Dec 6, 2021
@clintfutzingbarton
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“What part in the ‘I don’t want to talk about this’, did you miss?? Did you wreck your hearing aids again?? That’s the eleventh time this month. I’m going to start charging you for my services.”
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@clintfutzingbarton
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“What part in the ‘I don’t want to talk about this’, did you miss?? Did you wreck your hearing aids again?? That’s the eleventh time this month. I’m going to start charging you for my services.”
Wanda took a deep breath as she pushed the door open that lead to the roof. She felt vulnerable talking to him like this. So, she got his mug full of coffee in one hand as she walks towards him. She didn’t said a word as she sat next to him, handing him the mug, just observing his features and thinking ‘how this heavenly creature cannot see how just beautiful he is?’.
@clintfutzingbarton is up in the roof —
@clintfutzingbarton sent an ask: "Is that a dagger or are you happy to see me? Or both.. it's both, is it?"
“Oh, most certainly both.”
Having stolen up behind the archer in the darkness of the common room, the god whispered into his mind, hand at Clint’s temple to make the telepathic link. His other arm now hooked around the man’s middle, pressing Clint back against him with the hilt of a knife so that he bumped back into what was very clearly not the dagger.
“As I recall, you were supposed to bring me a gift. Now I find you creeping in at an unearthly hour, from an unexpected mission, no doubt. Where is my chocolate, Barton?”
@clintfutzingbarton sent in an ask: "I just asked myself, did you ever like want to make out again?"
Loki fixed Clint with a long stare, deliberately making him wait for an answer. They had not seen one another for some time, the god making himself useful in New Asgard; the Avenger busy with his missions. Today, Loki was a guest at their headquarters, sharing what intel he could offer on any upcoming or present threats. Clint had caught him out of earshot of the others.
“And how did yourself respond? Did he consider it a wise idea?”
❝I was sort’ve hoping you needed me. is that selfish? ❞
Natasha looked at him, eyes bright, but she shook her head. "Maybe a little bit... but you aren't a selfish man, Clint. In fact I think you're the most selfless person I've ever met." She reached out and took his hand. He'd found her sitting on her roof, the walled in space always giving her a feeling of safety. An empty glass of wine carefully balanced on the edge of the room. "But you're right I need you. I will always need you. Today especially. So if you want to stay, please do."
Clint smirked over at Natasha, watching her, before he moved in, tilting her head up by her chin so he could place a gentle kiss on her lips. "Sorry.. should have asked." He was chuckling some, pulling away slowly.
Natasha raised an eyebrow at him, as they moved through the crowd, slightly breathless, the weight of an engraved diamond on the inside of her clutch. Their mission had been a complete success. Still dressed and on their way of leaving the Party Clint stepped closer, Natasha stopped for a moment, then she realised what he was about to do and leaned into his kiss. "About time, Hawk." She whispered as a smirk formed on her face. "You don't have to. Do that anytime you like, I just might enjoy it."
"Hey Quickie... look over there!" And the moment in which Pietro was a bit distracted, Clint grabbed the males face and pressed their lips together.
Pietro looked up confused as Clint told him to look over there, his brows furrowed slightly. Though he soon felt someone’s hands on his cheeks and before he knew it, he was being pulled into a kiss with Clint. There was no resistance from him, instead he melted, his hands resting on the others chest. “What was that for?”
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Tony was about to do that and go into a off colored joke about having his own personal lap dance from the team's most flexible member. But Clint pressed the kiss to his lips before the words could leave his mouth. "I- mmm." He hummed out and tugged Clint closer as he returned the kiss. Maybe this one time he would shut up and enjoy the moment.