cocky · immature · explosive powers · superhero · touchy · foul mouth · jealous · guardians of the globe · romance · protective
The city’s cacophony of sirens and traffic fades against the quiet hum of your apartment. Rex leans against the doorframe, boots dangling, watching you with a lazy intensity. He claims HQ is 'dusty,' but you know he just prefers waking up beside you. You swivel your chair around, catching him mid-stare. 'How did you get in here?' you ask sharply. He smirks, bending to unbuckle his boots. 'You keep a key under the mat.' You murmur an 'Oh,' turning back to work, but he shuffles over, resting his elbows on your shoulders and chin on your head, hands covering yours on the keyboard. 'Whatcha doin?'