Shadow Hunter || Riverdale Avengers Crossover

CHAPTER NINE

╰ CHAPTER NINE  ╮

Isabella Stark woke up exactly how she likes; she was wrapped in both Jughead and Archie's arms, her head on Jughead's chest, and tucked under his chin. Archie is snoring to her right, finally at peace enough to sleep. She peeks over her boys arms and just barley sees the mess of shirts, blankets, and empty condom wrappers by the bottom of the pullout sofa. She can just barley make out the red edges of the cushions and the exposed silhouettes of both her girlfriends. The shades of soft sandy blonde onto of hues of raven made it clear that Betty clearly feel asleep on top of Veronica. Which, for some odd reason, was amusing to Isabella. Betty and Veronica had passed out on the pullout sofa due them deciding to stay up most the night "watching" The Great British Bake Off.  Which, in reality was just them making out for most of it, and only paying real attention when they judge were on screen and about to get ride of a contender. Not that she was complaining or anything. She honestly didn't mind watching a hot making out session, but Veronica and Jughead deciding to be mischievous by begging absolute teases were a whole either thing.

   
Isabella rubbed her foot innocently against the inside of Jughead leg, and his warm arms tighten around her middle. Blinking drowsily into the dull morning light, she traced the shape of his bare, and hickey ridden collarbone with her fingertips, listening to his heart thump steadily beneath her ear. It was so calming. Maybe a little too calming, considering the fact that they were in the Tower, and her teammates were quite notorious for bursting into her room to bug her at strange hours of the day. It was even more concerning due to Jughead swearing Natasha saw them. Which meant two things; she did see them and was now contemplating a murder plot with Clint, or her soon to be brother in law, Steve Rogers, had talked her out of attempted murder; but, It mostly likely the contemplating murder part. Isabella decided to think much of it and choice to much rather enjoyed all of her morning bliss while she could.

The sun outside got higher and higher, which resulted in her bedroom brightening up considerably, even with her blinds closed all the way. Archie let's go off her and rolls over a few times, jostling the bed, attempting to stay comfortable in several positions he unconsciously isn't happy with. All the fidgeting ultimately rouses Jughead, and she press her lips together to keep from laughing when Isabella takes a peek at Jughead's highly adorable, and disgruntled face. He is probably hoping that he doesn't have to deal with agitated, probably soon-to-be-grouchy Archie this morning.

Jughead sighs, lifting a hand to card his fingers through Isabella long and soft raven locks. "Morning Izzy," he whispers lovingly, and kisses the top of her head. He glanced tiredly at Archie who's still asleep, but obviously not comfortable at al. "I must say, you sleep like an angel. Which is more then I say about our favorite ginger."

  She laughs, muffling the sound by nuzzling up against his chest. She grins widely as she feels Archie slightly stir be side her.

  "I can hear you," Archie's voice mumbles quietly so that he doesn't wake up their girls. He has one of Isabella's Iron Man themed pillows over his face now. "I want compliments, too, Jones." He bumps Jughead's ankle with the bottom of his heel. Jughead rolls his eyes in slightly playful annoyance, then drags his hands down his tired face. "Um... umm...Your hair looks really nice this morning?"

Which is absolute lie; his ginger hair is a tussled, and ruffled. It definitely has the morning after look to it. Which makes Isabella giggle. Archie jus shrugs in response and doesn't even bother to object to the half-assed praise. He merely grunts and puts his stolen pillow back under her head so he can roll over and go back to sleep. It always amazed Isabella how much of non morning person Archie was. Like, Archie Andrews the nicest guys she knows, is incredibly grouchy and a bit mean if awoken before his proper eight hours of sleep. But, then again, like she had any real room to talk. She was probably much worse without her usually cup of coffee in the early morning.

    " Miss Stark, your presence is urgently requested in the kitchen by mister Parker. He's says that you most come quickly." Came the polite and almost British sounding robotic voice of Friday. Betty and Veronica groaned as they were awaken by her loud voice coming to life in her room inner comas. Isabella let's out an annoyed whine as she moves closer to Jughead's chest. She didn't want to get up quite yet.

  She sighed in defeat.

   " Tell Peter I'm on my way, and to not try to burn anything else." She called to Friday. She sat up in her bed while Jughead looked at confused. " Peter my nephew. Tony and Pepper adopted him a few years back, but they like to keep him out of the media for his well begging." She explained as she climb out of bed and started to get redressed. Jughead nodded understandingly. He then glanced over at Veronica and Betty who were slowly waking up.

" Morning." Betty chirped tiredly as she rubbed her eyes.

" Morning." Greeted Isabella as she kissed her check before kissing Veronica's check. She grinned playfully at them. " Well, I'm off to save my baby nephew. If I don't make it back, remember me." She joked as she gave them a mock salute. They chuckled as she made her way out of the room.