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NATASHA:
“I’m going to see how much longer we’ve got,” Steve announced, patting his knees impatiently before he rose to make his way to the front of the train. The Quinjet was still down from a particularly nasty mission a few weeks ago - meaning you had to take whatever means of transportation could get you to your destinations while Tony made repairs.
You huffed in your seat, trying to resituate yourself into a more comfortable position, but it was for not. There was no way to get your neck into a more comfortable position in this piss poor seat without completely leaning over and using Natasha for a pillow. And that was not going to happen.
The redhead was staring out the window, her chin perched in her hand as she watched the scenery whipping by. She had been silent since boarding - which had been tolerable while Steve was there. But he had been gone for several minutes now, and this was getting uncomfortable.
You nearly jumped when Natasha stirred suddenly, her eyes focusing on an approaching figure before she stiffened.
“Y/N, kiss me.” She whispered quickly.
“What?!” You hissed back, your neck protesting your violent double take.
“I recognize that man, he’s definitely here for us, and public displays of affection make people uncomfortable. So. kiss. me.” You attempted to look to who she was talking about but never got the chance. She got closer and closer with every hushed word before her lips were ghosting over yours and the sensation was just too much.
Sighing into her mouth, you brought a hand up to cup the base of her skull as you melted into her. Your fingers tangled in her hair as her fingers came to rest on your thigh closest to her. The feeling of her was intoxicating and before you knew it, you were lost in her kisses - unable to remember why you were borderline making out with her in the first place.
“Ok, it should only be about two more hou-oh!” Steve’s voice had you splitting from Natasha in a rush of limbs, turning redder by the second. “I…I was unaware that I was interrupting, sorry.” He mumbled as he hesitantly sat across from the two of you once more, raising an eyebrow at the smirking Natasha.
“Is he gone?” You asked in an attempt to defuse the tension in the train car.
“Is who gone?” Steve asked slowly, his eyes scanning your surroundings.
“There was a potential threat, but he’s gone now,” Natasha said a bit too forcefully, fixing Steve with a glare.
“Oh, goodness Natasha, really? You know Y/N would’ve kissed you without you having to fool her!”
“Fool me?” You asked, glancing between the two. “There was a threat!”
“Does that,” Steve pointed to the elderly attendant that hobbled past you, “look like much of a threat to you?”
Beside you, Natasha was grinning from ear to ear.
“Worth it.”
WANDA:
Liquor coursed through your veins as you bounced on the dance floor, giggling with Natasha and Wanda. The two had finally convinced you to come out for a proper girl’s night, and with nothing else to do, you agreed.
And, oh how glad you were that you did.
How else would you have gotten a view like the one you were getting now?
Wanda was all dolled up, smiling from the bubbly sensation that the booze was inflicting on her. She became extra flirty and it made your heart race as you watched her, pulling at gentlemen and ladies alike.
When she finally made her way back to your booth, you and Natasha were smiling broadly at her.
“So, any idea who you’re taking home tonight?” You teased as she slid in beside you.
“Oh, I have an idea.” She murmured in that intoxicating accent of hers. You watched her closely as she winked over to Natasha, a mischievous look washing over her tipsy face. “What about you, Y/N?”
“Oh, I don’t think I’ll be taking anyone home.” You giggled, pulling a drag of your water. You were the only one out of the three trying to sober up.
“What about going home with anyone?” You struggled not to do a spit-take as her finger ran lightly over your thigh. Your bugged out eyes found her hooded ones and you groaned at the way she was biting her lip. “What do you say?” She whispered, pressing sloppy lips to your own.
You ignored Natasha’s squeal of delight as her ‘OTP’ as she called the two of you finally made a move! You took control, being the soberest of you two, and wound your fingers into her curly locks. She returned the gesture, all but climbing in your lap. It took everything you had to pull away, but then your eyes met and you had to get out of here.
“I’ll call a cab, you lovebirds.” Natasha excused herself, giving the two of you more time alone.
THOR:
“This is ridiculous, Lady Y/N.” Thor pouted as you came skipping out of your room. You had planned a day at the local Renisanse Festival for the team, and everyone was gung-ho about it!
Everyone, save for Thor.
