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

[ceridweyn_lin.livejournal.com]

"Was it Natalie, this time?" Clint pulls back, face tentative and eyes serious, but his hand (rough and callused and familiar, above anything else) is still cupping the back of her neck. Natasha exhales and leans forward, resting her forehead against his. She closes her eyes.

"Sorry."

"You were in California. I thought you'd come back with more of a tan."

"You were in New Mexico. I would have said the same."

"It was surprisingly rainy." She can hear the smirk in Clint's voice. His thumb traces the bones leading from her skull to her spine and she shivers, just a little. "It's okay, Tasha."

"No," Natasha says, "it's not."

"Yes it is," Clint responds, and the edge, the fierceness in his voice makes her eyes snap open. He stares at her, nose to nose, and she can feel his breath on her cheeks. "That's why you got me, right? To remind you."

"We remind each other," she says, and his hands drop to her waist. "Oh-- no new scars, not this time."

"Good. I'm glad." He has big hands, strong ones, and he can span her waist, make her feel small when she allows it. He pulls her closer until every inch of her is pressed up against every inch of him, until her breathing slows and synchronizes with his. He exhales. "You shouldn't have to get scars just cause you were stuck dealing with Tony Stark."

Natasha hums noncommittally, and traces his cheekbone. "Better," she says, and kisses him again. It feels entirely good, this kiss, and she feels it when he smiles against her mouth, purposeful hands slipping lower on her back.

"Better," Clint confirms. He's insistent and tastes like mint, and maybe he needs to shave, because his stubble scratches a little against her jaw, but it's familiar: this is what she knows, and this, at least, is something she'll always have to come back to.

[goodbyebird]

♥

[ceridweyn_lin.livejournal.com]

Bruce/Darcy, you just know

[cathalin]

Ohh, beautiful! I love the detail with the hand on the knee, the careful approach. <3

[cathalin]

Ahhh, this is adorable, and really made me realize how attracted to Natasha Pepper likely would be! haha of course they make interrogation jokes. <3

[cathalin]

Ohhh, I love how it's Bruce's fear that's highlighted here, and how they understand so much about each other without words. This is beautiful.

[wendelah1]

This is really cute.

Re: Clint/Natasha, "So quietly to catch"

[cathalin]

Oh wow, this is stunningly beautiful. I love all these insights into their relationship, and what they give to each other.

Re: uh, mild warning for Clint using Special, Slightly Gorey Imagery

[cathalin]

Oh wow, this is awesome. Haha the patronizing head kiss is great, and I especially love how they both know she's herself because she won't kill Clint.

[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!!!

[such_heights]

The tower is still a wreck and not really any place for houseguests. Still, Pepper supposes that Dr Banner probably isn't particularly high maintenance (unlike some super genius scientists she could mention), so hopefully he won't mind too much. As long as the Hulk doesn't put in an unexpected appearance complete with demands for guest quarters that miraculously don't look like aliens just tried to blow them up, they should be fine.

She kisses Tony goodbye before he heads out to witness Loki's defeated return to Asgard (not that she knows anything about any of that) for whatever the alien Norse god version of trial by supreme court is. She goes to check on the room she's set up for Bruce - there's not much in there, but she's put a few sets of clothes in the dresser after Tony had bemoaned the state of Bruce's wardrobe to at her length. JARVIS is always around should anything else come up, but there's a bed and a bathroom and a coffee maker and a computer, which seems to cover all of the necessities.

She's read the files, but she trusts Tony's judgement far more. He's actually an excellent judge of character when he wants to be, and if he likes and trusts Bruce, Pepper's sure she will too. Besides, Tony with a crush is one of the most endearing varieties of Tony that she knows, and she's more than happy to facilitate it. For all that Tony plays up his playboy, many notches on the bedpost reputation, he's actually been much less interested in casual hookups with other people since they started dating, perhaps because when it comes down to it he'd rather be having sex with someone he cares about as a person, given the chance. It's one of Tony's many secrets that Pepper expects to take to the grave.

