“Only twice? What’s wrong with you, Tony Stark?” She poked him below the arc reactor, laughing. “I could do with some of those kisses.”
He swatted at the poking finger, and then drew his arm back to drape over his eyes. “Nope. None for you. There’s apparently something wrong with me.”
“I will steal them,” she threatened. “You cannot keep kisses from me.”
“Help. Assault. Stop,” he deadpanned, drawing his arm back enough to peer at her through his fingers.
“Assault is what Loki does with you, don’t be silly.” She pried at his arm, trying to push it up so she could get to his mouth.