You were surprised. Normally the big oaf was down for any sort of adventure or celebration of history. Today, though, he didn’t seem all too convinced.
Until he saw you, that is.
“Oh come on, you party pooper. It’ll be fun!” You begged him, tugging at his hand as you made your way to the door. Sighing, he summoned his hammer, his traditional garb washing onto his body with a shimmer of magic. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down!” You giggled.
“For you, Lady Y/N, anything.”
The subway ride there was entertaining, the team not being the only ones in costume. It was like a medieval army had taken over New York City!
The day was long, the sun draining you a lot faster than you would’ve liked, but you promised yourself you would stay all night. There were fireworks, after all!
The team had split up over the day, promising to meet up at the exit after the fireworks. Thor had stayed at your side, though. He went with you to every shop. He offered his professional, princely opinion on all the corsets you tried on, on the swords you’d weighed in your hands, and finally all the foods - from the ‘medieval’ cuisine to the typical fair foods. His favorite was the turkey legs, and by the end of the day, you estimated that he had eaten about five.
Once the sun had set and all the shops were closing up, you drug Thor to your favorite spot to watch the fireworks. Lights shot up into the sky as the music began to play through the park’s speakers, and bystanders collectively made sounds of awe as you smiled up at the sky.
Beside you, Thor couldn’t care less about the show in the sky. He was too busy watching the emotions flicker over your face. When you turned to him with a smile and a giggle, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. His large, calloused hand found your jaw and he gently pulled you closer to him. He gazed deeply into your eyes as the lights played across your face and your breath blew across his lips.
When his lips met yours, they were bruising and fished a moan from your throat. The fireworks long forgotten, you melted into his touch for several minutes.
By the time you pulled apart, the fireworks were over for some time, and the rest of the team was looking frantically for the both of you.
“I told you that you would enjoy the festival.” You taunted before pressing another peck to his lips.
BRUCE:
Bruce was a brilliant mind. It was one of the many things you loved about him.
But he was also painfully stubborn.
The two of you had been dating for almost a year - if you could even call it that.
He refused to live with you, he wouldn’t ever sleep in the same bed, and he hadn’t even kissed you. The most intimate thing you’d done with the man was to fall asleep in his lap while the two of you watched a movie.
You loved Bruce with all your heart, you even wanted to marry him some day, but anytime you even so much as tried to kiss him - even on the head, he would bolt from your touch, fleeing the room entirely.
You couldn’t even get mad at him, lest you risk an appearance of the other guy!
Once he disappeared for days after you brushed your fingers over his collar bone. You’d spent those three days crying on the couch, clutching to a shirt that smelled like him.
He’d reappeared with no greeting, hiding in his room for several hours before disappearing again.
It continued that way for weeks, Bruce leaving, returning to grab something, before leaving once more. It became routine. You would only glance up at him before returning to the book you were reading or the meal you were cooking.
It was only when it was nearing Christmas that you saw him for more than the couple of seconds you were used to.
You were asleep on the couch when the front door opened to reveal the man who had become a stranger in the past few months. Your eyes fluttered open at the sound before you closed them once more, willing the pain in your heart away. But then his retreat didn’t reach your ears. You peaked for a moment but saw no sign of him.
That is until a pair of lips pressed a soft kiss into the crown of your head. You turned to find the source of the sensation and Bruce’s heart broke at the sight of you. Your eyes were red-rimmed and tearing as you looked at him. His beard had grown out and his hair was curly. He hadn’t let himself go per say, but this wasn’t the Bruce that had left you.
“I’m working.” He merely muttered. “I’m trying to get better. For you. I’ll never be perfect, and I can’t give you a family or the life that you want. Hell, I can’t even sleep with you yet. But I’m working. And I love you.” He whispered, carding his thick fingers through your hair.
His scruff tickled your chin when he leaned down to kiss you for the very fist time. It was sweet, chaste, and he didn’t move as his lips touched yours. You simply pressed back, not tilting nor begging for more. You simply gave him the same pressure he gave you and when your eyes fluttered closed, you sighed.
For now, it would have to be enough.
But he was working.
For you.
