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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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Steve/Bucky, reunion

The message comes from Maria Hill. She doesn't send a digital note or make a phone call; instead, she appears at the door of Steve's Stark Tower apartment, face serious.

"Come with me, Captain Rogers," she says.

"Why? What's going on?"

She deliberately moves her eyes to look suspiciously around the hallway until Steve sighs, grabs his jacket, and says, "I guess you can tell me on the way."

It isn't until they've ridden down the elevator and climbed into a large black vehicle that anyone speaks, and it's Steve who initiates. "You know Stark will find out what's going on anyway. He's not the type to sit around while a SHIELD agent escorts me out of the building."

"This is a personal matter, Captain," Hill says.

"I don't follow."

She hands him a file folder. "Personal for you."

Steve frowns, but when he opens it, his breath catches.

"How long are we driving?" he asks.

"ETA fifteen minutes."

It's the longest fifteen minutes of Steve's life, thumbing through Bucky's file. There are portions missing - it doesn't escape Steve's notice that he's looking at paper instead of a computer, after all - but just the allusions to a recovery team and medical interventions are enough to tie his insides into knots.

"You understand," Hill says after the car stops and they're making their way to the transport waiting atop a skyscraper. "Director Fury wanted you brought in immediately."

Steve nods.

"There's still work to be done."

"I can be patient, Agent Hill," Steve says more calmly than he's feeling. When Bucky's life is in the balance, he'll do whatever it takes to save it. Even if it means doing nothing.

They fly in silence to the Helicarrier, and Hill wastes no time in leading him to a waiting area. She directs him to sit in a chair and disappears into a room down the hall.

It's hard, but it's not bad, waiting around. It's taken Steve time...no, it's still taking Steve time to integrate into the future. Not because it's different; he's always been stubborn enough to pull through any new situation. It's just hard to stomach that the bullies look almost exactly the same as they always did. Getting a piece of his past to share in that experience is a lot for a guy to wrap his head around.

Hill comes out twice alone: once to hear Steve tell check the details around Bucky's death - as if it wasn't all in the reports Steve gave before and after he was frozen - and once to update. The second time comes while Steve's at the end of a nap lasting several hours, but once Hill steps in front of him, it was like he was never asleep.

"He's awake," Hill says. "It'll probably be another hour while the doctors finish the preliminaries."

Steve nods. The lump in his throat won't let him say anything aloud.

Hill ends up being right; judging by the very expensive wristwatch Tony insisted on buying Steve, it's fifty-seven minutes before a man in a thin hospital gown steps out into the hallway. Steve stands up immediately, and Bucky grins, walking over with Hill at his back like he never missed a day of his life.

Steve doesn't waste any more time. He meets Bucky halfway, cups his face in his hands, and leans in for a kiss.

Bucky flushes right away and leans back. Steve drops his hands and is about to step back when he notices Bucky looking at Hill, who politely stepped away and turned her back.

"It's okay," Steve says. "We can do this now."

Bucky's smile returns, and he sets a hand at the back of Steve's neck. "I like the future already."

Their lips meet, Bucky's soft and slightly salty from sweat. Steve sighs quietly into his mouth and wraps his arms around to hold him close.

He suspects Hill's lurking to take Bucky somewhere different: maybe to quarters, or to debriefing, or to a place Steve doesn't know. But for the few minutes that Steve reminds himself of the taste of Bucky's mouth, he remembers the feeling he'd thought he'd lost forever: stopped time.

"I won't disappear if you let me go," Bucky says into Steve's skin as he plants small kisses on his jaw. Steve chuckles and grabs on tighter.

Awwwww. <33

<333

Oh, so many feelings. I love this.

Thank you!

Oh, this is lovely. I especially like how tactful Maria is, and how reassuring Steve is to Bucky that they can show public displays of affection in the future.

Thanks! I'm a big fan of Maria's competence in general, and I love the thought that Steve could be Bucky's ambassador to their new time, so I'm glad that worked for you.

<3 <3 <3

Thank you so much! OH STEVE. OH BUCKY.

I'm glad to have an excuse to write Steve/Bucky (I LOVE THEM), so thanks for posting the prompt! :D

Oh god, yes, can this be canon? Please?

Don't I wish. :D

"It's okay," Steve says. "We can do this now."

Bucky's smile returns, and he sets a hand at the back of Steve's neck. "I like the future already."

This made me smile.

stopped time.

Oh, my heart. <3 (Also, I want an icon of that moment! You make me believe it exists!)

Awwww, my hearrrrrt. This is so cute and wonderful and *____*

OH MY LORD. Steve! Bucky! Just... there's so much awesome here, I love it!

"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.

Oh boys. This is lovely. <3

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

Oh Steve!! Oh Bucky!! *snuggles them both*

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Oh My, I'll never get tired of those two, never!

<3

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Oh, my heart. I love this look at them, Steve's doubts and Bucky's loyalty and all the details of the world around them.

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Oh, this is so lovely. Boys! And all their feeeelings!

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(Technically this is supposed to be Steve/Bucky, but it's mostly Clint and a shade of Clint/Coulson snuck in when I least expected her)

Natasha was curled up in an armchair and reading a magazine when Clint stuck his head into the living room and said, "How's it going?"

"His pacing was irritating me so I sent him outside," Natasha informed him solemnly as she flicked a page.

