MCU Kissing Fest, 2015 edition!

[such_heights]

So in 2012 I ran a kissing comment fest and everyone seemed to have a good time. (And yes, lol, I did at that time believe I'd stop caring about superheroes by the end of the summer.) Let's try again!

Everything in the Marvel Cinematic Universe applies, so that's all 11 films as well as Agents of SHIELD, Agent Carter and Daredevil. Assume that comments may contain spoilers for everything.

THE RULES:

01. Leave a comment with two or more characters from the MCU 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 the 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 fine. Replying to your own prompt is fine. Anon commenting is fine. Coming back and posting a fill two months later is fine. Posting your fanwork elsewhere is fine.

I will link to fills in this post as they come in.

Fills:

Angie/Peggy
Angie/Peggy, home by strix_alba
Angie/Peggy, a good cup of tea by frith_in_thorns

Bruce/Natasha
Bruce/Natasha, hold by jamaillith

Bruce/Natasha/Steve
Natasha/Bruce/Steve, family by thebonesofferalletters
Bruce/Natasha, running by celeste9

Bucky/Peggy
Bucky/Peggy, test by gwyn

Bucky/Steve
Steve/Bucky, baseball by alafaye
Steve/Bucky, baseball #2 by gwyn
Steve/Bucky, soft by thebonesofferalletters
Steve/Bucky, candles by applegnat
Steve/Bucky, candles #2 by recessional
Steve/Bucky, heart by recessional
Steve/Bucky, rooftops by thebonesofferalletters
Steve/Bucky, soft #2 by recessional
Steve/Bucky, shower by recessional

Claire/Matt
Matt/Claire, daylight by pearwaldorf

Clint/Darcy
Clint/Darcy, milkshakes by topaz119

Clint/Laura
Clint Barton/Laura Barton, unexpected by kayim

Clint/Natasha
Clint/Natasha, perfunctory by recessional

Daniel/Jack/Peggy
Peggy/Daniel/Jack, drowning by sholio

Foggy/Marci
Foggy/Marci - alcohol and bad choices by sholio (TW: aftermath of an off-camera attempted assault)

Foggy/Matt
Foggy/Matt, hospital by sholio
Matt Murdock/Foggy Nelson, spin the bottle by devilc

Helen/Sif
Helen Cho/Sif, teamwork by longwhitecoats

Maria/Sam
Sam/Maria Hill, coffee by recessional

Maria/Wanda
Maria/Wand, broken by x_dark_siren_x

Natasha/Pepper
Pepper/Natasha, suits by isagel

Natasha/Rhodey/Sam/Steve/Vision/Wanda
Natasha/Rhodey/Sam/Steve/Vision/Wanda, team building by sholio

Natasha/Steve
Natasha/Steve, home by thebonesofferalletters

Pepper/Tony
Tony/Pepper, party by igrockspock

Pepper/Vision
Vision/Pepper, genderfluidity by jamaillith

Peter/Rocket
Peter Quill/Rocket, drunk by longwhitecoats

Sam/Steve
Sam/Steve, return by longwhitecoats
Sam/Steve, commanding by astolat
Sam/Steve, pool table by gwyn
Sam/Steve, bedtime story by gwyn
Sam/Steve, breakfast by monanotlisa
Sam/Steve, sharing a bed by raanve

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Comments

[topaz119]

"Son," Darcy says, staring down in disbelief and, ok, horror, at the pink, sticky mess that is splashed across her blouse. "Of. A. Bitch."

Did she mention her blouse is silk? And brand new? And technically not in her budget even on clearance? Because, yeah. All of that.

Even better, the whole mess is her own fault. She knows better than to try to answer emails with one hand while she's carrying her lunch tray with the other, even if she hadn't sprung for a rejuvenating strawberry milkshake to shake off the doldrums of too many status meeting calls. She's just going to have to chalk it up to Monday and work out an appropriate consequence for her stupidity later. (Actually, she figures she can just hang the ruined blouse on the wall of her (tiiiiiny) apartment so she can 'enjoy' the view while she sits at home and doesn't spend any money.)

At least the guy whose back she'd blindly walked into had been spared any mess. From the look of him, he's one of the grad student/lab rats and Darcy knows they have enough to deal with just from trying to keep up with the head geeks. Darcy waves him off and gets herself out of line to go find the nearest bathroom to see if there's anything she can salvage.

Of course, Gaston (NB: Not actually his name, but it works better in a professional setting than The Dickwad From Marketing), who'd taken Darcy not wanting a second date as a threat to his social standing (hell, she hadn't exactly wanted a first date, but she and Jane had been new to the facility and she'd been a little lonely, honest mistake) is smirking at her from two steps away.

"Tell me, Lewis," he says, grinning like an ape (which is just insulting to the simian species in Darcy's opinion) at the rest of his group of slavering idiots/zombies/friends, "does your mil--"

"If the next words out of your mouth involve 'milkshake' or 'yard,' I will taze you until you piss yourself," Darcy snarls. Evidently, she has reached some sort of perfect storm of not-giving-a-shit, because he actually stops talking and just sort of backs away until she whirls and storms off.

Fortunately, the Ladies room off the cafeteria is empty. Unfortunately, the spill is even worse than she'd feared. She stares at her reflection in the mirror and really, just wants to cry. There's no way she can go back out like this, but it'll take hours to get home and changed, and see above, re: no fucking money to go buy even a crappy t-shirt.

