AVENGERS ASSEMBLE...AND MAKEOUT
Okay, so. With all the excitement that's been building over the last week or so, there seems to be an unreasonable amount of negativity coming along with it. And that just won't do! So here's what I propose:
♥an Avengers Kissing Meme♥
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♥an Avengers Kissing Meme♥
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"Yeah, it's just me," she said, and he was desperately grateful, for a moment, that she knew him so well, and didn't have to ask.
There was a rustle of fabric, and he felt her kneel beside him. He reached out for her blindly, and she cupped his face in her hands.
“Clint, turn this way a little. Just look at me. Shhh.” Her thumbs stroked his temples where she held his face. “It’s alright, let me see. Open for me, okay?”
Trembling, he opened his eyes wide and listened in the darkness to Natasha’s breathing. She let out a quiet sigh and he tensed.
“You’re fine, Clint. There’s no damage, no blood; your pupils are contracted a little. It’s just flash blindness, okay?”
He let out a shaky breath and nodded. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
Clint had always though that sort of thing was silly, when he saw it in movies. The forehead? Really? He saw the appeal of cheeks and lips, and there were all sort of other areas he appreciated having someone's mouth on, but your forehead was just the space between your eyes and your hair. Nothing special there.
But he got it, suddenly: Natasha's hands cupping his face, her hair brushing his skin, the clean smell of sweat, and the quiet space between them.
Despite everything, just for a moment, he felt safe.
They sat in silence like that, letting their breathing slow and even out, until Clint started to see the edges of things, the black fading through purple and yellow back to normal. He shifted a little, and Natasha slid her hands down to his neck.
"How much to do you want to bet Stark makes a blind Zen archer crack when we get down there?" he joked weakly.
"Stakes?" Natasha asked. She squeezed his shoulders once, and lifted her hands away.
"If it's the first thing out of his mouth, you have to hit him for me," Clint said.
"And if he doesn't, you're doing all my property damage paperwork for this one," she countered. It was a sucker bet, but Nat was a softie in her own way. Mostly involving affectionate violence.
"Done," said Clint, and she guided him to the ladder and let him climb down by himself.
Tony greeted them with "So, Zen Master Clint, can we put an apple on Cap's head and have you- Ow!"
Clint grinned, listening to the chorus of familiar voices and shapes around him, and felt hands on his face for a moment, and a feeling like home.
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(sorry if you get this twice - LJ is showing my first response got blocked as spam? wtf)
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Lovely.
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(there's now a slightly expanded version up on AO3, if you're interested)
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