merctresswithamouth:

“Slow it down Rambo. No need for killing anyone.” She went inside her room grabbing one of her husband’s shirts. “Here. Since you look like my husband. This should fit your body.” 

“Who said about killing?” He raised a brow with a smirk, taking the shirt from her. “Thank you.”

wintersbride:

My money’s on Stark.

Could’ve been both.

merctresswithamouth:

“It was both. Two man job. As many shirts as you own these days. I doubt one man could do it. I’ll get you one. Sound good?” 

“They’re going to wish for a fate worse than death when I get my hands on them. But thank you..”

wintersbride:

Well for once it wasn’t me. Do we have a list of suspects?

Well.. I’m guessing Barton or Tony.. Or both.

wintersbride:

Steven…don’t make me start losing my clothes…cause two can play at this game…

I’m not taking mine off. Someone’s stolen them.

goinggammagreen said: It’s a possibility I suppose, seems a bit…below his usual pranking style though.

Hm, you’re right.. Have any idea who it is? Or who it could be?

merctresswithamouth:

“Why not? You want a bunch of drooling fan girls following you? Because it’ll happen.” 

“Someone stole my shirts… Its either Barton or Tony.. Or both.”

goinggammagreen said: …Uh, how are you? You look great, well I mean. Good.

Me? I’m doing well.. Apart from the fact someone stole all my shirts. I suspect Tony.

merctresswithamouth:

“Whoa Steve. Put the shirt back on before you melt someone’s face off.” 

“I.. I can’t..”

wintersbride:

I am sure you can…

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