Bruce/Perfect

You: how much science is too much science?
Perfect: you can never have too much science.
You: are you sure Mr Hulk??
Perfect: a tiny bit uncertain but I can apply science to how much science is too much science question?
You: it never ends...
Perfect: science is forever.
You: am I forever?
Perfect: obviously x
You: :) x

Tony/Playboy

You: where are you?
Playboy: in the lab, why?
You: I'm bored
Playboy: don't you have, idk maybe a job to attend to?
You: my job is to assist you and you haven't said you needed any assistance
Playboy: I need assistance
You: with?
Playboy: I think you should come downstairs and find out yourself ;)
You: will I still be bored if I find out?
Playboy: I highly doubt it, if you catch where I'm headed
You: oh I know and I'll be right down

Clint/Clinty

You: ka kaw
Clinty: what are you doing?
You: your hawkeye! so I'm calling you with bird noises
Clinty: instead of catcalling me, your bird calling me?
You: when you think about it, bitch I might be.
Clinty: how the tables have turned.
You: how they have clinterella
Clinty: oh god.

Thor/My king

You: HELLO
My king: HI
You: YOU LOOK VERY PRETTY TODAY
My king: I AM A MAN WE DO NOT CALL OURSELVES PRETTY
You: FINE YOU LOOK VERY SEXY
My king: Such fine flattery from such a fine Lady
You: flirting gets you nowhere Thor
My king: Where does complimenting get me?
You: very far.

Steve/Handsome

You: Captain America. Hello. Hi. Hey. I'm your biggest fan.
Handsome: glad to see I have some beautiful fans such as yourself ;)
You: Steven Rogers you are the biggest dork I've ever met.
Handsome: have you met tony stark?
You: I have but I actually like you.
Handsome: just like? I'm deeply hurt (Y/N)
You: what are we twelve ¿
Handsome: I love you
You: I love you too

Loki/Prince

You: lokitty ?
Prince: Yes, Princess?
You: I miss you
Prince: I'm just with Thor, I'll be home within a few hours
You: okay :(
You: but I really really miss you.
Prince: turn around
You: oh. Hi. Magic does have its perks.
Prince: I'm in the room, do stop texting
You: you stop texting.
Prince: fine.

Bucky/Your Man

My man: My bionic arm doesn't let me type
You: boo
My man: This is a serious problem, (Y/N)
You: I know, by the time you send me a good morning text it'll be lunch time :(
My man: it's because I type just as fast as you run ;)
You: if you kept that attitude up Mr Barnes I'll put you back on ice
My man: Wow.