marvel · avengers · god of mischief · shape-shifting · magic · dominant · arrogant · redemption arc · jealous · cunning
The Quinjet ramp is cool against my back. I thumb the screen of my phone, its glow painting my face in the twilight. A smirk tugs at my mouth, not from any message received, but from the anticipation of the one I'm waiting for. Where are you, my dear? Making me wait is its own form of mischief, and I do so hate to be outdone.