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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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Clint/any: wide open sky

Edited 2012-06-29 09:52 (UTC)

(Um, sorry. This got kinda long for a comment.)

SHIELD is happy when Tony announces that the newly-rechristened Avengers tower is open for business and he bullies the whole team (and then some) into moving in - at least, as happy as any classified organization of spies, assassins, and bureaucratic heavies can get. (Clint is convinced that the agents take Botox with their daily multivitamins so the expressions on their faces never curl up into a grin. Frowns and scowls, on the other hand, they have down cold.)

Clint, though, is less than thrilled to move into quarters where the exits are limited by windows sealed against a drop of hundreds of feet. He shakes off Tony’s charm and tries to say no to the offer, but Natasha lifts a deadpan eyebrow at him, and suddenly all his crap is in a new apartment. Granted, it’s much bigger than anything he’s had in civilian life, and he suspects Pepper’s subtle hand in the decorations that somehow fit with his style, but he reserves the right to be an asshole about it while he gets used to his new digs.

He spends a week prowling around, looking for dead spots in the security and potential cache sites for his weapons. He suspects Tony has had a word with his pet AI JARVIS, because cameras politely whir and point away as he scrambles through air ducts and ceiling supports, and he doesn’t get shot or sliced up with lasers or whatever other measures Tony has had installed.

It takes some wiggling, but finally he finds a way up to a small flat spot near the top of the building, out of sight of Tony’s landing pad and basically inaccessible to anyone not airborne or taller than him. His sense of accomplishment dims when he finds a subtle design scratched in the shape of an hourglass: of course Natasha has beaten him there. She’s left off any further signs that would indicate that she’s claimed the spot, or that he’d be in immediate danger to linger there, so he shrugs and enjoys the wide open sky for a while.

It becomes his spot to retreat to when the crowd gets to him. Thor, back from Asgard, is pleased to be reunited with Jane. Jane, judging from her vocalizations that penetrate the soundproofed walls, is even happier. Tony and Pepper appear to have invited Bruce into their bedroom. Natasha is looking smug and Steve is blushing. Clint grits his teeth and goes through a lot of lube by himself.

Then Jane’s friend Darcy moves in, grumbling about jack-booted thugs and security details. She’s cute - OK, she’s hot, and stacked, and the kind of snarky that really gets him going. He can tell she doesn’t mind the view when her eyes linger on his biceps and his ass. But she’s busy getting trained as a new SHIELD hire, and he is trying his hardest to keep up with the team as they’re sent out again and again to defend New York and the wider East Coast area from a never-ending supply of super-powered megalomaniacs.

He’s looking forward to some quiet time up on the roof and somehow manages to miss the telltale marks of an enthusiastic beginning explorer, so he’s surprised and a little bit pissed off when he opens the hatch to find Darcy sprawled on the cushion he’d dragged up there. She squeaks and flails at him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Barton, don’t you knock?” Her impressive chest is rising and falling as she tries to catch her startled breath. “Seriously, go be ninja-stealthy somewhere else.”

“This is my somewhere else,” he says, glad his sunglasses hide where his gaze has landed. “Who do you think furnished the place?”

A smile quirks at her lips. “What, no beer fridge, novelty lights, or patio umbrella to enhance the ambiance?”

“An umbrella would be a little difficult to get up here. Not to mention that it would block the view.” He points upward to the clear blue sky.

Her eyes follow the motion, and she sighs. “I bet you can’t see anything at night, though, with all this light pollution. Damn, I miss New Mexico sometimes.”

“Me, too,” he agrees. Granted, it had been a land of wide open flatness, but with the right equipment, he could still get a good high vantage point, and the night skies had been incredible.

“Right, you were involved in the Thor shitshow.” She nods. “I might not have minded SHIELD stealing all of our crap if you’d been one of the lackeys.” She thinks it over. “Nah, I probably would have wanted to taze your ass, too. I still haven’t gotten my iPod back.”

He bows slightly. “My ass appreciates the lack of high voltage.”

“Are you kidding? Your ass is high voltage.” Darcy claps a hand over her mouth. “Shit. I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

Clint chuckles. “You did, thanks. May I offer the same appreciation for your -” He tries to think of a way to finish his statement that won’t get him slapped, and fails.

“My rack is pretty great, yeah.” She grins down at herself and back up at him. “Why don’t you have a seat?”

He refrains from pointing out that it’s his seat to offer and lowers himself down. They sit in companionable silence for a while.

“Thanks,” she says out of nowhere.

“For what?”

“For not being party to the frantic coupling and tripling going on downstairs. It’s like some really bad 90s sitcom. I‘d feel totes awkward about being the lonely singleton in that group.” She looks over sideways at him. “Unless Jane has missed telling me something?”

“No, trust me, it was beyond awkward.” Clint bumps her shoulder with his. “And right back atcha.”

“You know,” Darcy says thoughtfully, “it’s not that I’m against coupling, per se.”

“Really.” His nonchalance is spoiled by the smile he can’t hide.

She bumps him back. “And you?”

“I’ve got no problems with you not being against coupling.” His smile is getting wider.

