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[battleshipping]

[and the really nsfw ones: 1. 2. ]

you know who fell asleep super early last night? it's me, i'm that person

[jinete]

( there's really no way to stop the fact that sometimes he has to walk into a portal and disappear for awhile. it's not that different from what she does, taking off in her government given jets or buses or whatever it's called and flying off to try and save the world. it's how things work, it's how their lives are and it can't be helped.

this time, he's back before she is. he tries to call her but she doesn't answer which means she's probably in the process of separating someone's head from their body. their own fault for pissing her off, he's sure.

robbie sends her a quick message that she'll see whenever she turns her phone back on (unless it ends up crushed to bits) and let's gabe go out with friends. gabe looks at him knowingly, robbie throws a sandwich at him, and ends up having to clean it up when gabe's gone.

he doesn't even know if daisy has a home that isn't shield headquarters and robbie sure as shit isn't going to go there and wait for her. there's something uncomfortable about knowing cameras are constantly on you. makes relaxing hard. makes a lot of things hard.

(not like that, unfortunately).

she knows where his house is and if she wants to see him, she'll come over. if not, then he'll eat cold pizza and go to sleep. )

you know who NEVER GOT THIS? NOTIF?? HHHHHHH im gonna backhand dw so hard

[battleshipping]

[truth is, some missions are easier and some are harder to swallow and harder to mentally distance herself from. it comes with not having swallowed every line in the shield manual, she's pretty sure, that at the end of the day daisy retains enough humanity that she needs a shower and a hug.

the other truth is that she's taught herself better than to need either from people, because people - boyfriends in general - tended to disappoint her. and yet, in this she remains an idiot, because she can't stop being hopeful when it comes to people, too.

the bottom line is, she knows that she has a few people that she can trust and count on. the bottom line is, only one of them makes her short of breath and giddy like a fucking dumbass.

predictably when she turns her phone on (once the quinjet lands and she's had a shower and she's taken care of reports, and and and) and finds his message there, a knot in her throat that she hadn't even noticed before releases. he's good, he's back and safe.

the reply is short: hell yes she want to see him, and it'll take her a bit but she'll drop by.

she has to pull some strings to get dropped off (literally, she jumps off a plane, albeit with a parachute, to get to his place) she does make an entrance.

namely, knocks, and shouts:] LUCY!

[jinete]

( wow. he's glad that he doesn't have neighbors because he'd sure they'd be peering out their windows at the woman at his door, making noise like some teenager. she's lucky that robbie likes it and wouldn't give a shit if his neighbors did get an eyeful.

honestly, daisy would probably give them a show if she knew she were being watched because she does like making his life hard.

he makes her wait only a few seconds before he pulls open the door. if she's hollering like that, he thinks she's fine but that doesn't stop him from looking her over to make sure. )

You gonna stand out there all night and make noise or what?

( hopefully it's the or what. that's what he'd prefer. )

[battleshipping]

[she grins at first sight, and adds the final quote,] I'm hooome. [in a smaller voice, before taking a step forward.

by the time he's done asking the 'or what', she's pushed him back into the house, and has found the perfect spot to grab onto his shirt to pull him down for a kiss.

it has been a while. too long of a while.]

How's that? Does it answer your question?

[jinete]

( well hey, she gets points for at least waiting until she was inside his house before kissing him. he'll give her that. he manages to kick the door closed while he kisses her, stepping back to pull her inside a little further.

his eyes are still closed when she pulls away from him to ask a question. he blinks away the fuzz and then runs his tongue along his lips. )

Guess it's an or what kind of night.

( good. that's what he was hoping for. )

[battleshipping]

[nice - and also, she follows that motion intently, glancing up at him when he speaks. distracted by robbie's mouth? not her - no, she's fully professional here.]

Yeah, pretty much the plan. A lot of or whatting. The kind of or whatting that makes it very clear that I've missed you.

[foolishly, the last bit of that line comes out soft and tentative, because what if it's too much brutal honesty and emotional vulnerability?]

[jinete]

You're a sap.

( but as he says the words, he reaches to bring her closer to him, pressing a kiss against her forehead because hey, he's a sap too. and he missed her too. )

Have a good time?

( she's not bleeding or limping or holding her guts inside her body like he's seen her do so he's taking that as a good sign. )

[battleshipping]

[she lets out a soft little sound at the forehead kiss, planning to accuse him of being an ultimate sap, but he asks that, and what comes out is a choked laugh.]

Ha - no. Not at all. Was gruesome, don't wanna think about it. [she pulls back to look at him, quiet for a moment.]

You wanna take my mind off how shity the world can be?

pietro schmietro //

[battleshipping]

[like she said, it takes her a while to get to the tower where avengers reside, and even though she's coming over with a purpose, she still makes nice with the people who happen to be in the way between her and the "purpose".

bless him, but it's hard to cut captain america off with hey, nice to see you again and all, but i have a date with pietro's face and am really horny so let's catch up later. so she ends up spending fifteen whole minutes talking about recent SHIELD missions and how the inhuman project is going, and what kind of international incidents were resolved by daisy's team lately, as well as actually setting up a day for an official catch-up meeting, before daisy has the courage to make a dumb excuse and leave.

thankfully, the a.i. that start installed in the tower doesn't hate her anymore, so she takes the lift up to the private quarters with relative ease, and thankfully nobody else there to see her come in for a booty call.

finally, she reaches pietro's door, and knocks.]

Open up, it's the pizza delivery boy, I got your extra sausage. [she pulls a face at her own terrible joke.]

Hey if Cap asks, I came here to spar with you, yeah?

[incitatio]

Great, you've sentenced me to a conversation with Captain America.

