( Tony remains, moving neither closer nor leaning away, feeling the sharp edges of anxiousness dull themselves against Thor's relentless, solid warmth.
You're not in space anymore.
Technically, I still am.
The image Thor conjures is reasonable enough, caught out of the sky by the Hulk like a rag doll. He had bruises for a week afterward, a map of dark purple splotches where Banner's alter-ego must have borne him to the ground in too tight a grip. )
In light of our current arrangement, ( he begins wryly, tipping his head back, ) I'm picturing kind of a bodice-ripper scenario...
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You're not in space anymore.
Technically, I still am.
The image Thor conjures is reasonable enough, caught out of the sky by the Hulk like a rag doll. He had bruises for a week afterward, a map of dark purple splotches where Banner's alter-ego must have borne him to the ground in too tight a grip. )
In light of our current arrangement, ( he begins wryly, tipping his head back, ) I'm picturing kind of a bodice-ripper scenario...