses that night are far more fervent, as you walk into Sam's spare bedroom to find Steve hasn't even taken his jacket off yet. He's just sitting on the edge of the mattress, a ten yard stare straight down at the floor as he clenches and wrangles his hands together. You have to come between his legs carefully, trying your best not to disturb him too much, before cupping his cheeks between your hands. You press soft little kisses around the tip of his nose, his eyes falling shut heavily, the weight of the world on his shoulders. It surprises you to find that he's the one to part his reddened lips, still raw from crying, and grabs a hold onto your bottom lip.

He loves to kiss the corner of your mouth, mainly because 1) he's spent pretty much every day of his childhood staring at your lips and daydreaming about the way they'd feel against yours, but 2) he still feels to shy, as if he doesn't deserve to actually be able to kiss you.

As for himself, he loves it when you kiss his forehead. It was a little idiosyncrasy the two of you had - when you were younger, the first time Steve had gotten beaten up, you had smuggled him back into your house and plopped him down on your father's favourite arm chair, right by the living room window. He was awestruck as you ran into the kitchen, amazed at the way you had absolutely no fear as you stole a bottle of your parents Vodka, and gathered some gauze from underneath the kitchen sink. He had been too stock still, too nervous to move as you tried to tidy up the cuts around his eyebrow as best as you could, but he had made this embarrassing little squeak when you had leant down to kiss the top of your forehead once you were finished.

Because you found it so sweet, how bashfully he had pulled his woollen jumper over his eyes and tried to bury himself down into the cushion, absolutely mortified, you did it again. And again. Until it was a little check in between the two of you: a kiss on the forehead to let each other know you were alright. It makes him feel safe, and still makes his heart thunder in his chest the way it did the first time.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I feel like Steve probably wouldn't be too keen to have children, mainly because of how dangerous and uncertain your lifestyles are. He's a pretty good uncle though! When Cassie was younger, and Scott had been invited round to the Avengers Tower by Tony to get the low down on him, you had opened the door to the main area to find Steve had joined in on their little tour. He had plopped Cassie on his shoulders, and was more than happy to spend the day telling her about all the goings on with the Avengers, and listening to her gossip about what her friends had been up to in school.

He's kind, and gentle around children, but doesn't particularly want them himself. Some part of him still worries that he'll pass on all the childhood illnesses he had, and he doesn't want to put another human being through the pain of that.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings usually go two ways.

As I said before, he cuddles up against your back and leaves soft hickeys against your back until J.A.R.V.I.S. politely asks the two of you to stop,

He drags you out of bed at the crack of dawn and makes you go for runs with Sam. He loves having that time to be able to catch up with his friend, but also finds it too much fun turning the early workout into a competition with you. If the two of you aren't shoving into each other, playfully pushing each other with your arms in your attempt to get back to the Washington Monument first, than all can be heard is your joint giggles as you team up to do laps around Sam and annoy the heck out of him.

Either way, his perfect morning always involves you.

[dameronology]

Head canon

Steve rogers with a SO who is social awkward but is clingy, love hugs, cuddles and PDA

Please 😅 have a nice day 😊

i hope u have a lovely day too!!

steve is a charmer. outside of his performative captain america politeness, he is just outgoing and easy to get on with, which is probably why you instantly clicked when you first met

still, he was surprised about you behind closes - the fact you were so openly physical with him and unafraid to show affection was really refreshing

steve is a big toucher as well. well, big on small touches. he likes to have a hand on the small of your back, or an arm around you when you're watching t.v., or a hand resting on your hip when you're asleep beside him.

so he's always willing to give it back

he can deal with clinginess too. if anything, he prefers that over distance. all day, he has to keep up his stoic cap facade and it gets tiring. everyone can be so cold, so demanding, so plainly unemotional about all the shit they deal with at work.

so to come home to someone who is so open about their love for him, who wants to stay by his side? he's here for that shit.

and tbh, don't think he won't be clingy in return. the man will be texting you all day, sending you stupid emojis, instagram reels that remind you of him and even memes (once he works out what they are. he's only just gotten caught up with vine)

he'll literally be smiling under the table in meetings at his phone because he saw a cat on twitter that reminded him of you

as for the hugs things, ones from steve are unmatched. he's tall enough to rest his head on top of yours, and he'll wrap his arms around you and hold you tight against his torso. it's warm and all you can smell is his aftershave and him and you could stay there forever.

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Pet Names Pt 1

Summary: Characters from my Marvel Masterlist & what I think their favorite pet name(s) for Reader would be: (their names are linked to their individual Masterlists) 

[yesssss King you throw your arm back into socket all hot & shit]

Bucky Barnes: Bro, I am a sucker for Bucky using Doll. I also think he’d be a Darlin’ typa guy. 

[yuh get it I guess]

Steve Rogers: Steve definitely uses Honey, no doubt. He could also be a Darlin’ guy. 

[lookit himmmmmmmmmm, him so happy]

Thor Odinson: Man is regal as fuck & uses My Queen just to make you flustered. He also will use My Love/Love. 

[sir yes sir, ain't gotta tell me twice]

Loki Laufeyson/Odinson: 100% a Darling & Love kinda guy.  

[I'd like to see you... nevermind.... I needa stop]

Pietro Maximoff: Draga (dear in Serbian) is in first place. Close second is Sweetheart. 

[if you know my work then you knew this was gonna be his gif, don't even cap]

Clint Barton: He’s giving pumpkin or cupcake or some other silly/sweet pet name. However, Babe is also common. 

[the amount of times I do this on the daily... I stg]

Peter Quill: Definitely uses Babe/Baby. I can also see him using Starlight or something else space themed as like a special behind closed doors name. 

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