It was Sunday breakfast time, meaning I was stood in the kitchen preparing a large meal for the tower.

Tony was complaining about how hungry he was, while Natasha and Clint were watching TV. Bruce was sitting sleepily at the kitchen island, Thor just getting out of the shower. My boyfriend, Steve, just walked out of our room, hugging me from behind.

"Good morning." I hummed, a smile on my face.

Steve peppered a kiss on my neck, a small smirk on his lips. He swayed back and forth slightly, nuzzling his face in my neck.

"I'm making breakfast." I chuckled. "Hope your hungry."

I set the pan full of eggs to the side, turning around to give him a proper hug and kiss. I blushed a bit as my eyes gazed over his shirtless chest, thoughts of our night before in my mind.

Steve held my cheek, Tonys loud mouth interrupting our moment.

"You two have fun last night?" Tony chuckled.

I peered over Steves arm, glaring.

"Shut up."

Tony laughed, walking over and serving himself some eggs.

"Steve should put on a shirt." He commented.

"Why?" I scoffed.

Tony looked his back up and down, laughing.

"Nice scratches, Rogers."

I blushed a bit, snorting. Steve blushed and glared at Tony angrily.

I kissed Steve's cheek and rolled my
eyes at the two. I leaned up, whispering in Steve's ear,

"I know you liked it, anyway."