BUCKY:
“Ok, truth!” You smirk at Sharon’s answer, rubbing your hands together as you think of a good one. Natasha leans over, whispering the perfect question in your ear and you’re giggling. “How’s Steve in the sack?” You ask, in Natasha’s words of course. A chorus of squeals rings out through the bedroom, all eyes falling to Sharon.
“Oh god,” She groans, covering her face with her hands. Her muffled answer meets your ears, and you’re all screaming when she answers, “He’s amazing. The man has some endurance!”
Across from you, Maria and Natasha are howling, while Wanda, Pepper, Hope, Jane, and Laura are snickering to themselves, marvelling at the fact that Sharon actually answered.
It had been Natasha’s idea to have a slumber party - oddly enough, and you’re having a blast. Though truth is much more interesting with the taken girls of the group. Pepper is with Tony, Wanda with Vision, Hope with Scott, Sharon with Steve, Jane with Thor, Laura obviously married to Clint, Natasha with Bruce, and Maria - surprisingly - with Sam. Seemed the two hit it off after the fall of Shield.
So here you were, surrounded by many women of different marital statuses, but the only one with yours - single as hell and beyond ready to mingle.
“God what I wouldn’t give to fuck a super soldier.” You sighed, dropping your chin into your hands. “All you guys have got super soldiers, androids, scientific beasts, and superheroes! I’ve got my rabbit.” You huffed, pulling giggles from all the girls around you.
“Well, that can be easily remedied.” Maria levelled.
“Oh? What are you proposing?” You admit, you were intrigued. She licked her lips menacingly, eyes daring to your door.
“Truth? Or Dare?” You squared your shoulders at the question, nodding curtly. Oh, you were ready. …right?
“Dare.”
“Y/N, I dare you…to give our favorite sergeant a big ol’ smooch. Seven Minutes in Heaven Style.” She winked.
“And just how do you propose I get him in a damn closet?” You huffed, suddenly regretting this dare. Of course, she would have you go after Bucky. Everyone on the team knew you had the hots for the guy exceptfor him!
“Leave that to me,” Natasha smirked, cracking her knuckles. Oh, Jesus.
So here you were, two minutes later, in the coat closet in the living room. You almost made a run for it, ready to take the dare for those who chickened out - streaking through the compound. At least then you wouldn’t have to be trapped in a closet with the source of all your sexual frustration.
Suddenly, the door opened and light flooded in. Ducking further into the coats, you hid, waiting for whatever signal Natasha would give you.
“You said it’s in this closet, Nat?” Bucky’s deep voice fills the tight space and you’re gulping at the thought of what comes next. The door slams shut, followed by the scraping of furniture of the floor and you realize quickly that the girls have shoved the couch in front of the door - successfully trapping the two of you in here. “What the hell?”
“It’s in the back of the closet, Buck, just look!” Someone outside high fives. You rolled your eyes.
Fucking children.
His large hands sweep out in front of him in the dark, his eyes not yet having adjusted to the dark. When the calloused palms land on your breasts and he mutters a ‘what the hell?’, you make your move.
You cup his face as you launch yourself at him, capturing him in a heated kiss. He grunts in surprise, eyes wide before his hands capture your hips and pull you tightly against him. You moan at the growing arousal pressing into your stomach and rock against him, fishing a groan from his chest.
“Bucky,” you whine when his lips travel down your neck, kissing and biting every inch of skin they can. You’ll have hickeys from his attentions, but fuck you don’t care.
“Y/N” He groans, backing you into the wall behind you. Squeezing tightly against your hips, Bucky tugs up and suddenly your legs are wrapped around his thick waist. Heavy hands land on the wall on either side of your head and he’s grinding into you against the wall. “God, I don’t know who’s idea this was, but remind me to thank them in the morning.”
“In the morning?” A sharp cry echoes off the walls when his hand ricochets off of your ass.
“Once I’m done with you in here, Doll, we’re going back to my room.”
Mewls and pants carry from the closet as the two of you explore each other’s bodies, and before too long, clothing starts to melt off the two of you.
Outside, Maria shares a glance with Natasha.
“Should we let them know it’s been seven minutes?” Maria asks. Before Natasha can answer, Sharon giggles beside them.
“Don’t bother. That super soldier is going to last quite a while.”
