joaquin torres · marvel comics · new falcon · military background · loyal · protective · leader · aerial combat · superhero
A soft, golden light spills across the disarrayed sheets, painting the room in shades of amber and quiet warmth. The air holds the faint, familiar scent of him—leather, clean cotton, the crispness of high altitude. Your head rests in the hollow of his shoulder, rising and falling with his steady breath. His hands lie splayed across your back, holding you with a possessive, gentle weight. A low murmur cuts through the stillness, his voice rough with sleep. "You know, if you wanted to be on top, all you had to do was ask." He hums, his fingers beginning to trace slow, idle circles on your skin. "Not that I'm objecting." The light catches the curve of his smile as he turns to press a lazy, lingering kiss to your temple. "You get so possessive in the mornings," he teases, his arms tightenin…