Clint squinted through floor to ceiling glass doors that led out to the terrace. Bucky was out there, pacing back and forth as he sucked on a cigarette, bundled up against the cold in an overcoat that was at least two sizes too large for him, his face half obscured by the big red scarf wrapped around his neck.

"You couldn't have sent him down to the gym for time out," Clint said as he watched a flurry of snow dust the shoulders of Bucky's overcoat. "It's below freezing out there."

"Somehow I don't think he's too worried about that," Natasha murmured and she turned another page. "Is there an ETA yet?"

"About ten, maybe fifteen minutes." Clint flopped onto the couch opposite Natasha and propped his feet up on the coffee table. "Where are we up to with the countdown?"

"Seventy two hours, give or take."

"He hasn't tried to abscond to the airport again, has he?"

"That was hour seventy and we'd only just found out that they'd lost contact with Steve's plane," Natasha reminded him. "Trying to steal one of Tony's aircraft is a perfectly reasonable reaction if you ask me."

"You try telling Tony that."

"Tony just needs to get over himself."

"You try telling Tony that," Clint said again with a smirk, and then caught the cushion that sailed his way with both hands.

"How long now?" Natasha asked.

"About two minutes less than the last time you asked. Don't worry," Clint added as she raised an eyebrow at him, "babysitting duty is nearly done."

"I wouldn't have to do it at all you hadn't proved so horribly unreliable," Natasha pointed out to him.

Clint cocked an eyebrow at her. "If a guy wants to crawl into a bottle of scotch as a coping mechanism, far be it from me to stop him."

"You didn't have to go along for the ride, though."

"I am also a big fan of not letting someone drown their sorrows alone," Clint said with complete conviction. "I like to think it's one of my better qualities."

"At least we didn't have a repeat of hour thirty," Natasha mused.

"I never knew Bruce had that in him," Clint agreed. "The big guy, yeah, but Bruce?"

"Someone had to be the rational one."

"I was rational," Clint insisted, waving his hands about for emphasis. "I just happened to also be massively hung-over at the time. And seriously, you can't blame the guy for freaking out just a little. If I'd been in his shoes, I would have done more than just put my fist through a wall; I'd have demolished the entire room."

"I guess you're right," Natasha said and they both looked toward the terrace.

Bucky had finally stopped pacing and was leaning against the balustrade, his eyes focused on some unknown point of the Manhattan skyline and the tension in his shoulders almost palpable. With his sharp eyes Clint could just make out the bruise that marred his right cheek, a legacy of Bruce's' solution to helping him calm down after they'd heard that, even though Steve and his pilot were safe and well after their plane had gone off the radar somewhere over the Beaufort Sea, it was going to be at least twenty-four hours before they could be airlifted back to New York because as it turns out, not even Nick Fury can control the weather.

The sound of approaching footsteps made them both swivel around, but it was only Bruce, looking hopeful and anxious all at once as he entered the living room.

"Any news?" he asked.

"Not long now," Clint said, checking his watch. "Tony said he'd text me once they were in the building."

"Thank god for that," Bruce sighed and he sagged into the armchair next to Natasha's. "I do not want a repeat of yesterday."

"None of us do," Natasha replied, echoing the sentiment of the room.

"Hey, heads up," Clint said as his jeans pocket buzzed. He pulled out his cell phone and checked the message. "They're on their way up. ETA in less time than you can say schnadenfreude."

"Gesudheit," Bruce responded absently and suddenly the tension that had been brewing for the last three days finally broke and without really meaning to they all found themselves laughing.

The laughter died as the 'ding' of the elevation rang out and Clint found himself holding his breath as they waited for the doors to slide open. He glanced at Natasha, who had a similarly expectant look on her face, and time seemed to just hang there until suddenly the room was filled with Steve making a beeline for the terrace while Tony, Coulson and Pepper brought up the rear.

"Bucky!" Steve called out and Clint watched as Bucky's head whipped around and he darted across the terrace, flinging himself into Steve's arms as Steve stepped through the door.

"Oh, thank god for that," Clint breathed as he watched Steve and Bucky mash themselves together and begin to furiously make out.

"Amen," Coulson said softly as he came to a stop behind the couch and rested his hands on Clint's shoulders.

"Hey, as much as we're all loving this reunion show," Tony said. "I've just flown a plane to bumfuck Canada and back and I really could use a drink."

"Yeah, actually, I think they could do with a little privacy," Bruce said, getting to his feet.

"I've organized some lunch for us in the main dining room," Pepper said as they all shuffled to their feet and started toward the elevator.

"And booze?" Tony asked hopefully, winding his arm around her waist.

"Anthony Edward Stark, do you think me a fool?" she answered haughtily and rested her head on his shoulder as they wandered out of the living room ahead of Bruce and Natasha.

"I take it you've had an interesting few hours," Coulson said, falling into step with Clint.

"We coped," Clint said lightly, which was his way of telling Coulson that he'd hand over the full details once they were home and in bed. "How was your trip to Canada?"

"Fruitful," Coulson responded warmly and Clint glanced at the terrace where Steve and Bucky were still wrapped around each other, neither of them seeming to notice that it was now snowing in earnest.

"Yeah, I guess it was."

Fin

Edited 2012-06-30 08:00 (UTC)

I only paid attention to the Steve/Bucky part. <3 Thank you!

Oh, so lovely! This is so full of depth and feeling. I love all the little bits of interactions and friendships you've caught here.

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