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

[thingswithwings]

Nick Fury/Maria Hill, losing control

[longwhitecoats]

The glass panes in the boardroom doors nearly shatter when Fury comes storming out of the meeting, Maria hot on his heels. The project is not going over well with The Powers That Be. The project is never going over well with The Powers That Be, no matter the project, but Maria knows that throwing a hissy fit isn't going to make them change their minds.

"Sir, I just want a few words before I talk to the crew about--sir--"

"Not now, Agent Hill." He's sweeping off like a fucking swan up the stairs to the main comm, and then he'll be utterly unreachable. Maria hates when he does this. She puts her hands on her hips.

"Sir, it'll just take a minute."

"I said not now." His hand is on the door.

"With respect, sir, why do you always lose control like this when you come out of these meetings? It's difficult for those of us who have a job to do." She punches that word, job, just as hard as she'd like to punch him but doesn't, lord, why does everybody but her decide it's fine to be a drama queen and leave her to clean up the mess...?

Nick Fury has turned around. He is facing her, and he has That Face.

Not many things make Maria Hill worry, but That Face makes her worry.

She looks at her feet, self-consciously running her fingers over the new scar at her hairline. "Sir, I only meant..."

"I know what you meant, Agent Hill." That eye is fixed on her, now, and she thinks, suddenly, that if he and Odin had a one-eyed Mean Buggers Only staring contest, her money would be on her boss. "And I'm sure it was carefully considered. I'm sure you chose every. single. word," he says, and now he's coming back down the stairs, punctuating his vitriol with the clang of boots on metal. "I'm sure, Agent Hill, that you never lose control. Because you don't let your emotions get the better of you. And I do not lose control. When I'm in that boardroom, fighting for the continued survival of this division, I do not lose control. When I'm on the battlefield, or defending my station against invaders from Asgard, I do not lose control."

He's right up in her face now. She can smell his cologne, something woodsy and posh. Or maybe that's just him.

"You will know when I lose control, Agent Hill." And he moves.

There's a second, just a heartbeat, when the sudden proximity makes her reach for her gun, and she comes up with the barrel pointed at thin air where Fury's head used to be, because his mouth is on her mouth and he is, lord have mercy, he's kissing her, and actually it's surprisingly soft and sweet and with just a teasing amount of tongue, and then it's over.

She wobbles forward, dazed, as he steps back.

"It looks something like that," he says, and he goes up the stairs.

She stands there for a moment with her gun out.

"Sir?" she calls up the stairs. "Was that sarcasm?"

The door shuts.

[liseuse]

Hee! This is brilliant!

[longwhitecoats]

Yay, thank you!

[meinterrupted]

"Sir?" she calls up the stairs. "Was that sarcasm?"

Hill, I was wondering the same thing.

Fantastic!

[longwhitecoats]

Heh, I bet she's glad someone else was. Thank you!

[such_heights]

a;sldj YES GOOD. :D

[longwhitecoats]

eeeeeee yay! Thanks!

[thingswithwings]

:D :D :D This is so great! FURY! MARIA! I love Maria's last line, it's so them. Aw, I love the idea that Fury is holding back all this ~passion~ . . . OR IS HE? Thank you so much for writing this, it's delightful.

[longwhitecoats]

Awwww yaaaaaay you are so very welcome! I would watch Nick Fury and Maria Hill do ANYTHING, really. Argue over how to make breakfast, for example. ::nods sagely::

[jlh]

Wow, nice. I love how she's trying to talk back to him without actually talking back, and how what he does implies all the ways he's been holding himself back from her, and how he can still surprise her and move faster than she anticipates. Fantastic.

[longwhitecoats]

I'm glad to hear that bit worked---I was afraid it wouldn't. Thank you!

[estelendur]

oh my god that was perfect

[igrockspock]

"If we were going to go under cover, sir, I really think you should have gotten the prosthetic eye," Maria says. She's leaning close to him -- uncomfortably close -- and wearing too loose civilian clothing that does not suit her, and at the moment, she hates him for dragging her out into the field.

"I'll take that under advisement, Agent," he hisses through clenched teeth, too close to her ear for comfort.

"Well, sir, while you are taking things under advisement, pretending to be married is shitty cover and I hate it." Because a black man with an eye patch and a skinny white girl sticks out in fucking Connecticut. Because Agent Romanoff will kill them both with her pinkie if she doesn't get back up. Because Maria Hill would never, under any circumstances, get married and if she did, it would not be to Nick Fury.

Fury puts an arm around her waist and pulls her in close. Very narrowly, she checks her urge to stomp on his instep, elbow his solar plexus, and put a fist to his groin.

"The situation is under control, and I will thank you to remember that."

"With all due respect, sir, the situation is completely out of control." Every goddamned KGB and Hydra agent on this block is giving them the side-eye, and everyone on the bridge of the Helicarrier is recording this for blackmail and posterity.

"Then fix it, Agent Hill," Fury orders, his hand snug around her hip.

"Fine." She seizes him by the lapels and spins him around, and she doesn't hesitate to let her teeth graze his lips when she kisses him. They look enraged and horny, the perfect facsimile of a married couple -- as far as she's concerned, anyway -- and now Coulson owes her twenty dollars and a martini.

"We are never doing this again," she snaps, and Fury raises a lone eyebrow above his patch.

"I wouldn't be so sure."

[thingswithwings]

ooooohhh, this is great! I love how angry Maria is. <3