STEVE:
Music played dully in your ears as you laid in the grass just outside Clint’s house. It had been a hell of a day and you just wanted to go home, go to sleep, and pretend none of this was happening. But for as stressed and saddened you were by all of this, Steve and Tony were so much worse off.
You removed a headphone, sitting up and looking over to the two men a few paces away, chopping wood.
“I don’t trust a guy without a dark side.” Tony huffed, swinging his ax into the stump. “Call me old-fashioned.”
“Well let’s just say you haven’t seen it yet.” A thrill ran down your spine at the tone Steve took with Tony, fearing - and also anticipating - the fight that would no doubt break out.
“You know Ultron is trying to tear us apart, right?”
Tony was stalking Steve like an animal, and you could tell their tempers were rising. This wouldn’t end well. For anyone.
“Well, I guess you’d know. Whether you’d tell us is a bit of a question.”
“Banner and I were doing research -”
“That would affect the team.” Steve interrupted calmly, returning to the stack of wood to grab another log. Tony continued to ramble.
“That would end the team! Isn’t that the mission? Isn’t that why we fight, so we can end the fight, so we can get to go home?”
Both you and Tony jumped when Steve gritted his teeth, pulling the log he had just picked up in two with his bare hands. Though Tony was probably staring at him in fear, all that you could think of was…well, something very different.
“Every time someone tries to end a war before it starts, innocent people die. Every time.” You were sure they would’ve stared each other down until one of them passed out had Laura, Clint’s wife, not come over and interrupted. Tony gave one more sassy remark before following the woman away, leaving you and the super soldier in silence.
“Steve…are you alright?” You piped up after too long of silence and instantly wanted to take it back. Your earbuds and phone laid forgotten at your side as you took him in fully.
“No matter what I do, I can’t seem to get away from men who will stop at nothing to prove their own power. Even if it means innocent lives being lost at every turn.” You rose as he spoke, close enough to lay a hand on his shoulder by the end of his monologue. The second your hand touch the sweaty skin there, he was spinning around. His hands gripped your arms tightly as he pressed you into the tree you’d just been laying under. From this distance, you could see the pain and sorrow that swam in the depths of his eyes, and you wanted nothing more than to comfort him.
Your hands reached up slowly, cradling his face despite the crushing pressure on your biceps and you stood up on your toes to bring your lips to his. Almost instantly, he pushed into you until the wood of the trunk bit at your back. What started as an innocent, comforting kiss, turned feral in seconds as his hands abandoned your arms to grip the back of your thighs. You squealed into his lips as he hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. One hand dug into the tree while the other cupped your backside and held you tightly to him.
You only pulled away for air, but Steve - being the enhanced human he was - barely gulped down a breath before he was on your neck. As his teeth drug across your pulse point, you decided you needed more. Cupping his face once more, you brought him up so that you could look him in the eyes. With a soft smile, you jerked your head to the tree line - a haven that would shield you from the others.
“C’mon, Captain. Let’s go explore that dark side.”
TONY:
“Tony, why won’t you tell me what’s going on?” You asked your boss as you entered his office. Though you were only his personal assistant, you were incredibly close to the man. You used to say that the two of you were as close as he and Pepper were. That is until they dated briefly, and she became CEO of his company before breaking his heart. Now, you were the closest friend he had outside of the Avengers.
“I’m just…going through some stuff.” He grunted, flicking through a few files on his desk.
“Tony, you’re reading that upside down.” You pointed out, crossing your arms as you scowled at him. He simply glanced at the papers with a raised brow before clicking his tongue against his teeth.
“So I am. New skill I’m developing, if someone would stop interrupting me.” He fibbed, spinning his chair so that he was facing away from you now.
“Don’t bullshit me, Tony.” You scolded, coming to stand in front of him on the other side of his desk. “I know you better than anyone. Now - what’s going on?”
The genius glanced behind you before looking you in the face once more.
“I miss J.A.R.V.I.S., Y/N. Friday is great, but it’s taking some getting used to, y’know? How am I supposed to go from listening to J.A.R.V.I.S.’s nagging voice to this sexy bot? It’s impossible to get any work done.” The lies just came tumbling out, it seemed.
“Tony!”
