she is officially my favourite

Tony Stark Headcanon #2

     Peggy and Tony were incredibly close as he was growing up. She made sure to stop by the manor at least once a month to ensure that her favourite nephew was doing alright (Because with Howard as a father it was sometimes difficult to tell). Tony absolutely loved her visits, mainly because he actually got to see her and spend a little bit of time with his favourite Aunt but also because Peggy never failed to gift him with a little trinket she picked up during her travels for work. His favouite, no matter how tacky or tasteless his father said it was, was a lovely little snow globe she had picked up from one of her visits to Vienna, Austria. Tony kept it by his bedside and fell asleep looking at it every single night. 

(Side Note: Don’t think that our sweet little Tony didn’t repay his favourite Aunt Peggy with anything. By the time he was six he made sure to start making little trinkets to give her when she brought him his newest souvenir. Her favourite was a small music box that Tony made her when he was nine.)

(Extra Side Note: Even after Tony had convinced Peggy to move into a retirement home due to her Alzheimer’s Disease, she kept that music box displayed on her bed side table. Everytime time he came to visit, without a fail, she asked him to wind up the music box and let it play for her. And, without a fail, Tony always did what she asked.)

1. That thing she did. It was so innocuous, so accidental, so minor, yet it awakened you. It consumes your headspace. Follows you through hours and days. Makes appearances in your dreams, kissing the edges of your mind. Because of it, you know what it feels like to want someone so much you grow a second heart. Such a gesture should be easily forgotten, but you can’t forget the belly-rolling starburst of it, the oh. That thing she did, it told you who you are. In one split-second act. It grabbed you by the collar, looked you in the eye, and said her. It’s her. Are you brave enough to listen?
2. You want to feign your own fall just so she will lean over you, blocking the sky, beautiful and concentrated. So she will hold your wrist and feel for your rabbit pulse. So you can blink up at her with an excuse for not looking away.
3. She’s sitting there sketching a tree in the margin of her notebook, and she is a miracle. You would die for her. The thought startles you. You want to kiss her, want it savagely, which startles you, too. Your hands stay balled in your lap, half-clenched and trembling.
4. You move and it’s just enough to push the two of you together. Which is, god, the best thing you have ever felt. She draws her eyes toward you with the soft look that takes you out every time. Her arm is pressing yours, solid and warm. You flush and can’t understand why, but you should. That blush knows everything you haven’t yet figured out.
5. You watch her when she leaves, always. You can’t help it. She’s furiously lovely, so much your chest is sore at the sight of her. She hurts you, this girl. She moves you.
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day 2!! i almost didn’t finish this but here we go :)

day: 1 | 3 | 4 | 5

there’s a lot of dialogue which is??? most unlike me. also this has no plot. or structure. slice of life i guess??? yeah. slice of life. have the squad.

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