rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

s. wilson + cheering him up after a mission

you drag your hands slowly across sam's broad chest as he wrings his hands, sitting too far forward on the couch, too tense and hunched over.

"do you want a distraction, or do you wanna talk about it?"

his jaw unclenches. then, sam pauses for a heavy moment before finally leaning back into you. "a distraction." you smile softly at his upside-down face.

"wait here." you peck a quick kiss to his temple, then scurry upstairs to find the heaviest and softest blanket you own.

seconds later, you tackle him into the couch, wrapping him up like a burrito as you pepper kisses onto every inch of his face.

after a few seconds of his playful eye-rolling, you eventually get him grinning.

he wrestles his arms out of the blanket to tickle at your sides, just enough to send you into a fit of giggles. then, he wraps his arms around you, securing you to his chest.

It takes a minute or two for both of you to catch your breaths.

"we should order a pizza." you murmur. "then build a blanket fort."

sam chuckles. "sure. but let's stay like this for a while."

"mmm." you bury your cheek into the blanket. "however long you want, baby."