She gets an alert from JARVIS to say that Mr Stark & guest are about to arrive, so she hurries down in the elevator to meet them. Although she knows that Tony's fine, Manhattan's still torn to shreds all around her and after watching it all from an unbearable distance, she's going to be much happier whenever he's in her direct vision for the immediate future. (She can still see the shaky camera footage of that tiny red and gold figure shooting up towards a hole in the sky, and she'd really prefer to make some new memories to write over that one.)

She reaches the lobby just as the front door swings open and Tony and Bruce walk in. Bruce is looking a little awkward, but Tony's arm is swung easily around him and he's grinning, pulling his sunglasses off.

"Hi honey, I'm home," he sing-songs. "I brought you a present!"

"Now really, that's no way to talk about your guest," says Pepper. "I do apologise on his behalf, Bruce, though I'm afraid he's more or less always like this."

Bruce smiles, looking a little worried but pleased. "I'm starting to figure, yeah."

Tony swings a magnanimous hand between them. "Bruce, meet my lady love, the magnificent Pepper Potts."

"Lady love?" Pepper mouths. "Really?"

Tony shrugs airily. "And Pepper, my sweet, this is Dr Bruce Banner, one of the greatest minds of our generation and occasional big green rage monster."

"But Bruce is fine."

"It's so nice to meet you," Pepper says. Bruce goes for the handshake while she moves to kiss his cheek, and they bump a little awkwardly together.

"Sorry," Bruce says. "Social niceties, still refreshing my memory on some of them."

"Just make sure you don't pick up any of Tony's many bad habits in the meantime, won't you?"

"I make no promises."

"Aaaaanyway," Tony says, stepping neatly between them and holding Pepper's hips. "Bruce, if you'll excuse me for a second I need to make out with Pepper."

"Oh! Ah, sure, go right ahead." Bruce steps back and examines the ceiling with great interest.

Pepper tilts her head and narrows her eyes. "Tony," she starts, reproachful, because this seems a little rude. But Tony's right there being all cute with his face, so her objections fade away again.

She rests her arms on his shoulders and leans in to meet him. They kiss lazily, Tony tightening his hold on her hips while she sinks into the warm familiarity of their mouths sliding together. She draws back with a satisfied hum, and the look of open affection and happiness on Tony's face does wonders for her soul.

Tony reaches out behind them and tugs Bruce forward.

"Um," Bruce says. "I really don't mind giving you two some space, it's fine."

"See, Pepper, he's so cute!" Tony plants a wet, smacking kiss on Bruce's cheek, beaming at both of them. "Can we keep him?"

Pepper leans in and pecks a kiss on Bruce's other cheek. She's gratified to watch him turn a delectable shade of pink - it suits him just as much as the green does.

"Of course we can," she says.

[thingswithwings]

HEARTS IN MY EYES! I love Pepper's POV, how she's exasperated but charmed by Tony, and how she loves facilitating Tony's crushes . . . awwww! Also her quiet need to see Tony after he's been in danger is really lovely. And Bruce is so adorable! omg! I DEFINITELY WOULD LIKE THEM TO KEEP HIM AMY!

Re: Don't Burst My Bubble (Pepper/Tony)

[spatz]

Yay, I'm glad you liked it! I'm still not over the movie turning my belief in Tony/Pepper 180 degrees, from "possibly unhealthy" back around to "too adorable for anything but threesomes". ;)

Pepper thought she was going to relax with the bath, but I'm pretty sure she ends up relaxed anyway. Tony is very goal-oriented.

Re: Don't Burst My Bubble (Pepper/Tony)

[spatz]

They get all the credit for that! But thank you :)

Re: Don't Burst My Bubble (Pepper/Tony)

[spatz]

They work very well together, I think, but I suspect very few of their plans survive contact with the other person. In a good way!

[ashen_key]

*squeaks* Oh, them. I love it - it's all quiet and complicated and yesss.

Thank you so much!