“I’m having trouble, ok!” He shouted, springing to his feet. “I can’t get in the suit without having a damn anxiety attack! Me, Tony - fuckin - Stark! I can’t even escape to my company, because like everything else, it’s been ripped away from me! Rhodey won’t even talk to me! Says I need to ‘get over it’. But I’ve seen people die, too many people - I’ve died! I flew into a hole in space and came back to life when so many others who should have lived are dead! How am I supposed to deal with that?” You were silent when you saw the tears that pricked at his eyes.
“With help, Tony.” You whispered, glued to the spot where you stood.
“From who? I have no one.” His voice broke, the volume dying as he clutched at his head. “I have no one…” You heart shattered as his tears tore free, washing down his fatigued face and his heavy frame fell back into his seat.
God, he was beautiful, even in this state. The worn lines of his face each held their own story, his charming eyes the gateway to that impossibly large mind of his, and his mouth that always smiled lopsidedly at you was forever giving you sass and butterflies in your stomach.
You weren’t sure what finally pushed you over the edge, but before you knew it, your lips were softly meeting his. He stiffened at first, shocked by the contact, but then he relaxed into you. His own arms even wound around your waist and pulled you into his lap. When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.
“I can’t lose you, Y/N.” He whispered.
“You won’t.” You promised, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips once more. “I can make an appointment for you in the morning. We’ll figure this out, Tony. You’re not alone.” And as he looked up into your eyes, his heart swelled. For the first time in a long time - Tony Stark felt loved.
SAM:
“Aww c’mon, Sam.” You giggled, jogging in place in front of the panting veteran. He hadn’t expected you to be quite the running partner when he invited you to replace Steve for the week he was gone. “A little running gotcha winded?”
“Yeah, that and the view.” He huffed to himself, under his breath. He had been running behind you, both because you were a hell of a lot faster than him and also because he didn’t mind watching you bounce in front of him one bit. “You go on ahead, I’ll catch up.” He sighed, waving you off.
“No, you won’t!” You taunted, running off before he could come up with a witty retort.
It had been a few minutes when you finally heard footsteps approaching quickly, your pace having been slowed down to a jog as you reached the end of your run.
“On your left!” A voice said beside you, and you remembered Steve would yell that at Sam before quickly passing him up. You turned your head to respond, but your voice caught in your throat and your legs froze beneath you. Large hands cupped your face as lips swept across your fleetingly before they were gone. And then you were just standing there, your eyes widened rapidly as you watched the smirking man run off ahead of you, winking before he sped off again. “Catch me if you can!”
“Oh, it’s on Wilson!”
LOKI:
You had known Loki your whole life. You had grown up one on the sidelines of Odin’s council, both of your parents being some of the King’s most trusted advisors.
It was no secret that you were smitten with the younger prince, and the other girls would tease you endlessly. “How can you want him when Thor is absolutely enchanted by you?” They would pester you day in and day out, practically begging you to give into Thor’s advances.
What they had no idea about what that Thor was only giving you pointers on how to court his brother. The blonde prince was not as blind as everyone thought he was, and he had spotted your affection for Loki the moment you all hit puberty. He’d been trying to help you for years until finally, it was time for your council coronation ball. Your parent’s time on the council was over, and now a young woman, it was your turn to take their seats.
For the past several weeks you’d been participating in certain matters, learning the ways of the kingdom that you would soon serve. While attending these meetings, you put some of Thor’s advice to work. You wore emerald dresses and robes almost every day. You wore your hair up, showing off the slope of your shoulders and the soft skin of your neck. Loki, off Odin’s right side, had his eyes glued to you every day. It made your heart damn near beat out of your chest, but the more you dove into the politics, the more you grew to love the meetings and the fact that soon you would be a full-fledged member of the council. Though he would deny it, it was your passion for power and intelligence that really had Loki wrapped around your fingers.
On the night of your celebration, you wore a gold and green dress that drapes perfectly over your curves and muscles, a golden tiara that tugged your hair out of your face and had it pulled tight and high.
“My, my. It seems we’ve all grown up quite a bit, no?” A satin voice all but purred behind you. When your eyes met his, you had to stop yourself from melting right there.