( that's what pietro says as he pulls open the door, standing there to look her over, amused. steve rogers isn't really that bad but he doesn't want to talk to him for any lengthy period of time. he'll leave that to his sister.

she's better at it.

after a moment of pretending to be offended, pietro steps aside so she can come in and closes the door after her. his room isn't huge but there's a bed, there's a chair and his clothes are haphazardly tossed into the closet. )

I should send you away just for that.

[battleshipping]

[she walks in, taking her jacket off very casually, like someone who didn't just drop by under the initial promise of sitting on his face. honestly, she wouldn't be surprised or offended if it doesn't get to that point. she just really wants to come, without having to delve deep into the why of it all.

the truth is, pietro's levels of interest in feelings are what the doc ordered. not that simmons would order anything like this.]

Ugh - can't you just threaten to spank me for it instead? I made it this far.

[incitatio]

Oh, now you want to be spanked? You are going to make me make quite the effort to satisfy you, aren't you?

( pietro rolls his eyes before he brushes past her on the way to his bed. he sits on the edge, giving her a look before he leans back on his hands. )

I will spank you next time when you call me and decided that you require my services.

[battleshipping]

[one eyebrow goes up.] I'll call you for your services again, if the first time lives up to all your boasting, how's that?

[translation: are we gonna stand here and gab, or are we going to fuck?]

[incitatio]

Are you going to come in and stop talking or what?

( if she wants things to progress, she's going to have to stop bantering with him. he can't help but respond, it's in his nature. )

I'll gladly get down on my knees but you're going to need to shut up and enjoy this.

[battleshipping]

[what, he thinks it's easy for her to stay quiet and not be a smartass? he needs to stop making it so easy for a sass back.

she rolls her eyes and walks over, bringing one knee up on the bed at his side, and straddling his lap bracketting his hips with her other knee.

the smart mouth is part bravado part nerves. if she deflects real good, he won't see that she's unsure of this being a good idea. actually, no - she knows it is, she's just not sure how much she cares about it being a bad idea.]

Since you asked so politely... [he better be good at making out, because she requires some degree of kissing before she makes him kneel.]

[incitatio]

( pietro doesn't mind kissing at all. he's actually pretty damn fond of it so when she comes over to rest against his lap, he reaches for her face and brings her face down to his, pressing his lips to hers so he can kiss her.

he's not in a huge rush to get her naked and get his mouth on her so they can make out, get her turned on, get him turned on, until she's ready to get herself naked. )

a golden retriever god if you have any

[asofwar]

[asgarded]

( it's not the first time his back has hit the mat nor is it the first time that he's laughed when it's happened. he's not letting her win but he's not going full strength either. if he does that, then this won't be any kind of challenge and that's how one learns, isn't it? by fighting an opponent you were evenly matched with.

she is good and she knows it. there's sweat dotting his hair and he stretches as he lays on the mat, feeling an ache in his muscles that he welcomes. she stands above him, wearing a smirk and he waves a hand at her. )

Uncle. ( was that the correct slang? he thinks it is. he's been practicing. ) I am an old man. You must have mercy on me or I won't be able to be a good leader.

( it was pretty comfortable on this mat. there's no one else here, the quiet a welcome balm to the oftentimes hectic nature of asgard. he finds that he likes it. )

[asofwar]

There is no uncle around, old man. [thor might know the correct slang, but sif hasn't bothered with it. these things tend to change every few years, and she is too old - centuries too old - to care to keep up anymore.


she crouches next to him, to behold him flipped onto his back, sweaty and worn out, and buries the flash of want deep, where it belongs. smirks at him instead.]

Going soft on me, are you? [she rolls her eyes and holds a hand out, ready to pull him up to his feet. they're sparring here - sure, he's not putting his powers into it, and mjolnir is leant agains the wall, and she's not using any glaive or even a measley dagger - but there's no reason to slack off.]

[asgarded]

You're right, I am old. I'm very old and you should respect your elders.

( thor reaches up, grabbing her hand and with a very quick smirk, he pulls her down, using his superior strength to make sure she ends up either on the mat or...on top of him.

he hadn't been planning on pulling her down on top of him, that had not been his aim but if it happens, he doesn't think he'd mind.

and if she minds, she will surely punch him in the face and he will whine about it for days. )

[asofwar]

[yes, there is no either on the mat here, she lands on top of him, straddling his waist at the last moment possible to not knee him in a very painful place, and landing with a very graceless oof.]

Not sure you're older. [considering the fact that his highness acts like a child. anyway, she's not going to waste an opportunity, because a second later she is trying to pin his arms up above his head and claim a very smug victory.

if it works. she hopes it does - she wants the benefit of smugness.]

[asgarded]

( she lands on him and his grin only grows because yes, this is what he wanted. he doesn't even mind when she pins his arms, fingers flexing underneath her grip.

he wiggles them, almost waving before he arches an eyebrow at her. )

Oh, are you the older one now? I don't know, you look fairly young to me.

( young and beautiful but she knows that, doesn't she? he's told her that. he thinks he's told her that. )

Are you claiming victory, now?

[asofwar]

[no, he hasn't. or if he has, it's been with such a tone of surprise that she's wanted to stab him with one of her favourite daggers, but love him all the same. that's the truth of it - she's very adept at wanting silently, and intensely, and what sometimes feels like impossibly.]

Yes. It's mine. [her hands slip up, from grabbing his wrists to threading her fingers through his, still pinning him down.]

Now I must think of what to do with my victory.

[asgarded]

If you don't choose something good, I will judge you for it. I'm a fair but harsh man.

( he has faith that whatever she decides to choose, he will enjoy it. he enjoys being around her and with her hands laced with his, he feels a familiar heat start to swirl in his stomach.

he tries to ignore that around because he doesn't want to cause any problems but it still exists and he can do nothing about that. )

I have been critical of your creativity in the past but this is your chance to prove me wrong.