Nesting Instincts: illustration
Tony was sitting up in bed, and the surprise was evident on his face as he looked at Clint and the bowl of soup in his hands.
“……..you did. You really did bring me soup.”
“Yes, I brought you soup.” He brought it over to the bed. “Careful, it’s still hot.”
Tony took the bowl, looking ridiculously happy, and Clint had to move away before he turned even redder. He returned to his own side of the bed, sliding in beside Tony once more. Tony was simply sitting there, beaming. Clint poked him.
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Posted by nuwandasnicket on October 20, 2013