“Good evening, your majesty.” You greeted, bowing your head as your heart beat all the way up to your throat. A slender finger curled under your chin, tipping your face up so that he could really look at you.
“Loki, kitten.” He corrected with a wink before offering you his arm. “Would you honor me with a dance, Lady Y/L/N?”
“Y/N.” You smirked, locking your arm with his as you found your courage and met Loki at his own game. He gifted you with a wicked smile of his own and swept you to the dance floor.
“You really look ravishing, you know. Green is a good color on you.”
“And you as well, Loki.” You shivered at the look behind his green orbs at the sound of his name on your lips. It was sinfully thrilling for you as well, to call the Prince of Asgard by name.
“You play quite the game, kitten. You’ve all but gotten me wound tightly in your web.” Your brow shot up at his accusation, though he still spun you fluidly across the floor.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I saw you, you know. Chancing glances my way during Council. Brushing your hair from your tantalizing shoulders when you caught me looking. I even overheard you speaking to Thor about me once.” You gulped audibly. “Though, the most delicious thing about you is your political prowess. You’ll make quite the councilwoman.”
“I - thank you, your highness.” At the cock of his eyebrow, you sputtered. “um, Loki.”
“I look forward to the days that you’ll serve me,” he muttered darkly, pulling you ever closer.
“But, Loki, I thought Thor was to be king. Wouldn’t I be advising him?”
“Details, details, pet.” He winked before his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. “Besides, who said I was talking about serving me politically?”
Your eyes widened as he pulled away to look you in the eyes, his own flickering down to your lips. And then he swooped in, capturing your mouth in a firey kiss. You moaned openly at the contact that you had craved for so long, your fingers digging into his shoulder as his own clutched your hip tightly. He was delicious and absolutely forbidden, but when his tongue swiped over your lips you didn’t give a damn.
You only pulled away when someone cleared their throat beside you and you were brought back to reality, crashing back into your body in the middle of the crowded ballroom. But then Loki looked at you again and it was all you could do not to taste him again.
“What’s say we return to my chambers, kitten?”
PIETRO:
It had been several weeks since Pietro had begun flirting with you, and about a month since he asked you to be his girlfriend. Of course, the two of you agreed that for the sake of safety, you would keep your relationship a secret. Even from his sister.
So when Piet had offered to take you out for an evening you’d never forget, how could you refuse?
He’d taken you to the carnival that was in town. Opting out of using his powers for the night, he’d lifted one of Tony’s sports cars and drove you down to the fair. You’d spent hours together, winning multiple prizes for each other. After winning about ten games in a row, and lugging around more stuffed animals than you could count, the two of you decided to collect your winnings and run before you were discovered or recognized.
It was nearing midnight when Pietro pulled off the road, parking in a secluded parking lot. The view of the city from up on the hill took your breath away.
Or maybe it was the way Pietro wrapped his arms around you under the moonlight. Or how his eyes flickered from your shining eyes to your lips before he slowly lowered his head to yours.
And when his lips brushed over yours before he sighed into the kiss, you knew you could stay here forever.
That is…until your phone rang.
“Y/N, where are you? Tony is freaking out!” Your eyes widened at Wanda’s voice, both Piet and you glancing over to the car. “And have you seen Piet, I can’t find him anywhere!” You opened your mouth to respond, to come up with anything but then he was gone in a flash, and you heard a door opening on the other end of the line. “Oh, he was in the training room.”
And then he was back, buckling you into the car before you could blink with a sweet kiss pressed to your lips.
“We’ll continue this later, Beautiful.” He chuckled, throwing the car into reverse and getting the two of you home.
The next morning, Wanda would ask you where you had suddenly gotten so many stuffed animals. You would deny everything.
CLINT:
It was a rather uneventful evening. You set your keys down on the kitchen counter just inside the door, with your brother Scott’s daughter hot on your heels. When it was his week with her, he would always bring her back to the compound to see you.
Cassie was absolutely enamored with you.
She wanted to be with you every second she was there, successfully making her father pout on the couch. You enjoyed spending time with her as well, loved having a little girl to dote on. She especially loved going to the park with you.
“Have you been training with your daddy?” You questioned as you scooped the small thing up in your arms before resting her on your hip. She nodded vigorously, flexing her tiny arms for effect.
