Avengers kissing fest!

[such_heights]

(Me? Procrastinating on my own fannish projects? Never!)

I declare a festival of kissing for my pretty summer fling fandom. Avengers movieverse, all characters, all ships and no ships, all fanworks.

THE RULES:

01. Leave a comment with two or more characters from the Avengers movieverse who you'd like to see kiss. You can include a prompt if you like as an optional extra for the prompt-filler.
02. Reply to a comment with a fanwork in which those characters kiss. The kissing can be platonic or romantic, on the mouth or the cheek or the forehead or the shoulder or anywhere else that you like.
03. All fanworks welcome, including art/podfic/vids/icons/recs/meta/fic etc. Multiple fills for the same prompt are encouraged. Replying to your own prompt is fine. Anon commenting is fine. Coming back and posting a fill two months later is fine.

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eta: fills so far:

Bruce/Clint
by estelendur

Bruce/Natasha
by musesfool

Bruce/Pepper/Tony
by d_generate_girl
by such_heights

Bruce/Tony
by musesfool
by thingswithwings
by florahart
by estelendur

Bucky/Natasha/Steve
by hederahelix

Bucky/Steve
by gorgeousnerd
by jain
by laylee

Clint/Coulson
by sunnyrea
by meinterrupted

Clint/Darcy
by liseuse
by liseuse 2
by grammarwoman

Clint/Hill
by stevie

Clint/Natasha
by recessional (contains gory imagery)
by liseuse
by liseuse 2 (gory imagery)
by some_stars
by recessional 2
by ceridweyn_lin
by recessional 3
by recessional 4
by anonymous

Clint/Steve
by longwhitecoats

Clint/various
by ashen_key

Coulson/Fury
by emmypenny

Coulson/Steve
by estelendur
by such_heights

Darcy/Jane
by meinterrupted

Darcy/Thor
by florahart

Darcy/Steve
by musesfool
by liseuse

Fury/Hill
by longwhitecoats
by igrockspock

Fury/Steve
by jain

Heimdall/Loki
by just_ann_now

Hill/Natasha
by just_ann_now
by liseuse

Hulk/Pepper
by spicedrum

Jane/Tony
by spicedrum

Loki/Thor
by terryh-nyan
by longwhitecoats

Natasha/OFC
by ashen_key

Natasha/Pepper
by thingswithwings
by such_heights

Natasha/Rhodey
by sinensis

Natasha/Steve
by liseuse
by musesfool
by spicedrum

Natasha/Thor
by spatz

Pepper/Tony
by thingswithwings
by spatz

Rhodey/Tony
by spatz

Steve/Thor
by estelendur

Tony/team
by such_heights

Comments

[liseuse]

Clint/Natasha - We aren't even real.

It isn’t often that Clint gets sent on the deep infiltration spy gigs these days. They seem to have more use for him on rooftops and watching from a distance. But, right now, he is in a tuxedo, dancing with Natasha in the American Embassy in Kiev. They’ve been in Ukraine for two months. Playing the part of second-generation Americans, with (long dead, long mourned) Russian parents, and a lot of money to burn. Natasha’s running the show. Of course she is. She’s organising everything, and scaring the backup team by knowing more intel in three days than they’d found in months. Clint is, basically, along for the ride. He’s the charming husband, with the spine of steel, and the dangerous glint in his eyes. Just enough new-American to not mind being second-fiddle to his wife, and just enough bravado to occasionally slip the leash.

Natasha is wearing her favourite Dinner-And-Dancing-At-The-Embassy dress. It’s black, curve skimming, and forgiving enough that she can wear a thigh-holster and no one will know. It’s a miracle of engineering, and it has removable boning. She’s smiling gently, her head resting on Clint’s shoulder and the pearl earrings are reflecting the light from the chandeliers around the room. To an outsider she looks beautiful, peaceful and in love. Clint can feel her watching the room, knows she has a knife tucked into the boning of the dress, a revolver in the thigh-holster and that the thigh he has bracketed with his, as he dips her down so she can look at the balcony, could kill a man in seconds.

He brings her back up, twirls them round, and then flourishing, dips her again in time to the music. He’s playing this part as a little over-exuberant, it seems to be going down well. They have new money, new car, new attitude and new names. He can have a new personality for a while. “There are two snipers on the balcony,” he mutters into her ear, and she nods. “There’s one at the doorway as well, he’s hiding a gun under the champagne tray. Not very well.” Natasha sounds put out at the lack of effort the marksman is putting into his job.

“Well, in that case, shall we split?” Clint slides his hand up her back, splaying his fingers open. Their signal for “you left, me right, meet you in the hotel” and Natasha slides her hand up his back in an answer. The music comes to an end, and Clint draws Natasha in for a kiss, slides the memory chip over on his tongue and twirls her out of his grip.

[such_heights]

hnnnngh this is fabulous!

[liseuse]

Aww, thank you!

[reasdream]

Awesome. So many layers of awesome. Especially the dress.

[liseuse]

Thank you! I had a lot of fun thinking about how Natasha could weaponise a dress, not going to lie!

[samalander]

Oh goodness, I want this to be a whole story about them being glamourous and dangerous and kicking ass.

[liseuse]

At this point, *I* kind of want it to be a whole story! Who knows, it may eventually become one.

[longwhitecoats]

So elegant, prose & scene both.

[liseuse]

Thank you! That is a lovely comment!

[cathalin]

Ahhh what a wonderful image, them dancing and exchanging information through a kiss, and I love how comfortable they are with each other, and how smoothly they work together. And the dress!!!

[liseuse]

Thank you! I find them such an interesting pair to think about, and write for. All that history! And spying!

I think I have basically written Natasha a dress I would love to own!

[workerbee73]

**HIGH FIVES THIS ENTIRE FICLET**

Just enough new-American to not mind being second-fiddle to his wife, and just enough bravado to occasionally slip the leash.

This line just struck me as so unbelievably perfect. And the kissin' wasn't bad either. Or, you know-- all of it. So good. :)

[liseuse]

*FICLET HIGH-FIVES BACK*

Oh, thank you! I am glad that line worked for you, it sort of stuck in my head and demanded to be put in this ficlet.

[spatz]

Eeeeee, this is fun! I love the details and how they are aware of the whole room and competent, and totally having fun, all at the same time. It makes it weirdly sexy while not being about sex at all, between them. (mmm, competence)

She’s smiling gently, her head resting on Clint’s shoulder and the pearl earrings are reflecting the light from the chandeliers around the room. To an outsider she looks beautiful, peaceful and in love. Clint can feel her watching the room, knows she has a knife tucked into the boning of the dress, a revolver in the thigh-holster and that the thigh he has bracketed with his, as he dips her down so she can look at the balcony, could kill a man in seconds.

I love love love this whole description. Perfect.

[liseuse]

I have such a competence kink it isn't even funny. Watching Avengers was all about having that button hit!

Thank you!

[sinensis]

This hits ALL of my spy buttons. So good!

[liseuse]

Yay! I am glad!