"Bruce Banner," He offered with a shy smile, his shuddered brown eyes anticipating rejection.
"I'm Skye," She called over her shoulder, as she picked up the paper bag and first aid kit. She returned to find Bruce sitting in front of Tony in the space she'd vacated. He ran a hand through Tony's hair in a familiar gesture of affection.
"Rough night?" Bruce asked, eyebrows knitting together as he noticed the band aids. Skye curled up next to her new soulmate, traced the stitching of the afghan.
She shrugged, "Panic attack, and he dropped a glass. He had a few slivers of it stuck in his hand, nothing we couldn't handle."
"Thanks for that," Bruce sighed, ran the pad of his thumb along Tony's jaw, peppered with stubble, "I should've been here." Tony grumbled in his sleep, curling further into their warmth. She leaned back against Tony's thighs, meeting Bruce's eyes until he hesitantly asked, "My soulmark, could I..?"
Skye smirked, "Sure thing, but they're clustered." Before he could reply, she lifted her shirt to just under her breasts. Written like lines on stationary, eight soulmarks scrawled across her lowermost ribs. Skye guided his trembling hands to her skin; his face bloomed into a disbelieving sort of wonder. Bruce traced his own hurried, cramped scrawl, before lightly moving across the others. Small shocks of pleasure flared from wherever he touched his soulmark on her skin.
"Beautiful," He murmured absentmindedly. Skye blushed, his hands still cradling her sides. The pads of his thumbs traced her ribs with feather light touches. He slowly pulled away, "Would you, uh, want to see yours?" He ran a hand through his mop of greying curls.
"I would love to see my soulmark, Bruce," Skye assured him. He undid the button at his left wrist, rolling the sleeve up to his elbow. Four sentences scrawled across his forearm.
Her own slanted, uneven lettering written beneath an elegant "You know, for a man who's supposed to be avoiding stress, you picked a hell of a place to settle." and a cramped, barely legible, "It's good to meet you, Dr. Banner. Your work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled. And I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster."
Skye chuckled fondly, running her fingers over the familiar scrawl, "Tony?"
Bruce nodded, "It's, uh, just the three of you." His free hand moved to knead nervously at the nape of his neck.
"They're lovely, Bruce," Skye assured him, leaving a light kiss on the pulse point of his wrist. "I'm going to get some french toast made before Tony wakes up. You're welcome to join me."
With some direction from the AI, she pulled out a griddle and a stick of butter. "Alright, Jarvis, how much should I make? Am I better off just making the whole loaf and freezing the leftovers?"
"Might I suggest you make two loaves," Jarvis responded, "To error on the side of caution."
"Thanks, J," Skye said, piling, eggs, milk, cinnamon, nutmeg, and vanilla on the counter. "Does anyone have side dish preferences?"
"Sir is particularly fond of eggs, over easy. While Barton prefers crispy bacon to other breakfast meats. Banner usually enjoys either cubed melon or berries with his french toast." Skye nodded, dancing around the kitchen. She pulled the berries and melon from the fruit draw, humming absentmindedly as she cubed it. She had just finished whipping up batter to dunk the toast in and started dropping the eggs in the pan, when a voice piped up.
"I can cook the bacon," Bruce offered from where he stood reclined against the wall, a fond smile on his face, "Clint can be particular."
Skye startled, pans rattling with her flash of shock, "How long have you been standing there?" She cursed herself for letting her shield agent guard down; her humming wasn't exactly what one would call in tune.
Bruce chuckled, "There are worse habits." He joined her at the stove, mindful of the spitting grease and the pans of eggs and french toast she was juggling.
"Huh, I don't think I've ever made Bacon without splattering myself in grease or almost lighting the burner on fire," Skye remarked as they plated the finished breakfast and set the table.
"I'll have to show you the secret sometime," Bruce said with a small grin.
"Why Bruce Banner," Skye chided, voice affectionate and teasing "Was that you flirting?" She slid her arms around Bruce's neck, their noses inches apart, "Are you trying to insinuate something? Because I assure you. Baby, I, am a lady." She grinned at her own playfulness, careful not to let him take her chiding seriously. Skye tilted her head searching her newest soul mates face. "Bruce?"
"Hum?"
"Kiss me?" Skye whispered against his breath. Before she could second guess herself, he too had surged forward. His hands curled around her hips hold them together. Skye rose to her tip toes, hands burying themselves in his hair. Bruce let out a pleased whine as she tightened her grip on his curls, pulling slightly. He slid his hands further down her ass, until he could lift her. Skye wrapped her legs around his waist and Bruce carried her to perch on the island counter.
Her tongue flicked against the seam of his lips and he groaned, bringing his own hand to run through her hair. Skye turned her head, kissing and sucking lightly along his soulmarks. He lifted her shirt to return the favor, sending waves of arousal shooting through her body. She glanced up, over the top of Bruce's head to meet lust blown whiskey brown eyes.
"Hey Tony," Skye greeted, breath hitching as Bruce's gentle sucking turned suddenly sharp.
Bruce jerked away, "Sorry, Skye."
Skye shook her head, reaching out to play with the soft hair at the nape of his neck, "Don't be, Babe. It was hot," She hopped off the counter, leaving a kiss on his cheek as she moved to pour herself a cup of coffee.
"Don't stop on my account," Tony rasped, moving to pull Bruce into his arms.
Skye snorted, rolling her eyes at his antics, "I hope we didn't wake you."
Tony yawned and shook his head, "Smelt the coffee."
"I took the liberty of starting the coffee maker when you and seemed otherwise disposed," Jarvis responded, sounding smug. Meddling AI. Skye waved a full mug of coffee in Tony's field of vision and he made grabby hands.
She chuckled,"Come on, sit, both of you. Breakfast before you go off to do science!."