[ashen_key]

I have lots of Natasha feelings. Ah, Nataaaaaaasha.

I'm glad you liked! :D

[spatz]

The Starks were dead.

It was all over the news, and all anyone could talk about. The funeral sounded like it was going to be more of a parade than a procession, two reporters had tried to get comments from them on the way in, and the next room was full of Rhodey's future superiors, but all Rhodey could see was the way Tony's hands were shaking as he tried to knot his tie.

"Hey, c'mon, let me do that," Rhodey said, covering Tony's fingers with his, and riding out the reflexive jerk as Tony tried to pull away. "You're gonna make us late," he added gruffly, and watched from under his lashes for Tony's reaction. He was so tense it almost hurt to look at him, all of his usual grace and efficiency suffocating under the weight of it.

Thankfully, Tony took the excuse, and the defensive curl of his shoulders relaxed slightly. "Just don't screw it up," he grumbled.

"Hey, you're the one who taught me, remember?" Rhodey said. "It's your own damn fault if I get it wrong."

Miraculously, this won a faint half-smile from Tony.

The lesson - if you could call it that - had happened at MIT, at the farewell dinner for the parents before R/O Week kicked off. He'd gone to the restroom to fix his tie, which had suffered the inevitable fate of being shoved into a pocket earlier and was completely undone. While he was staring down his reflection, cursing, this kid had sauntered in, taken in the situation in a glance, and ambushed him: insulted his choice of knot, yanked Rhodey down to his height, and retied it for him, babbling the whole time about Windsor versus four-in-hand and fabric types. Rhodey had been too surprised to stop him. 

Assuming that was the end of it, he'd left with a muttered thanks, but the kid had followed him out to his parents' table, sat down without asking, and proceeded to draw a series of perfectly rendered diagrams of every tie knot he knew. On a napkin. With equations. His parents, the traitors, had thought it was hilarious and somehow charming; they'd been so uncomfortable at MIT up to that point that Rhodey couldn't bring himself to ask the kid why he wasn't sitting with his own family, not when they were laughing like that.

He had been halfway through their ensuing argument about the aerodynamics of assorted salad vegetables before he realized that the kid was Tony Stark. 

Thank god he hadn't asked.

Rhodey tightened the knot - Windsor, formal and just right for the collar of Tony's shirt - and cupped Tony's neck with one hand. He was breathing unsteadily, his head ducked so that Rhodey couldn't see his face. For a moment, he hesitated, weighing Tony's unpredictable pride against his clear need - then cursed himself for being a coward, and bent to place a kiss on Tony's temple. He rested his cheek on Tony's hair afterward, so careful, and Tony leaned into him, his breath stuttering against Rhodey's neck. 

And for just a moment, Rhodey carried him.

Then the door clicked open, Obediah strode in, and Tony snapped upright, blank-eyed and tight as a wire once again. Rhodey wanted to cry. He knew Tony hadn't.

Rhodey won't tell Tony it will be alright, or that he's sorry, because neither of those things were entirely true. Tony wouldn't accept them even if they were. But he could get Tony's back, no matter what.

Someday, Tony will let go, and he'll need to someone there to catch him when he does.

[ashen_key]

Ah, kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiids. This gives me all the feelings, I love it.

Re: fill: Natasha/Rhodey, competence

[sinensis]

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

[stevie]

not accepted. not needed.

"You shot at me." Hill doesn't advance on him, but Clint feels cornered anyway. It's her eyes. They are vicious on a good day. And apparently today isn't a good day.

"Yes, ma'am. That's why I'm apologizing." Clint bows his head slightly, keeping her in his sights because she will go for his throat. He's just trying to gauge when that might occur and if his proximity to the door will hinder his chances.

He never should have let her turn them around.

She moves her shoulders but doesn't unwind, and says, "And why would I want your apology?"

"Because you know, ma'am, that if I were going to shoot you, you'd have been shot. I shot near you from what I can gather. And you were unharmed."

