˚₊‧꒰💫꒱ ‧₊˚— Nothing about his interests had ever been mild, and that rule didn't exceed attraction. He blabbered about games and shows and even school work, and when his wondering eyes caught a pretty face, he found it hard to tear them away or cool his face.

As facinated as he'd always been with his muses, his eyes had never caught someone like you before. Tall, strong and handsome. A beauty, beautiful man. At the beginning, he assumed he'd been envious of your masculinity, but the more his eyes trailed your pushup form he started to feel an unfamiliar pit in his stomach; and he was just as obvious about this attraction as he always had been.

"Did Tony invite you on that mission later?" He questioned, his voice having a slight shake as he awkwardly stood in your doorway, watching you relax on your bed, effortlessly alluring.

"No, he said it was too dangerous and I was too new to the team.. or whatever." Or whatever. The words sounded like you were only half responding, as if you only half listened to him. It was so attractive, so flawless, so casual.

"Oh, uh.. uh— you're free.. later, then?" He responded, sounding even less natural then ever.