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

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Triangular Distribution (part 2/3)

[hederahelix]

Once the first few hurdles had been passed, the memories slowly came back, and the rest of the team gradually drifted away to give the three of them the space they'd need to work through things.

It was then that Steve began to feel like he was living in some kind of fishbowl. Three people, about twelve pasts, and clearly, at least two substantial past relationships that would need sorting out.

The house might be big, but put all that inside it, and it was hard to get away. He saw the hungry look flicker through Natasha's eyes when they were sparring in what used to be the garage. He saw the way she'd close off and pull back when something hurt Bucky. He saw the way she stared out at the ocean as if it could bring her peace when clearly it couldn't.

He also saw the way Bucky's eyes followed Natasha's body. And, really, of course. Even if you didn't factor in their previous relationship, Natasha's body was a beautiful weapon. Finely honed, perfectly tuned, and spectacularly balanced. And that was when she was sitting still. In motion, it was pure magic.

Watching that, though, he often wanted to retreat himself. If he could see that so clearly, he was sure they could see the other parts of the triangle too. He knew how he looked at Bucky when his shirt was off. He was sure they both knew. Natasha was clearly smart enough to suspect that Steve's past with Bucky was something more than—something much closer than just brothers in arms.

None of them were really the kind of folks who talked about those things.

That was understatement. Early on, S.H.I.E.L.D. had insisted on sending in a shrink to help with the process.
It didn't exactly help. Unless help meant provide them all with some entertainment. When they got the message, the team immediately set up a pool. It had actually been entertaining watching Natasha run the poor woman off. Steve had won the bet. Tony had, based on previous experience with said shrink, wagered on 2 days. Bruce was in for 5. Clint came in second at 6. Steve had had weeks by that time to watch the subtlety of Romanov's work, so he'd picked 7 days. Natasha had put in for 8, and she probably would have made it if it hadn't been for the unfortunate response to the idea of thwacking at some sort of stand in for Division X personnel with soft foam bats. The shrink responded less than ideally when Natasha pulled out a pistol and shot the stand ins to pieces.
After they cleaned the mess up, Bucky had genuinely laughed for the very first time, but Steve still wasn't going to give S.H.I.E.L.D. any credit for that.
Two hours later, he'd gotten a text message from Barton that said only "Nat couldn't have pulled that yesterday? I would have won the bet."
A seagull crying out pulled his attention back to the present. He took the phone from Natasha's hand and started reading.
"So long as you take two special forces operators—"

"Can we just be frank and call us—"

Steve paused as he searched for the right word. He hadn't even had time to try any options out when they finished his sentence for him.

"Gods?" Bucky suggested, only a split second before Natasha slapped him at the same time that she offered, "Precision weapons?"

Steve smiled. "Was going to go with Superheroes myself. Gods might be a bit much. Last I checked, all but your arm is human; Natasha's all human, and Thor is not in town, after all."

A flicker of pain and guilt ran through Bucky's face at that, but he dropped the mask back down quickly enough. Easy enough to distract him. "S.H.I.E.L.D. says so long as you take us with you, you are cleared to leave the compound. Short visits only. For which I am grateful."

"Why?" Bucky asked, clearly willing to play along.

"Stark—rather Pepper—may be good at controlling the media, but I'm not sure even she will be able to contain the press if you get turned loose among the women of LA these days. You've been off the market how long?"

Bucky quirked an eyebrow at him. "Too long. Decades, apparently. However, I also think it is only fair to warn you that I'm told these days it's okay with the public if it's not only the women."

Steve raised an eyebrow back. So they were going to play it like that, were they? Bucky never seemed to understand that Steve would never back down from a challenge. They'd had decades of riling each other up, but Bucky was surprised every time. Or he liked it. Steve tried not to think too hard about that possibility. The results were all on Bucky. "JARVIS," Steve asked, "What is our current distance from WeHo?"

"Would you prefer freeways or surface streets, sir?"

Before anyone could say anything in response to that, Natasha leapt up and made for the house at a run. She called out over her shoulder as she went, "I have a fabulous idea." Steve barely heard her, entranced as he was—as he always was—at the graceful way she moved. It was like watching a deer spring across the land—elegant, graceful, powerful. Steve noticed that Bucky was watching her too. Hard not to. Natalia Romanova was quite the woman.

Bucky reached out with his left hand and punched Steve in the arm. "How well you know her, exactly?" he asked, his voice pitched low enough that there was a slight chance she wasn't hearing every single word. Over the last six months, he'd learned that Natalia Romanova had hearing like a teacher. It was creepy. And a little hot, if he was being honest, which he was really trying not to be, especially with Bucky standing close over him with his hand still around Steve's wrist.

