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

[theleaveswant]

Natasha/Pepper, distraction

[theleaveswant]

Bruce/Natasha, trepidation

[-samalander.livejournal.com]

Clint/Natasha - We aren't even real.

[such_heights]

Tony & Bruce

[theleaveswant]

Darcy/Steve, squee

[theleaveswant]

Darcy/Jane, for science!

[such_heights]

Tony/Pepper, post-mission

[musesfool]

Steve/Bucky, reunion

[musesfool]

Steve/Natasha, lessons!

[some_stars]

Steve/Thor, laughter

[musesfool]

Tony/Pepper, bubbly

[samalander]

Steve/Coulson, adoration

[thingswithwings]

Natasha hasn't been Pepper's PA in a long time, but she still finds herself dropping by the office now and then - officially she's Pepper's SHIELD liason, but unofficially, Natasha likes her; likes the parts of her that are tough, that bend without breaking.

Today, Pepper is harried, distracted. Not that very many people would be able to tell; there's not a hair out of place, her clothes are spotless and unrumpled, and she greets Natasha with a polite, friendly smile. But the smile is slightly strained at the corners, and there's a tightness around her eyes and in the set of her jaw that evokes an answering tension in Natasha. She foregoes sitting in the comfortable leather chair and comes around to perch on Pepper's desk instead, putting her body within Pepper's reach.

"Hey," Pepper says, her smile loosening and slipping away. She cups Natasha's knee with her hand, absently, as if to ground herself.

"Tough day?" Natasha allows the touch.

"You have no idea," Pepper says, and now her facade vanishes entirely as she makes a funny overwhelmed sort of face, eyes wide as she blows out an exaggerated breath. Her hand, perhaps unconsciously (or perhaps not - Pepper is a very conscious person, which is another thing Natasha likes about her) squeezes Natasha's knee.

Bending down, Natasha slips two fingers under Pepper's chin and tilts her face upwards. Pepper watches her carefully as she moves in slowly, her mouth first just grazing Pepper's lips and then rushing forward to take her mouth completely. It turns wet, and hard, and after a moment Natasha can feel Pepper letting go, going soft and sharp and eager beneath Natasha's hands, against her skin, against her mouth.

When she pulls back, Pepper is smiling, and the tension around her eyes seems reduced.

"Maybe you need a distraction," Natasha suggests.

She waits patiently while Pepper cancels her three o'clock, but does not allow Pepper's hand to move from her knee.

[thingswithwings]

Pepper/Tony/Bruce, sharing

[grammarwoman]

Darcy/Clint, chocolate

[emmypenny]

Natasha/Maria Hill

[musesfool]

Steve slides across the plate and jumps up, pumping his fists in the air, as the umpire calls him safe. He’s never scored the winning run in the bottom of the ninth with two outs before. It feels even better than he dreamt when he was a kid.

His teammates surround him, shouting with victory and trading high-fives and pats on the butt (or squeezes, in some cases--Steve's gotten used to being teasingly groped by various Avengers, though he’s never had the nerve to reciprocate).

Darcy jumps into his arms, heedless of the dirt covering his uniform, cups his face, and seals her mouth over his in a hot, fierce kiss that makes him a little dizzy.

"We won!" she says, raising her hands in the air and trusting in him to hold her.

"We sure did," he answers, licking the sticky sweet taste of her lipgloss off his lips and kissing her again.

[petra]

Hulk/anybody (or everybody)

[liseuse]

It always seems to be quarter past two in the morning when Darcy wakes up these days. She’d trained herself into it being at least four in New Mexico, but something about the lights and the noise around the tower has destroyed that. No matter what time she goes to bed, no matter how many cups of warm milk she drinks, or hot baths she takes, she can guarantee she will wake up at quarter past two in the morning.

Of course, usually, at quarter past two there isn’t anyone else up. Which is why she thinks it is perfectly justifiable to, maybe, squeak a little when she pads into the kitchen and sees Clint sitting on the sideboard.

“Just getting in?” Darcy says, as she opens the fridge for the water filter.

Clint just looks at her. “Yeah, from a raucous night of partying.”

“You weren’t partying. Coulson sent you to an embassy dinner. With Natasha.” Darcy winks, and sashays past – well as much as you can in fluffy bunny slippers – “I saw the file.”

