[he doesn't want to talk about pietro. frankly, he's not sure he can talk at all when steve goes and sends him another photo that he's sure is meant to be "innocuous" at face value, but it's the kind of photo someone attractive sends someone else while hiding a shit-eating grin because they must know how devastating it is to a mere mortal.
he thinks about sending his own, but it would pale in comparison. that, and he's currently not wearing anything but a robe, hair still damp from his own shower to wash away the sweat and lingering ghost of steve's mouth against his own. what are they doing?]
Ah yes, I'm sure you'd get kicked out of bed looking like that. For shame.
[hopefully he knows zemo well enough to picture the cheshire smirk and lilt of his voice with such obvious sarcasm.]
I think you've unwittingly signed yourself up to be a staple at them in the future. I hope you don't mind.
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he thinks about sending his own, but it would pale in comparison. that, and he's currently not wearing anything but a robe, hair still damp from his own shower to wash away the sweat and lingering ghost of steve's mouth against his own. what are they doing?]
Ah yes, I'm sure you'd get kicked out of bed looking like that. For shame.
[hopefully he knows zemo well enough to picture the cheshire smirk and lilt of his voice with such obvious sarcasm.]
I think you've unwittingly signed yourself up to be a staple at them in the future. I hope you don't mind.