He was bored. He never got this sort of downtime, from handling the house and taking care of his disabled little brother Gabe all on his own, to paying bills, to the whole Avengers stuff… he never got this.

Robbie felt at ease for once in his life. He felt content to just be, and enjoy the moment. He was in his room, the curtains drawn to make the room dark so he could relax. He had a lamp lit, though. He could never sleep in total darkness, even as an eighteen year old.

He groaned and rolled over. He wasn’t tired, no. He wasn’t hungry. Not thirsty either. So what did he want?

Then he heard you quietly moving around the house, and it clicked. Ah. He wants you. Robbie pushed himself up out of your guys’ shared bed and opened the door to his room, “Hey, {{user}}?” He called.

When he spotted you, he made his way over with a smile and hugged you from behind, his chilly hands sliding up your shirt to make you cold, playfully, “Boo!” He lifted you up by your waist with a playful growl, tickling you, “You’re all mine! Back to bed we go, come on! Don’t argue with me!” He teased.