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

[estelendur]

Living in Avengers Tower is nice, in some ways, but after a couple weeks Bruce notices that he's been tenser than usual (notices by observing a graph noting his daily stress level on a five-point scale from Buddha to Hu- the Other Guy) and realizes that he's barely been alone except to sleep since before he moved in. So, naturally, he goes looking for places to be alone (the lab doesn't count).

Just as naturally, where he does find a place to be alone, he finds Clint also.

"Looking for me?" Clint is sitting with his knees pulled up to his chin, curled over, watching as far as the eye can see.

"Actually, I was looking for nobody. I kind of need to be alone for a while, so I guess I'll be going." Bruce starts to walk away.

"Wait." So he does, standing there while Clint almost starts to say something, until, "Never mind. Try the storage room behind the archery range. It'll be empty and there's a nice little perch in the top right."

"Thanks," Bruce says, and goes there, and although he's disinclined to climb up to perch, there's a clean fluffy little rug on the floor where he can sit and think.

--

The next time Bruce goes looking for solitude, carefully avoiding everyone's known haunts, he finds Clint on the roof, sitting on the spot where Selvig and Loki had set up the portal machine, cross-legged and with a look of frustration on his face.

"Hey," Bruce says, giving an awkward half-wave before sticking his hands in his pockets self-consciously.

"You meditate, right?" Clint asks.

"Sure, sometimes," says Bruce, not sure where this is going.

"I'm trying, and it's not working quite right," says Clint. "Would you mind giving me some tips, or something?" He seems almost embarrassed to be asking; Bruce can count the number of conversations they've had on one hand outside of the field.

"Sure, I guess," says Bruce, sitting next to Clint and shifting to find a comfortable spot on the gravel. "Let's start with counting breaths. Breathe in to the count of four, hold for four, breathe out for four, hold for four..."

--

The next time Bruce wants to be alone, Clint seeks him out. Instead of saying anything, Clint perches next to Bruce, on the arm of the inexplicable basement couch (sub-basement 3, to be exact) and just sits there. Bruce looks at him, puzzled, but when no words are forthcoming, shrugs and goes back to thinking (actually letting his thoughts chase each other in circles until they settle down).

After maybe ten minutes of this, Clint speaks up. "You don't trust me."

Bruce cocks his head and says, "You don't trust me."

Then, silence, until at once they get up and leave in opposite directions.

--

The next time, they seek each other out, because actually acknowledging that they don't trust each other smoothed out their battlefield performance, while making casual conversation infinitely more awkward.

Once again they meet on the roof, standing this time. They make awkward eye contact, and Clint says, almost immediately, "You first."

"You don't trust me because I terrified Natasha," Bruce guessed.

"Bullseye," said Clint, miming shooting an arrow, masking vulnerability with bad jokes.

"But you're wrong. I do trust you."

Clint just looked at him, questioning.

"I know what it's like to be shoved out of your own mind by something deadly. I know what it's like to have no idea when it might come back or if I can stop it. I have blood on my hands that I barely knew was there until I looked at the death tolls afterward. Fury trusts me. Coulson trusted me. Steve and Tony trust me. They're pretty smart people, so I probably did something to deserve it. At least, I know that intellectually. So it would be... bad of me, not to trust you, when the thing that took your mind is gone. We think. After all, mine's never leaving."

"You know, for a scientist, you aren't usually that talkative," commented Clint. He softened visibly. "Thank you." Several seconds passed. "I tried the meditation techniques you showed me. It didn't work. I can't stop thinking about..." He trailed off.

"It's a lot harder not to think about things than it is to process and organize your thoughts," Bruce admitted. "I haven't really had a satisfactory outlet since... since the accident."

Clint quirked an eyebrow. "What kind of outlet?"

"I find distraction works well. It has to be multi-faceted, though - physical as well as mental, to tire out my brain and my body." Bruce raised an eyebrow in return.

They stood there, silent, for a time. Then Clint held his hands out and offered, "Show me."

Bruce took Clint's hands in his, turned them up, and kissed each palm once, gently. He guided Clint's hands to his shoulders and pulled him closer to nuzzle at the base of Clint's neck, laying a light trail of kisses up and around to his lips, and hovered, millimeters from kissing.

"Are you sure?" he breathed.

"Absolutel-"

And they took solace in one another, distracted from the red, dark thoughts ever at the edges of their minds, finding one more place in the world where they could feel trusted and whole.

[spicedrum]

Very nice. I'd never given this pairing a thought, but now I can see the possibilities.

[estelendur]

Thank you!

While i was writing Bruce's "I know whereof you speak" I became surprised that nobody had (as far as I knew) considered this before.

Of course it might just be that I think there needs to be more Bruce!fic

[liseuse]

Oh, wow. This is really multi-faceted. I love how you captured all the team relationships and tensions in a small ficlet.

[estelendur]

Thank you! :D

[polarisnorth]

I didn't comment on this before because I was traveling when it was posted, but this is lovely! Thank you so much. I like them being loners together and this bit is so gorgeous: Bruce took Clint's hands in his, turned them up, and kissed each palm once, gently.

[estelendur]

Thank you :D