"Well enough to know that when she gets like this, she has a plan. When she has a plan, heaven help anyone or anything that gets in her way."

Bucky's hand came to rest on his shoulder. "Oh, Steve. You clearly don't know her as well as you think. When she moves that fast this early in the morning. You should be far more terrified than you are. It's not just a plan to get her moving like this, it's a mission."

Steve plastered a smile on his face. "Who says I'm not terrified?" he winced a little at the truth even he could hear leaking out around his words. "I had acting lessons. I can hide my fear."

Bucky's eyes met his. "Not from me, you can't." Bucky turned away. "You never could from me."

Steve flushed at that because damn it if he wasn't right. "James—"

Bucky smiled. "Don't call me that. It makes me feel like my mom's going to start yelling at me. Or something."

"You want me to call you Yakov instead," he said, unable to keep the tinge of spite from his voice. As soon as the words had left his mouth, he regretted them, but he couldn't take them back. It was impossible to get them back once spoken. More was the pity.

If Steve was being honest with himself, he was on edge. Six months in a house with his ex and his ex's ex, and the three of them trying to find their way through that tangle of emotions was the least complicated thing in this whole arrangement. There were secret Soviet brainwashing techniques and a few run of the mill missions to save the world from alien invasions, or, you know, traffic on the 405 which the locals seemed to take as worse than an influx of Asgardian herd animals. In the midst of all that, the three of them had done very well by not talking about the elephants in the room. He hadn't planned to start now. That last comment—it had just gotten away from him. His control had to slip sometime. He had just hoped it wouldn't be now—not about this.

By the time he'd had long enough to realize that Bucky hadn't responded, Natasha was back with a set of car keys dangling from her hand. "I know just the place for the thee of us to celebrate this excellent development."

Steve raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Apparently, stealth training was a priority for the Soviets. Russians. Whatever. Steve had trouble with that one. When he looked up, Bucky wasn't beside him because Bucky's arms slipped around Natasha from behind as he pulled her into a full body hug. Steve could do nothing but watch as Bucky lifted her up playfully. "Really, Natasha? You think you know me well enough to know how I want to celebrate this?"

Steve wasn't quite sure how she did it, but before he could figure the logistics of it out, Natasha had worked herself free of the hold and was standing, utterly unruffled as always, in front of him, keys still swinging from her outstretched finger. The easy detente between them spoke of a long history of sparring. These were partners who had done this dance before. Many, many times. Their stances were charged with potential energy and restraint, and if he hadn't been so personally embroiled in the emotion of it all—if he'd had any critical distance at all, he might have been able to enjoy how luscious it was to watch that tension simmer between the two of them. "I think I know you both perfectly well enough to know that you're hungry—because the two of your are always hungry—and to know that Steve has never been to an In-N-Out in his life. This is a crime against humanity which must be remedied. We cannot let either of you want for anything on a day like today."

"What, the burger joint? You've brought food from there back here before. Also, I know what a drive-through is. We really need to work on everyone's history instead of just mine. So many of you assume something is before my time when it's not, and—"

She slapped his ass as she moved by him to reach for something on the counter. Her sunglasses, apparently. She slipped one arm into the neck of her shirt. Miraculously, he did not jump in response, but he clearly felt Bucky's eyes watching him like a hawk.

"I am aware that you've been through a drive through before, and that you've both had burgers from In-N-Out, but I want to take you to one," she said, as she grabbed Bucky's hand—his right one, part of her ongoing process of helping Bucky accept all of his new body now that he had Bucky's memories but Winter Soldier's bionics, even if it was now bionics modified by Stark and Banner—and drew him closer to them, "In person. I want to watch his little earnest face when they're so polite and happy when they take the order through the little box."

Bucky smiled, and Steve felt his heart swell. Bucky's smiles were still all too rare, and this one was heavy with that devil-may-care joy that always presaged trouble on the streets of Brooklyn a few lifetimes ago. If being with Natasha could make him look like that—

Well, no matter how painful it would be for Steve, he couldn't possibly deny Bucky that joy. If being with Natasha made Bucky feel like that, then Steve would just have to—

Natasha's fingers snapped in front of his face. "Rogers. I asked you a question."

"Sorry, what?"

"Are you in?"

He got the distinct impression that they were all suddenly talking about something other than hamburgers and drive-throughs. "In what?"

"In on the plane. Maybe we'll go to Tommy's. Neither of you have had that, have you?" she asked, as she drew closer. "Because I am hungry. Starving, in fact."

And then Bucky was moving towards him too. "Uh, Natasha, are you sure about—"

Steve still wasn't quite sure how it had all happened. One moment, he'd been standing there talking about hamburgers, and then next, he was bunched tightly together with two people whose eyes were focused on his lips.