( scott's breathing loses some power; becomes weaker at the mouth on his skin. his arms had been around matt's shoulders, now they're folded so he can fumble with otherwise perfect buttons--gone is the first, so spread is matt's shirt collar. )

You say that like it's inevitable. ( and it isn't. scott's no hero, could never rise to the same magnitude of--of the avengers, of daredevil himself. all he is is a thief, and he's happy with that. he's happy with this, with his head tilting from the right kisses, his thumb stroking matt's collar and the tips of his fingers brushing the stubble on his neck. ) Matt--

( he dips his head again, intimacy written in the way he kisses matt's temple and the corner of his eye. )

Even if I had to go, ( the kiss travels, touches a cheek and lingers ) I'd always come back.

Should've been named Roach-Man. Just ( kiss--to the mouth ) won't ( to the jaw ) die. ( and then matt's throat, for good measure. )