No but my dude listen I don't think that's director Stark the suit is too baggy on him and doesn't it look kinda similar to Steve's stealth suit in TWS??hmmmmm
The Answer is Obviously that they’ve been secretly fucking for years and now Tony is having to don the bottom half of the stealth suit after accidentally stealing it from Cap two years ago. It’s why we haven’t seen the suit since. Tony’s got it.
He knew it had been a terrible idea as soon as he’d said yes, but that didn’t stop him from going. After all the trauma and hardship he had endured, he thought he was allowed to be foolish for once. Though, this would be the seventh time and not the first.
So instead of studying for his N.E.W.Ts, preparing for a future as auror he started to like less and less, he was sprawled out on a couch in the Slytherin dungeon. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hide his relationship from his friends much longer if he kept disappearing, but he was too tipsy to care.
“That’s not something you ask to a guests, Pansy. And I’ll kick you out of the common room if you try.” Theodore Nott attempted to whisper these words into Pansy’s ear, but the alcohol had made him lose his volume control.
“You can’t do that. Let’s bet. I think he did.” Pansy shot a glance in Harry’s direction.
“Think I did what?” Harry sat upright, lifting his head from his boyfriend’s lap.
“Theo here thinks it’s not polite of me to ask if you stalked Draco in sixth year because you thought he was evil or because you thought he was hot. So, do you…”
“Shut up Pans!” Draco chucked a beer cap at her head and pulled Harry back again. “He stalked me because I am evil And hot.”
“You’re a self-centred dick when you’re drunk Malfoy.” Said Harry as he resettled on the couch.
“And you usually end up being the centre of my dick when I’m drunk so stop complaining.”
Yes, yes. I should study I know. But I had to get this out of my system first
you might be from the moon or mars || jace/simon, 2k+ || read on ao3
“You know I have angel blood, right?” Jace asks scathingly instead of letting his mind grasp the idea of being breathless in Simon’s arms too much. It’s hard not too, though, when he sees Simon’s fingers drumming restlessly across his thigh, hands just slightly larger than Jace’s. Jace wonders how the cigarettes would look against Simon’s fingers, and then he wonders how his own fingers would look sliding up against Simon’s, sure and steady.