“Okay, from a night of watching other people party.” Clint says, reaching across to stir something on the hob. “I’m making hot chocolate. Want some?”

“Is it going to be anything like Natasha’s attempt?” Darcy says, wincing at the memory.

Clint snorts, slightly. “No. Unlike Tash, I believe in sugar and spice.”

“Oh thank God.” Darcy smiles. “Like, I drank it, because, well, she’s terrifying, but I thought I was never going to get rid of the taste. Please tell me she isn’t stood right behind me.”

“You’re clear.” Clint hops down off the side, and reaches into the cupboard for two mugs. Darcy can’t help tipping her head to the side to watch the effect of the stretch on his ass. No one would be able to resist, she’s fairly sure of that. “You watching my ass back there, Lewis?”

“Maybe a little.” Darcy grins sunnily. “It’s a good ass.”

“Why thank you, ma’am.” Clint winks, and pours the hot chocolate into two mugs.

“Thank you,” Darcy says through a yawn, and picks her mug up. “This smells amazing.”

“I am a man of many talents.” Clint says. “You should taste my Key Lime pie.”

“Is that a set-up for a joke?” Darcy asks, before blowing on her hot chocolate. “Because, I gotta tell you, it’s way too early for me to think up some form of pun based on pie.”

“I’m disappointed in you,” Clint says, “I thought you always had a pun for everything.”

“Usually in the mornings, after at least one cup of coffee.” Darcy says and then takes a mouthful of hot chocolate. “Oh. My. God,” she moans, “this is like an orgasm in my mouth.”

Clint raises an eyebrow, and kisses the top of her head. “I would make all the jokes about your mouth and orgasms, but I think you need to go back to bed now.”

“Fine,” Darcy says, pouting. “Write them down. Tell me them in the morning.”

[liseuse]

Clint/Coulson, relief.

[such_heights]

Natasha smiles as she feels the ticklish brush of Pepper's mouth on her wrist.

"Have to work harder than that to distract me," she says, continuing to type her post-mission report. Doombots were temporarily neutralised after a vat of beer exploded over them. (Make: Budweiser. Unclear if effect was brand-specific.)

"I like a challenge," Pepper murmurs, and slides her mouth upwards, stopping again when she reaches the crook of Natasha's elbow.

Natasha continues typing, her keystrokes even. Investigate possible uses of alcohol and/or hops in combating robotic hostiles - job for Stark and Banner?

Pepper places her hand against the curve of Natasha's back, small and warm. She kisses Natasha's shoulder, and Natasha finds herself hitting the backspace bar, frowning in irritation as she weeds out an unexpected typo.

"Take your time," Pepper says sweetly, licking Natasha's skin and blowing cool air across.

Natasha doesn't shiver; she's too disciplined for that. Pepper laughs anyway, like she knows she's getting through and is far too pleased with herself about it. Natasha keeps typing, coolly recording her observations about Doombots and battle strategies and the current psychological states of her teammates. (All members of the Avengers behaving within normal parameters as laid out by previous reports. Note: Stark is gradually becoming less combative and more willing to work as part of a team.)

"Aw, you're giving Tony good grades?" Pepper says, resting her chin on Natasha's shoulder.

"This is a confidential document," says Natasha.

"Really now," says Pepper. She kisses Natasha's neck, slow and soft.

"I'll have to question you," Natasha says. "Find out how much of our intel you've seen, assess whether you're a threat or not."

Pepper kisses Natasha's cheek and scrapes her teeth against the angle of Natasha's jawline. "Ooh, Agent Romanov," she says, "is that a promise?"

Natasha saves her file to the server, and emails the document to Fury and Hill over a secure connection. If she's particularly terse in the body of the email, well, she's a busy woman.

She closes the lid of her laptop and puts it down on the table. She turns to face Pepper, controlled and composed.

"Now then, Ms Potts," she says. "Shall we begin your interrogation?"

Pepper fakes a swoon. "I thought you'd never ask." She kneels up, smiling, and then her lush red mouth slides against Natasha's.

Natasha pulls her in close and allows herself to be distracted entirely.

[such_heights]

Tony/Rhodey, suits

[such_heights]

Natasha/Rhodey, competence

[such_heights]

Coulson/Fury, history

[such_heights]

Fury/any, guard down