"Okay, Lewis," Darcy says to her reflection. "Get a grip and think."

She considers her options as she peels the shirt off and wets some paper towels to start getting the stickiness off her skin. Jane probably has an extra lab coat Darcy can borrow. It'll look stupid, but Jane tends to wear them oversized, so there's at least a chance it'll button over Darcy's chest and not be indecent. It's at least something, Darcy decides.

"Okay, odds on Jane actually having her phone turned on and near her body?" Darcy asks her reflection. "Yeah, not good." Before she can fish her phone out of her purse, there's a knock at the door. "Go away," Darcy sings out. She's actually kind of proud she managed not to use any profanity.

"C'mon, Darce," Clint calls. "It's just me."

"I appreciate the support, but I'm not putting this damn shirt back on, so let me text Jane and try to figure something out."

"I got you covered," Clint says. "Unlock the door."

Darcy seriously doubts that—aside from his field gear, his wardrobe basically consists of UnderArmor tight enough that there's no way she could get her boobs in it, and torn up t-shirts with holes in strategically bad places—but maybe she can fake her way through the day with one of his jackets.

"Fine," she sighs, and flips the deadbolt. He opens the door just enough to slide inside, which Darcy appreciates, since she really isn't all that keen on flashing anyone walking by outside. Flashing the guy she is currently fuckbuddying with (and okay, maybe a little more than that, but they haven't actually, y'know, talked about things yet) is another story, but even that's not going her way, as it is definitely not a sexy-bra day. He doesn't seem to care, which is actually pretty predictable, but Darcy does have standards.

"Wow, you really did a number on this," Clint says, picking up the damned blouse and eyeing it with a semi-professional eye (Darcy has seen some of the shit he's come back covered in from the weirder Avengers' calls, so if he's impressed, she guesses she really did it up right.)

"Thanks, I hadn't noticed," she snips back at him, crossing her arms and glaring until he smirks cheerfully at her and she can roll her eyes. (Hey, snark is the lifeblood of their relationship. It just is what it is.)

"As much as I hate to cover you up right now, I brought you this," Clint says, holding out a plastic bag. "You left it at my place last month–I stuck it in my bag, but kept forgetting to give it to you--"

"Ohhh," Darcy says, snatching the bag out of his hands and all but waving the black t-shirt she finds in it. "You totally get a pass the next time you forget I'm waiting for you 'cause you're down on the range."

"I will remind you of that," Clint says.

"I know you will." Darcy pulls the shirt over her head, and in the first break she's caught yet, it's not even a bad match for the skirt she's wearing. Plus, it smells a little like Clint—the warm leather of his arm guards under the sharp metallic bite of his arrows, topped off with the mint from the gum he chews when he's on the range. Darcy can totally deal with wrapping herself up in that (also, she acknowledges that liking it as much as she does means she probably should take the hint and talk to him about what she thinks they both already know, but one crisis at a time.) "We probably won't make it til the end of the week before you're gonna need to."

She picks up the ruined blouse and turns on the water in the sink. It's probably hopeless, but she should try—

"Ho, wait, wait," Clint says, snatching the blouse out of her hands. "Nat says not to do anything to it, just get it right to her cleaner." He drops it into the plastic bag. "No guarantees, but if he can't get it clean, nobody can." He looks at where Darcy is staring at him. "I got it—it's your conference call day, right?"

"Right," Darcy says, nodding. She's a little off-balance, because nowhere in her life plan did the goal of having an Avenger dropping off her laundry appear, but it's definitely time to allow an exception to her No-Romantic-Shit-At-The-Office rule. "Thank you." She leans up and presses a kiss to the side of his mouth. "I'll be more demonstrative later tonight."

"Oh, good," Clint says. "Cause I gotta tell you that watching you threaten Dickwad kinda turned me on."

"Pfft," Darcy says with a sort of airy lightness that is just bubbling through her. "What doesn't turn you on, Barton?"

"About you?" Clint traces his thumb over Darcy's cheekbone, which does completely unfair things to Darcy's breathing. "There isn't much that doesn't turn me on," to which Darcy feels the only proper response is a for-real kiss, one that's slow and unhurried, where she's pressed close with her arms wrapped his neck and both of them licking into the others mouth. It's pretty fucking spectacular, at least until Darcy's phone bings at her and reminds them where they are.

"Definitely picking this up later tonight," Clint tells her with one final brush of his mouth on hers, and leaves her to neaten up her hair and get her breathing under control. She's still a little flushed when she follows a few minutes later, but there are definitely worse ways the day could have gone.

Definitely.

[grammarwoman]

EEEE!!! Oh, this is PERFECT! I love your Darcy voice, and that she and Clint are in a Thing that is teetering on the brink of something more, and all the other little details (Nat giving advice on a cleaner, Gaston, Jane's big labcoats) that make this so enjoyable.

Thank you thank you thank you!

[topaz119]

You're welcome; I'm so glad you liked it! I had fun with that prompt, and then I went to clean it up to post at AO3 and more started nudging its way out of my brain, so there def will be more in the continuing saga of the intern & her laundry. ;D

[grammarwoman]

:) :) :)

[gwyn]

Oh, this is adorbs. I love that Darcy knows they're on the cusp of something else that she has to talk about, but meanwhile Clint's riding to her rescue and that's great. (And the thing about his tight Under Armour and getting her boobs in that! Hah!)

[topaz119]

UnderArmour and a figure like Darcy's do not mix easily! I'm so glad it all worked for you!