TheBeethatHums

Once you were seated, Maria quickly excused herself to complete some other tasks, leaving you with Steve for supervision. You clammed up pretty quickly, not necessarily on the defensive but clearly uncomfortable, and after a few minutes of silence, he ran his hand through his hair with a sigh, “Look… I’m sorry for what I said earlier.” “I know.” “You gotta understand where I’m coming from…” You nodded, fingers absentmindedly tracing the names scarred on your wrist, “I do.” The silence stretched on again and he pulled up a chair to sit across from you, trying to get yo

You almost couldn’t believe how things had escalated from paint covered touches to this moment. If Sherlock wasn’t limpy spread out under you on the floor as the both of you tried to catch your breath, you probably would have written it off as a dream. Snuggling into him a little at that thought, your hand settled over his heart as you tucked your nose against the underside of his chin and his arm snaked around your waist to keep you close. You just relished the relative silence and the steady beat of his heart against your fingertips until he calmed enough to hum, “I don’t think John has to worry about me getting bore

You sat in your chair with your arms folded over your chest, watching Sherlock set up your easel since you had refused to when he’d dragged you back to the flat. You figured that he had to be terribly bored to think this was a good idea but you had to give it to him- he was really determined. You watched him struggle with it a bit, taking just a little bit of pleasure in it, before the knobs relented and the wood pieces started to slide into place. He finished and came to pull you out of the chair with both hands, “Go change.” You sighed and got up to do as he asked just to get away from him for a moment, pulling on a loose

John’s phone rang and, when he looked at the caller ID to see who it was, he paused for a moment, tilting his head as his brows knit together. It simply read “Please Pick Up.” He declined the call and it was quickly ringing again and this time it read “If Convenient.” Though John had an inkling who it was now, he declined again and let out a relieved sigh when it didn’t immediately ring again. He glanced at Sherlock, who was having a rather dramatic sulk splayed across the couch, and then went back to his blog and tea. This lasted only a few moments before Sherlock rolled off the couch to the floor, tappi

“I told you…” you sighed, hands on your hips as you looked up to the rafters of the training room next to a very armless Bucky. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, quit nagging,” he grumbled, “Can you get it?” You rocked on your heels a little, “Have you tried asking for it back… nicely?” Bucky rolled his eyes, “Hey! Bird brain! Can I please have my arm back?” Even over the distance, you could see Clint’s arm pop out of his ‘nest’ to flip him the bird and you groaned, “Whatever you did must’ve really pissed him off, Buck… Do I even want to know?R

You groaned lowly, nursing a cup of coffee as you leaned against the kitchen counter. You shouldn’t have gone back. When you’d left, you were the perfect amount of drunk… or so you thought. You must have underestimated how strong those mixed cocktails were because by the time you got to your room the drunk you that wanted to Party with a capital P made a full appearance. You didn’t even know how you’d made it back to the event or where you had managed to procure a family sized box of Cheerios. You picked a single cheerio out of your hair now, tossing it in the sink, slowly melting to the floor. It had been entert

Your surroundings were different when you woke again- the bed under you wider and softer, the lights less harsh, and there was the distinct absence of metal around your wrist. Had it not been for the almost looming silence, you would have mistaken it for being home. You stretched and then rolled out of bed to your feet, hissing a little at the weight on your previously injured knee before shifting it more heavily to the other side. You had been changed, you noted groggily. Grey sweatpants. Black shirt. Good. You were pretty certain the clothes you came here in had been an utter mess after how that fight had shaped up. Beyond that, your mind o

Steve left you alone and you could hear him a few steps out of the door asking Friday to notify him if you tried to get out of bed. You couldn’t exactly blame him for his suspicions but at the moment you weren’t in any shape go anywhere anyway. You turned your attention to the workshop across the way, another small hiccup escaping you. You could see Tony with his back to you and Natasha with her arms crossed standing in front of him. She didn’t look happy but they were too far for you to hear their conversation so you closed your eyes and waited. Across the hall, Natasha pursed her lips at Tony, “I told you: you’