She moves then, and Clint can't get to the side fast enough. She is in his face, and he realizes it's less than he deserves. Hill may not be Natasha, but she's trained and she's fast and she's determined.

He meets her eyes head on after she pulls his head back and traps his arm behind him. He could get out of it if he wanted to, but she needs this. And Clint is used to it.

"You know I understand that, right, Barton? That I don't need you patronizing me alongside you shooting at me, bombing my bridge, and knocking me out?"

"With all due respect, ma'am-"

"Shut the hell up, Barton." She releases him then, wipes her hands down her sides like she's smoothing out, getting rid of the feel of him. "No one that ever says that means to respect the other person."

"I do, though. You know. Right? And I-"

"Don't take orders well. Never have. Weren't you ordered off my bridge? Didn't I just tell you to shut the hell up? Jesus, Barton."

She turns back to him, close, and he lets her. Lets her decide what move needs making next.

Clint understands.

It's probably the worst part of all of it.

He doesn't look at her when she says, "I don't want your apology. Just wanted you to know what happened here. And that I dealt with it." She puts one of her hands on his shoulder, brushes it off, rests it back. Clint doesn't know if he's still supposed to avoid looking at her. It seems wiser all the way around.

Then she speaks again, low and strong, "I do know some things about capture. And torture. And redeeming yourself."

Clint looks up at her at that. She shrugs like, I'm SHIELD. And Clint wonders that maybe that's the worst part.

Then she leans in and kisses him hard, once, eyes squeezed shut and hand fisted in his shirt sleeve. She's done fast and nods. Clint smirks at her, a what was that for. She doesn't fall for it.

"Now get off my damn ship and go find Captain Rogers. We lift off in two hours."

Clint nods to her, respect making his heels click together.

Re: fill: Natasha/Rhodey, competence

[azephirin]

Love this! What an incredibly badass pairing!

Re: Beware: gory imagery.

[workerbee73]

**thud**

I absolutely adore this.

[workerbee73]

This pulled all the heartstrings. Gorgeous.

Bedrest

[jain]

"Now, don't get him too excited," the nurse cautioned. "Your friend's been through a lot, and he's still on the mend."

Bucky resisted the urge to roll his eyes--he wasn't stupid--and answered with a polite, "Yes, ma'am."

She smiled kindly at him. "Fifteen minutes, okay?" His face must have given away his shock of disappointment, because her smile slipped away to be replaced by a sympathetic look. "I know, but he really does need his rest. You can come back this afternoon, and maybe even this evening, too, if he's not too tired."

"Okay," Bucky said, impatient with the need to see Steve right now. He could try to sweet talk one of the nurses into letting him stay for a longer visit later, when they'd all seen how much better Steve felt when Bucky was around.

The nurse smiled at him again and motioned him towards an open door. "He's right in there. I'll be back in fifteen minutes."

Bucky remembered to say, "Thanks," at the last second, when he was already through the doorway. Steve was down at the very end of the room, just visible behind the screen that sheltered his bed. There were other beds lined up along the walls, most of them filled with other sick kids, but Bucky didn't pay them any mind. He hurried down the length of the room--not running, but close--and peeked around the screen to make sure Steve was awake.

He was, his eyes fixed on the window by his bed, staring at the tenement across the street, and Bucky's eyes followed his by habit, trying to see what Steve saw. The building looked busy and alive: laundry flapping in the wind, birds settling on the windowsills for a moment before flying away again, a few kids playing on the fire escape.

"Nice view," he said, and Steve's head whipped around to look at him, already grinning.

"Bucky!" he said.

There was a chair next to Steve's bed and Bucky sat down, dragging it closer to the bedside a little gingerly. Steve was even skinnier than usual, his face pale in a way that was almost a relief after having seen the bright red rash from his scarlet fever, but that still didn't look healthy. Bucky was half-scared to breathe on him, he looked so fragile.

