such_heights | Avengers kissing fest!

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Avengers kissing fest!

(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

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Rhodey had been hopelessly poking and staring into the engine of his rental car for ten minutes before he gave it up and admitted he had no idea what he was looking at, and needed to start walking. This particular stretch of sunny Malibu road was deserted, and the hills must have been blocking his phone, because he couldn't get a single bar. He straightened up, picked up his uniform jacket from the fender where he draped it, and wiped a hand across his forehead. Fuck, it was hot. The house was about two miles away, and there wasn't another thing on the road between there and here. He'd gone three steps when a shiny dark blue roadster came whipping around the curve in front of him. As it passed, he caught a glimpse of auburn hair, and quickly turned to wave. The roadster spun a hundred and eighty degrees, and came to a neat, sure-footed stop, with barely a crunch of gravel. A woman got out, wearing a pencil skirt, expensive sunglasses, and very high heels. He knew her--Tony's, or rather, Pepper's, new assistant, Natalie?...Natalie Rushman, that was it.

"Colonel Rhodes," she said. "Having some trouble?"

He gestured to the car and held up his useless phone. "Ms. Rushman, today is just not my day."

"Call me Natalie, please." She smiled at him politely, and suddenly, she had a very incongruous switchblade in her hand and was bending into the engine compartment. "Can you try starting it when I tell you to?"

He sat in the driver's seat, staring at the raised hood, and when she called, "now, Colonel," he cranked it and heard the engine cough and kick into life. She dropped the hood. The switchblade had disappeared. She strolled over to his open window and said, "It should get you to the house, but I'll follow you, just in case."

"Thank you," he said. "May I ask...?" and then he stopped, because he wasn't sure exactly how to phrase his question.

She smiled again, and this one was sharper--more real, less polite. "I grew up in a bad neighborhood."

***

Rhodey woke up groggy in the New York mansion and stumbled toward the kitchen, determined to get to the coffee maker before Tony brewed up his customary gallon of rocket fuel. Tony only thought he made good coffee. Tony had also kept him up half the night, plying him with drinks and showing him the plans for the remodel on Stark--no, Avengers--Tower, which was totally not fair when the plans were so enthralling but his body was still on Kuwaiti time.

He was only moderately surprised to find Bruce and Thor sitting at the kitchen table, already holding mugs. He poured himself a cup and toasted them; the surprise on his face when he tasted it must have been obvious, because Bruce said, "Natasha made the coffee."

"Her brew is without peer," Thor added.

Rhodey finished his mug and felt all the synapses in his nervous system stretch and groan in pleasure. "In that case," he said, "the least I can do is make the pancakes." Twenty minutes later, Natasha showed up in yoga pants and a damp t-shirt, her cheeks rosy and her hair in a messy bun. She still could have walked the runway in any Paris fashion show. Natasha was quieter, more contained than Natalie, so she didn't say much but "thanks," when he handed her a plate. But she had two large helpings of pancakes, and Rhodey felt obscurely pleased.

***

Rhodey got in the habit of showing up for training runs with the Avengers at regular intervals. It was all part of his job as military liason. Things going the way they often did, this meant he ended up fighting with the team on occasion, dealing with aliens or crazy power-mad megalomaniacs or Doom's bi-annual escape from his latest unbreakable prison. And then Natasha saved him that one time. And all of them that other time. Oh, and some of those other times, too.

He blasted the oncoming wave of invaders, and watched her do a double mid-air spin and land on the neck of the thing that looked like a sentient purple rhino, before he swooped in to pick her up and carry her to the next target. Later, as he pulled a single bright coppery hair from the shoulder plate of the suit, and twisted it gently around his finger tip, Rhodey realized he had to stop kidding himself about exactly why he kept showing up for these little training runs.

***

"Fuck, fuck, fuckety-fuck," Rhodey said. Stark Industries proprietary technology for secure document transmission--Tony's fax machine, he thought rebelliously, and oh, what an earful he had gotten the last time he called it that--was being a bastard.