“Jerk!” Her shove almost knocks him over before he grabs and flips her so she’s underneath him. She shrieks, but she’s grinning up at him when he’s done. “Now who’s blocking the view?”

“I was kind of hoping you’d be closing your eyes, anyway,” he says, and leans in slowly. She meets him halfway in a kiss, and sure enough, her eyes slip closed. His do, too; it’s a damned nice kiss. The next one is even better, and the one after that, and the one after that.

Oh, don't apologize! this made me giggle. Thank you so much!

Yay! I'm glad you liked it. :)

Oh, this was wonderful! Much fun.

Thank you! I really like them as a pairing.

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This is awesome! I love this pairing, and your banter is brilliant!

:) Thank you! I'm really fond of the pairing, too, mainly because of their banter.

A/N: I need to stop answering my own prompts. *facepalms* Title comes from the Dire Straits song Romeo and Juliet

like the stars above

I.

Tomorrow, the circus will arrive in Guadalajara. There'll be a parade, which in current cold snap is going to be little fun, and they'll be in the city for weeks. Living on a field, sure, but there'll be buildings and cars and trash, and the sky always seems smaller in the city. Too many lights hitting the clouds and smog until the sky is low over his head.

Right now, though, the sky is clear and big, a huge doom curving over him and the whole damn world, hung with stars that are nothing like stage lights. Clint, lying on the roof of his boyfriend's caravan, shifts so his head is cushioned by his arm and idly tries to find constellations.

Ramón, lying next to him, laces his fingers with Clint's, and says nothing. Tomorrow, when everyone is awake, it'll be noisy with English and Spanish and circus-slang being shouted here and there. Tomorrow it'll be loud, parade and cars and then the din of the city.

But right now, it's quiet, with the wide, open sky full of stars and all the possibilities in the world. Even Ramón is still, and he's so rarely still. His hands move, his body tilts this way and that as he talks; he moves in ragged jeans and faded T-shirt like he's never left the stage and is about to leap, grab the trapeze and fly.

Not that the stillness lasts.

Ramón shifts slightly to kiss him, all slow and lingering so they don't disturb anyone, and for a glorious moment, there's nowhere else Clint'd rather be.

II.

By some miracle of Army bureaucracy, he and Bobbi got leave at the same time, so they packed up her car and just drove until they felt like stopping. And here they are, on some obscure little beach in the middle of nowhere, listening to the waves and watching the stars. Or, well, Clint's listening to the waves and Bobbi, because spur-of-the-moment roadtrips aside, Bobbi is a girl who likes plans. She's full of them, her mind conjuring them up until they spill out and fill the air with earnest possibilities.

(Not that she'd appreciate being called earnest.)

She's talking about when she gets out, about getting to college, about studying biology or chemistry or maybe both, and Clint's got some idea that this is all supposed to...

He doesn't know. Romantic, maybe? Beautiful star-sparkling sky, nice beach, his girl in a good mood.

But he listens, and the wide open sky isn't working like it should, because he's finding it hard to breathe.

She gets out next year.

“Marry me,” he says, and Bobbi stops mid-sentence, her mouth still open.

“Huh?”

He's grinning at her because this could work, it could, he doesn't do plans, but this is a brilliant one. “Barbara Morse, will you marry me?”

She says, “Yes,” and she only says, “Yes,” before she reaches over and kisses him, no clever comment or sarcasm like there would be if she caught his true meaning:

Don't leave me.

III.

He can't concentrate on the sky.

It's curved like a giant bowl, all wide and full of stars, but it's just a visual trick. The stars aren't neatly pressed against a surface but scattered throughout time and space. Probably half of those stars are just illusions, the ghostly aftermath of suns long since destroyed.

Somewhere amongst those stars is Loki. Somewhere amongst those stars are the people who gave him that damn sceptre. He'd settle for just killing Loki, but he wasn't allowed.

Natasha shuts the door of her car with a quiet thump, and he can hear the crunch of her boots as she walks around the vehicle. She leans against the car next to him, hands in her pockets and body slouched. The slouch is deceptive – she could slide into action on a hair-trigger – and that makes it a little easier to breathe.

“Long weekend coming up,” he says eventually. “We could take off.” Properly, not just driving to the nearest rest area outside San Diego's sprawl.

“We could,” she allows, and he can feel her glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. Then she says, “Clint.”

“I'm fine.” It's automatic, and so blatantly incorrect that even he has to fix it. “I'm better.”

She goes mm quietly, and then moves so her head rests against his shoulder. “Where would we go?”

“No idea,” Clint says, and the idea pleases him. “Just, you know. Wherever.”

“I'll even let you drive,” Natasha says, voice wry enough that she's putting it on. For him, to make him smile.

It works. “I knew I married you for a reason. Road-trips.”

“I thought it was because I bring you coffee.”

“I'm a complicated guy,” he says, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “I can have many reasons.”

That gets a soft laugh and he smiles, presses a kiss to the side of her head, and remembers how to breathe.

I need to stop answering my own prompts.

Why?!?! This is FANTASTIC!

Oh my gosh, thank you so much! I just feel a little silly, but :D

Carry on answering your own prompts! This is awesome!

Ahaha, thank you! :D

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