Librarian and cardigan enthusiast without any actual cats. Enjoys short walks to the 7 Eleven and pictures of beaches on Instagram. Posts a lot of Captain Marvel, Teen Wolf, and Welcome to Night Vale at the mo. Unhealthily obsessed with Dylan O'Brien's face.
Bitter old fandom queen and proud.
”Darling, your tie is crooked,” Carol says with a smile that’s just a little too saccharine for sincerity. Fingers slender enough not to betray the strength within grab said tie, tightening the knot while straightening it for her dear ‘husband.’
“Honey, you’re such a d-” Tony says, smooth words cut off mid-sentence by an excessive amount of pressure on his windpipe. Crystal blue eyes narrow at his ‘wife,’ but she’s already turning away to mingle amongst the rich, powerful, and morally ambiguous in a dress that he’s smart enough not to compliment. Even if the Captain does look marvelous in blue.
Tony’s laughing under his breath as he follows Carol unto the proverbial breach, loosening his tie and most likely making it even more crooked than it was before. And whose bright idea was it to send the two of them on an undercover mission? Arguably the most recognizable faces on the Avengers, only behind the likes of Thor and the inimitable Steven Rogers, they-
Oh, right. Tony. It was Tony’s idea.