"Here," Natasha said from behind him, and reached around to punch a few buttons. "I had to deal with this thing's tantrums when I was working for Pepper." The machine whirred obediently, and flashed a green light.

"Thanks," Rhodey said. "Can you hand me that cover sheet?" She did, lifting an eyebrow at the aggressive "CLASSIFIED, EYES ONLY" stamps. He shrugged. "Every six months or so, Ross gets another wild hair and tries to convince the Joint Chiefs that you all are crazy loose cannons and Fury is plotting to take over the world, so I do a little song and dance about how that's not true." The slot happily swallowed up his stack of documents. "Because it's not."

"Well, not entirely, anyway," Natasha said dryly.

He flashed a grin at her. "Yeah, but I usually leave the best stories out."

"Thanks for that," she replied.

***

The shock wave receded. The smoke started to clear. Natasha's voice, coolly triumphant, came over the comm, "War Machine, do you copy? the package is delivered," and then she dropped down in front him. He flipped up the face plate, and she was--holy shit--leaping onto him, bracing her strong thighs around the suit, her arms holding his shoulders as she kissed him, a quick soft brush of her lips on his cheeks--left, right, left. A comrade's kiss--a soldier's kiss. She drew back slightly, and he took in the streaks of dirt and sweat on her face, the cut on her temple, her bright eyes. She looked like she might be a little surprised at herself. Before she could pull back further, change her mind, he closed his own eyes and leaned in, hoping, hoping. She met him halfway, her mouth parted and generous, gasping a little as she kissed him thoroughly, properly, with intent.

She lifted her mouth from his, her breath warm and faint on his lips as she murmured, "You're good at what you do, Colonel. It's pretty...sexy." Muffled by the suit, he couldn't feel her anyplace on his body except his lips, and it felt like all the sensation he was capable of had been narrowed into a single, devastating point.

"I could say the same of you, Agent Romanoff," he said, and kissed her again.

Edited 2012-06-29 18:06 (UTC)

EEEEE OMG. I adore this, it's so well fleshed out and sweet and perfect! :D new favourite rarepair!

yay, thanks! I'm glad you liked it.

Love this! What an incredibly badass pairing!

thanks! :)

This is so fantastic! Why has no one written this pairing before? It's so freakin' perfect!

thank you!

I didn't know how much I wanted this pairing until I read

such_heights' prompt.

Ugh, hit my competence kink a little harder, ya'll. Awesome. I'd never thought of these two as a pairing, but now I want ALL OF IT. I love that you gave them lots of interesting personal bits in addition to the overt BAMFery, like Natasha's switchblade and Rhodey geeking out about the Avengers Tower plans until the wee hours - it made their mutual respect and UST pop right off the page.

Also, Tony's fax machine. *dies* Tony/Rhodey BFFs is always the best thing. ♥

I didn't know I wanted this pairing until I read the prompt--I'm glad you liked it. The personal bits happened because, in my head, Natasha just refused to start kissing anybody without some backstory, but they were fun to write. And I agree--Tony/Rhodey are the best of BFFs.

This is awesome! They could rule the world together, so I guess it's a good thing they're on our side! *g*

oh, yes, it's a very good thing. *g* Thanks!

...and suddenly I ship it. This is awesome!

thank you!

They work so well together, I'm sad that I never considered them until I read this.

Also, for some reason I absolutely LOVE that one of her competencies is making coffee.

Thanks for this!

I'm glad you liked! Coffee making is SRS BZNS. *g*

Oh, *fnargle*. I think my brain short-circuited when Natasha fixed the car, and never really came back online.

hee! I think the image of her fixing his car with a switchblade is the first thing I thought of when I read the prompt, and after that I HAD to write it. I'm glad you liked.

I am a sucker for competence, and this fic plays on that theme nicely. It's a nice use of the suits--cutting off a lot of the contact they'd normally have and thereby focusing the contact on just the kiss. Their voices and actions here also read as very in character to me. So, in short: yay.

thank you! *g* I'm glad you liked it.

This is a pairing I didn't know I love.
Honestly loved it.

yay! thank you.

Aaaaaaand now I ship this.

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