“Yeah! He’s been playing with me and training me so I can have more energy to play with you!” She announced, drawing a scowl from you that you directed at your snickering brother.
“Thanks, Scott. But it’s nothing I can’t handle!” You declared, tickling Cassie with your free hand. The bell-like laughter drew the attention of a certain agent who was sitting beside Scott in the living room and he gifted you with a smile.
A blush spread across your cheeks and you set your niece down, pointing to Scott.
“Why don’t you go play with Daddy while I get dinner ready, ok baby?”
“Ok Auntie Y/N!” She chirped before teetering off to her dad. You took your leave, disappearing into the kitchen to set a pot to boil on the stove as you pulled ingredients from the pantry and fridge.
“You’re great with her, you know.” Clint’s sudden arrival almost made you drop the noodles you were pouring but you recovered quickly, setting the box on the counter beside you.
“Oh, t-thank you.” You smiled shyly before setting to work on the sauce.
“Never thought I’d meet another agent who loves kids as much as I do, much less another Avenger.” You spun at his words, a bright smile lighting up your face.
“You like kids?” You asked excitedly. The others all but fled the second Scott arrived with Cassie. But not Clint. No, Clint plopped down on the couch to enjoy the sight of you playing house with your niece.
“I love kids.” He corrected, coming to lean on the counter beside you. “Hope to start my own family someday. If this life doesn’t kill me.” He admitted with a smile as you stirred the sauce, bringing the spoon to your lips. Humming in satisfaction, you offered Clint a taste as well.
But when you offered him the spoon, he merely smirked, gently pushing the wooden spoon away to bring his lips to your own.
Everything in your body froze as he pressed against you, slotting his mouth perfectly against you. His tongue dared to dart out, sliding across the seam of your lips and drawing a quiet moan from you. You laced your arms around his neck when he wrapped his around your waist, pulling you ever closer. When he finally pulled away, he licked his lips happily, humming as well.
“Delicious.” He confirmed with a wink as Cassie came running into the kitchen, Scott close on her heels. When he saw your and Clint’s arms draped around each other he whooped loudly.
“It’s about time, you two!”
SCOTT:
“I’m sorry, did you just say tear yourself in half?” You shouted at Scott, dodging one of Spider-man’s shots. Scott simply ignored you, knowing if he engaged with you, he’d lose the argument instantly. Instead, all you heard was “I’m the boss, I’m the boss, I’m the boss” being chanted over the earpiece before the air cracked around you.
You couldn’t stop the frightened screech that escaped from your lips as you watched Scott practically explode before he was absolutely towering over everyone. Above you, the previously teeny man hooped and hollered as he clutched Rhodey in his gigantic hand. Time, which had seem to have been frozen, caught up real quickly as Spider-man sprang into action, headed straight for Scott.
It was a flurry of fists, arrows, and god knows what else as you fought to protect Scott and distract the others from Steve and Bucky.
You watched helplessly as you jumped out of the range of fire from Tony and Rhodey as the red and blue clad kid swooped around Scott’s legs, successfully tying him up before punching him straight to the ground.
“Scott!” You sprinted over as fast as you could, falling to your knees beside the man who had shrunk back to normal. He was motionless on the ground, his eyes shut behind red lenses and you panicked. With a sob, you smacked the release that had his faceplate flying off the metal frame of the helmet.
Chanting his name hopelessly, you cradled Scott’s face in your hands begging him to wake up. You contemplated mouth to mouth for a split second until he stirred in your arms.
With a cough, he opened his eyes, finding yours almost immediately. Then your lips.
“Did you kiss me? Oh please tell me you kissed me.” You jaw clenched in fury before you socked Scott in the shoulder. “Ow!”
“You scared the shit out of me!” You hissed, hauling him to your red face by the collar. “And you were unconscious! Of course, I didn’t kiss you!”
“Sooo,” he drew out the word, pursing his lips as he stared up into your rage. “Is it not too late to convince you I need mouth to mouth?” You rolled your eyes, a smirk playing at your lips - which he noticed. “Is that a yes?”
Wordlessly, you brought your lips to his, pulling him up by the collar once more so that your lips met in a surprising kiss.
“Yes, you idiot.”