Of course, Steve being Steve, he didn't let how bad he had to be feeling slow him down for an instant. He nodded at the window and said, "This is new. They had me in an isolation ward until this morning--didn't want the disease to spread--and the only view in there was of the brick wall ten feet across the alley. Wish they'd let me have a pencil and paper now, but the doctor says I need to rest."

"Maybe I could smuggle something in," Bucky volunteered. "They're only letting me stay a few minutes, but I'm allowed to come back this afternoon."

Steve's face lit up, and Bucky added sternly, "But only if you promise to take it easy. I can't see how just drawing could hurt you, but it's no good if you get so excited about your picture that you don't sleep when you need it."

"I promise," Steve said. "Trust me, I don't wanna be here any longer than I have to. I'm just going stir crazy in here with nothing to do."

"I bet," Bucky said. He hated being sick himself, and all of his illnesses were mild enough that he could at least stay at home for them, with his own toys and books and his annoying little sister for company.

"I'm really glad you came to visit me," Steve added, sounding almost shy, and Bucky flushed with embarrassment and pleasure. As if he hadn't been twice as wild to see Steve as Steve was to see him.

"The neighborhood hasn't been the same without you," he said.

"Oh, yeah?" Steve said, obviously not believing him even though Bucky was only speaking the truth. He coughed abruptly once, twice, and Bucky felt the sound seize in his own chest, but Steve just shook his head in muted frustration. "Well, what's been happening that I should know about?" he asked when he'd caught his breath.

"Not much," Bucky said, shrugging. He told Steve about the black and white puppy Harry Whalen had gotten and about the Studebaker President Eight sedan he'd seen parked right around the block for half an hour and how Billy Ross had cut his middle finger almost to the bone playing mumblety-peg. (He didn't tell Steve about how he'd been the one to scrounge up a mostly clean handkerchief for Billy's finger and to walk him home, both of them furiously ignoring the tears spilling down Billy's cheeks.)

Steve was quieter than usual, though he nodded along with all of Bucky's stories, his eyes bright and interested, and Bucky found himself talking faster like he wanted to reward Steve's attention. Or maybe it was just that he wanted to distract himself from that uncanny quiet, disrupted occasionally by the heartstopping sound of Steve's coughs. A couple of times, Steve let Bucky pass him the glass of water on his bedside table, but mostly he waved it away and asked for Bucky to continue his story.

Much too soon, the nurse who'd shown him to Steve's room was back. Bucky forced a smile even though his stomach was sinking in disappointment. "Sorry, it's time," the nurse said; Steve's face went blank, just as it always did when he was upset about something and didn't want to show it.

"I'm coming," Bucky said and stood up. The nurse, who seemed pretty swell as far as nurses went, gave him an encouraging nod and stepped away a few feet to give Bucky a chance to say goodbye.

"I'll be back real soon," Bucky promised. "You should try to take a nap now, so that you're awake when I get back, okay?"

Steve nodded, a determined look on his face that Bucky would've thought meant no more than that Steve resolved to follow his advice except that he also said, "Sure, Bucky. But, listen, it's okay if you can't come back today, if you're too busy. I know it's not a lot of fun--"

"Stop being stupid," Bucky interrupted fiercely. "You're the most fun, always."

Steve gave him the look that meant he thought Bucky was just being nice, when Bucky wasn't, not at all; he was way too selfish to be as nice as Steve believed he was. That expression always made Bucky feel like a heel, but even more so when Steve still looked so sick and when it hadn't been three days since Bucky had stopped worrying that Steve might die. Bucky choked a little on the sudden lump in his throat and leaned down to kiss Steve's thin cheek, too damned grateful to have Steve there to worry about his own dignity.

"I'll be back this afternoon," he said roughly, not quite able to meet Steve's eyes. Then he whispered, "Think of a good hiding place for your paper and pencil."

The smile that lit up Steve's face was too bright to ignore, and Bucky grinned back at him helplessly for a long moment until the nurse cleared her throat pointedly, and he had to skedaddle before she got annoyed enough to disinvite him from returning later.