Marvel Imangines

He carries her to bed

Tony

I guess I need to put a lock on my liquor cabinet now. I found Olivia passed out on the bar, surrounded by different glasses and jugs. She did say she had a bad day at work. But this is my coping method! "Alright, fun's over. Get to bed." I order, patting her back. Nothing. I sigh and shake harder. "Olive!" I call louder. She shifts but doesn't say a word. Ok, this calls for extreme measures. 

I bend down and pick her up....throwing her over my shoulder. That's when she finally wakes up. "T-Tony!? Put me down!"She commands. I chuckle. "Woah, actually, never mind. I'm dizzy." She says, shaking her head. I continue my walk down the hall, kissing her hip in the process. 

Steve

I know taking kids is tiring but Coven could have at least passed out in the bedroom. I waited 15 minutes for her to show up before finding her myself. 

I walked down the stairs and saw my wife asleep on the couch with our daughter in her arms. I smile at the sight. Coven was stilling wearing her day clothes and hair in a messy bun, but Steph was in her Little Mermaid pj's. I guess Coven gave up trying to put her to bed. 

I tucked Stephanie back into bed and went down to get my wife. I picked her up bridal style and that kinda woke her. "Steph." She mumbled, leaning against my chest. 

"Shh. It's okay she's in bed. Go back to sleep, I've got you." I whisper. Coven nods and passes out again. I carry her up the stairs and gently lay her on the bed. 

"Thank you." She whispers. 

Bucky

I feel bed for Kiki. Going back to school is hard for her. They pile too much work onto her. For the third time in a row, she fell asleep with her glasses on, using her math textbook as a pillow. I shake my head, walking over to her. I wheel her chair out and catch her head. "Huh?" She asks. I take her glasses off and set them on the desk. I pick her up. "No! I need...to...study..." She faintly argues. 

"No, doll. You need rest. Now shut up and go back to sleep." I whisper harshly, dropping her on the bed. She pulls the covers over herself. 

"I'm going to fail." 

Peter

"Hey, do you know what X is for number-" I cut myself off once I see Georgia asleep against my dresser. Her glasses were about to fall off her face and her pencil balanced in her hand, textbook wide open in her lap. I chuckle. I put our studying stuff away before going to get Georgia. 

"Peter?" She calls. I nod. 

"Yeah babe, get some sleep. I'll text your parents you're staying over." I whisper, pulling the covers over her. She nods and snuggles into the pillow. 

"Ok." Was the last things she said before drifting off. 

Bruce

It was always a competition between Delaney and I, to see who could work the hardest. Well, sometimes the competition would get out of hands. Resulting in sleep deprivation, anorexia, excessive stress. This time though, Delaney, and sleep deprivation. Three days in a row, she's been working non-stop on some experiment of her. Not once, has she left the lab. At this point, I'm pissed. 

Every night I wait up an hour for her to come to bed. She never does. So, this time, I am forcing her to bed early. 

"Delaney!" I call, entering the lab. Beakers of colorful mixtures were left about, along with parts of Tony's old suits. Del didn't answer. I huff and walk to the opposite ends of the lab, to find Delaney head down on her desk. Asleep. I roll my eyes. "Delaney." I call quieter. I just get a moan. I roll my eyes. "Delaney! Get up! It's already 10:45." I scold. 

"No." She whines like a little kids. 

"I'll drag you." I threaten. 

"I dare you." She challenged. I huffed before scooting my arms under her, picking her up. "What happened to dragging me?" She sassed in a low voice and shit eating grin on her face. 

"I prefer you asleep." I grumbled, carrying her into the elevator and to bed. 

Pietro

Poor Oakley has been sick these past few days. She tries to play it off, but everyone sees right through her lies about feeling fine. Steve suspended her from missions until further notice. Well, at least until she gets better. I'm in charge of taking care of her. But I swear, it's like babysitting a troublemaker toddler. 

"Oak!? Where have you gone to now?" I ask, frustrated.  That is when I heard light snoring from the living room. I strided in to spot Oakley on the couch, under 4 different blankets. But she was sweating. I used my super speed to run to her and rip each blanket off. She groans. "Pietro, I was using those!" She whines in a groggy voice. She tries  to claw the blankets back, but I move them farther....to the floor. She cries. Big baby. 

"Oak, I'm going to carry you to bed, okay? The couch is no place for my pincessa." I say, picking her up bridal style. She growls. 

"I don't wanna move!" 

"Trust me, Oakley, our bed is much softer, comfier, and easier to sleep on." I whisper, lightly kissing her forehead. 

"Okay." 

Thor

The healers said she can be let go right now if she wanted to. Even if was already dark outside. "Hey, love, the healers are releasing you. Did you want to go to your bed?" I asked, kneeling beside her. She nods. 

"Can you carry me?" She asks, turning a bit red. I chuckle. 

"Of course, Ember. I was going to do that anyway." I joke with a chuckle. She chuckles too, which soon turns into a cough. I flip the covers off of her to see the fresh bandage already a crimson color. She hooks her arms around my neck and I pick her up. 

"Ow." She quietly cries. I apologize.  I carried her all the way back to our room. 

"Anything you need?" I ask. She smirks before grabbing onto my arm. 

"Just you next to me." 

Loki

I was so worried. I couldn't find my queen anywhere. I looked in our chambers, stables, throne room, kitchen, dining room, gardens. Nowhere to be found. It was already dark. Hopefully she's not outside. I guess a maid noticed me frantic because she timidly came up to me. "Uh, your highness? If your are looking for the princess, I last saw her asleep in the library. I would believe she would still be in there." She suggested. The library! Why in the bloody hell didn't I think of that in the first place!? I thanked the Maid before running off down the hall. 

I entered the library quietly, assuming she was still in slumber. I had to walk near the fire place in order to spot her curled up in the biggest chair, surrounded by towers for books, three books in her own lap. What a beautiful sight. The two things I love most, Melody and books. I slightly smile at the sight before me. 

I would be a monster to wake her and make her walk to our chambers. So, I used magic to transport her into my arms where I know she would like to be. Subconsciously, she stuffs her face into my chest. "Loki..." She mumbles. I peck her forehead. 

"Correct love, it's me." 

T'Challa

It's times like these where I regret getting Astrid pregnant. Astrid is already 18 weeks pregnant and they are still making her doing royal duties and everything. Every night, she's coming home tried and stressed. 

I heard our bedroom door open, Astrid stumbled in, leaning against the door frame after closing the door. "Good evening, my king." She greeted with a tired smile. I swiftly hop off the bed and stride to her. Without a word, I pick her up bridal style. "Um..." She mumbled, confused about what's happening. 

"I know you are doing a lot of tasks for the kingdom, right now, and I appreciate that. But, the most important task right now is carrying our child, and making sure it is born healthy." I explain, gently setting her down on the bed from the 3 yard walk.