rodrikstark's headcanons (part 1)

s. wilson + sharing tiktoks

when you answer the video call on your phone, you beam at your boyfriend, in spite of his serious expression. "baby."

"hi sammy."

he sighs, but you can see the smile barely tugging at the corner of his mouth. "you've got to put a warning on these videos you're sending me."

"what do you mean?" you frown. did you do something wrong?

he explains, "i opened the last one you sent after my meeting, thinking it would be normal, one of those dog or baby ones you love so much."

"and?"

you finally break him, and there's that laugh, there's your sam. "you want me to quote it?"

"i send you a lot of tiktoks."

he clears his throat theatrically. "and i quote: christ almighty, i would crack this man in half and spread him on a fucking ritz cracker."

you brighten up even more now. "that sound reminds me of you."

"baby."

you give him a little hmph. "i'm not afraid of expressing how i feel about you."

sam barks out a laugh, shaking his head. "and i appreciate that. but you should attach a message, something like: do not open in front of natasha romanoff."

"hmm." you swipe away from the video call for a second. "how about this emoji?"

"which one?"

a ding. "i just sent it to you."

🥵

he sighs. "you're ridiculous."

"well, you're ridiculously hot, so."

he scratches at his head, fighting back a bashful grin. "fine. that works."

you smile sweetly. "okay. anything else, sammy?"

"no. i love you, see you soon."

"can't wait."