“You have to hear this.” Tony stripped off his jacket, tossing it haphazardly in the general direction of the table. Steve snagged it out of mid air, and hung it neatly over the back of the chair. Tony pretended not to notice. “Hi, by the way.”
Steve was smiling, his eyes warm. “Hi, yourself.” He poured a cup of coffee and held it out, a very effective lure. Of course, so was he, in well-worn sweat pants that clung to his hips and a t-shirt that might as well have been a second skin. Tony wandered over to take the coffee cup, and Steve caught his hand, tugging him in. Their fingers tangled together around the warm cup, and Tony tipped his chin up for a kiss.
Steve tasted like coffee and mint, and his free hand settled easily at the small of Tony’s back, stroking there, just above the waistband of Tony’s pants. “Hi, indeed,” Tony said, against Steve’s lips, making him laugh. Tony pulled back, just enough to see Steve’s eyes, and grinned at the way his hair fell over his forehead. He reached up and flicked the strands away from Steve’s face.
Steve jerked his head away, a faint flush rising in his cheeks. “Stop it,” he said, but the words were full of affection. “Had a few drinks, have we?”
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I sure as hell have.” Tony leaned back against his hand, comfortable in Steve’s strong grip. “Wanna take advantage?”
Steve snagged his tie. “No,” he said, dragging him in. “Not at all.” His lips caught and clung on Tony’s, the kiss deepening and his fingers climbing up Tony’s tie until the were snug against Tony’s chest. Tony smiled against Steve’s mouth. “Smug,” Steve whispered, not bothering to raise his head.
“Kinda,” Tony said, dragging Steve against him. “But I’ve got reason to.” His hand slid down to cup Steve’s ass. “Look who I’m in the process of seducing.”
I love everything about this
Emily’s first date or why Clint and Phil shouldn’t have become parents (WIP title)
"Daddy you are being ridiculous!" Emily groaned and turned to Phil."Dad, tell him he’s being ridiculous please. I am sick of having this conversation with him!"
"I am not! I’m just worried about you going to the circus with this guy named Dylan, who we never met before! Can you honestly blame me, Phil?" Clint asks him and Phil can hear a twinge in his voice that he never uses unless he’s frustrated to hell.
"I think you both are being ridiculous," sighed Phil, pinching the bridge of his nose. God he was getting too old for this shit and it wasn’t helping that their pit-lab mixes Rufus and Bernard were doing that weird thing they do when they push Emily away whenever Clint, Phil, or anyone talked to her in a confined space. Thankfully, Lucky was being a good boy and was currently laying down by Phil’s feet and watching how everything was playing out.
The Baker and the Archer (Bakery AU WIP title)
Phil cringed(yes cringed) as he heard something break in the kitchen and quickly excused himself from talking to Clint, before going back into the kitchen. “What broke now?”
"I dropped two plates from the high shelf while trying to get them, sir," Peter answered quickly, already grabbing the dust pan and broom."I thought I could reach them but I grabbed it the wrong way I guess."
"Are you hurt?" Phil asked as he surveyed the rest of his kitchen for more damage.It seemed everything else was fine, except that Steve and Thor were still not back yet from that wedding delivery and Darcy must have been still at lunch.
"No I’m fine, sir,"replied Peter."I just thought I was tall enough to reach those plates since the other ones are in the dishwasher drying up now."
(Okay this is nothing new really but it’s a WIP I had since last summer and I thought I at least share some stuff with you because it has Clint trying to tell bb!Peter a bedtime story and I might work on it tonight.)
“Once upon a time, in kingdom, not too far away but far enough away you couldn’t get there on foot for a week, there was a great dragon named Phillip who protected the kingdom from doom and harm.”
“You mean Doctor Doom?”
“What? No, just doom. Like, let’s just say evil things, alright?”
“So you do mean Doctor Doom then.”
“Peter, do you want a story or not?”
“Sorry Uncle Clint.”
“It’s alright buddy,” Clint smiled at Peter and ruffled his hair a little bit. “Anyway, like I was saying: There was a great dragon named Phillip who protected the kingdom from evil things, like warring kingdoms who had no good reason to attack and from sorcerers who wanted to claim the kingdom as their own and put curses on the knights to make it so.”
“That does sound bad! How did the dragon protect the kingdom? Did he eat everyone in one gulp or did he breathe fire on them to stop their armies?” Peter asked excitedly, hugging his teddy bear to his chest.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down Peter, I’m getting to that part. So, Phillip the Great Dragon took care of things when the kingdom really needed him. Which, was more often than you would think, considering this kingdom had King Nicholas, the greatest strategist and knight that there was. He led armies bigger than the Roman and Persian empires combined into battle, and, besides being a fearless leader and knight, King Nicholas’s family was the one that had a pact with Phillip for generations. It was with that pact, that if the kingdom shall fall into great and terrible peril, the dragon would come and save their butts from it, using a sacred and magical amulet that was used to contact him, since he lived about a three day journey from the kingdom.”
Well there is a real sequel coming and this may or may not end up forming part of it, but in the meantime, here (four years after All I’ve Got Left To Believe In):tora42 asked: Prompt yay! Um…how about Clint/Coulson, maybe a tie-in snippet to “All I’ve Got Left to Believe In”?“So what’s her name?” Clint asks, kicking his feet up against the wall and letting his head tip backwards off the bed.
Phil comes into their bedroom just then and frowns at him, shaking his head when Clint beams back at him. Since Phil got a regular grown-up job, the end of his work day is Clint’s favourite time.
On the other end of the phone, Peter makes a hilarious high-pitched spluttering noise. “No, what, no there isn’t any, I don’t know what you…”
“There’s definitely a girl,” Clint says, watching Phil move around the room, taking off his watch and undoing his belt. “You can’t fool me, Peter Parker, I know things.”
“You do not,” Peter protests, still sounding flustered. “I remember when you were trying to get together with Phil; you were terrible at it.”