Thor: Ragnarok - The Avengers: Infinity War - The Avengers: Endgame
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Tony stark gave his life so we could make something of ours.
*EDITING SPRING OF 2023*
Basically, this is smut. You can skip this if you don't want to read it, because it's a filler. For those of you who do, enjoy ;) I've never written anything like this before, so feel free to tell me it sucks. I won't be surprised. Also, I finished the editing I did, so yaa. Enjoy!
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After the Quinjet landed in New York City, all of us could feel the after-effects of Thanos' destruction. It was almost midnight when we finally set foot on American soil and Steve said it would be best if all of us got a good night sleep before we had to deal with the aftermath of what happened. No doubt we would be held accountable for the damage done, the lot of us knew that much, but for now, we had to rest. Even heroes needed a break every once in a while.
I tightly wrapped a white, fluffy towel around me and looked in the mirror. Seeing my own reflection, bags under my eyes and small bruises and scrapes all along my arms and legs didn't exactly shock me anymore, but the feeling of utter failure didn't do anything to improve my self-worth. I hated not being able to do more, hated the thought of letting people down and I knew everyone else felt the same way.
As I was busy combing out my wet, tangled locks, Thor came up behind me. He wore a towel similar to mine loosely around his waist, his expression soft as he eyed me through the fogged mirror. Small droplets of water dripped down his toned torso and his biceps glistened in the fluorescent bathroom lights.
He placed a gentle hand on my left shoulder and pushed my hair out of the way. Without saying a word, he began to plant small kisses along my exposed skin, causing goosebumps to form on my entire body.
"Thor...," I hummed quietly, cocking my head to the right so he could kiss my neck.
I wanted him to stop at first, because being happy after what had just happened felt wrong in every way possible, but the words just wouldn't leave my mouth.
His heavy hands snaked down my arms and grabbed a hold of both my wrists, holding them in place on the marble counter top. My eyes closed involuntarily, allowing me to better experience the feeling of Thor's mouth against my sensitive skin, to feel the dry scratch of his beard in contrast to the soft wetness of his lips.
There was something in his touch that made me tingle from head to toe. When his hands found their way to my waist and held it like a prize, I knew I could never love a man as much as him.
My stomach tied into a knot when his upper body collided with my back while he continued planting kisses all along my skin and I momentarily forgot to breath when I felt something firmly pressing against my lower back.
It felt wrong, possibly being intimate for the first time after the world had suffered such immense loss, but I think we both needed it at the time. We were sad, hurt, grieving the loss of some of our closest friends and family and in that moment, we needed to know we still had each other.
