They were sitting on the couch in a super-duper intense match of Mario kart, winner cooks dinner. When carefully Clint leaned forward. it wasn't meant to be a prelude to anything, and it wasn't absentminded, and it wasn't a goodbye, and somehow that put it into a whole new category of its own. James had yanked his hair back and secured it with a worn out hair tie, swearing at the bits of hair that slid out and fell in his face but he was too busy mashing buttons to tuck it back. The sloppy bun had little to none structural integrity in back, wisps brushed at the nape of James's neck, and it was there that Clint gently pressed his mouth. It wasn't a prelude, or absentminded, or a goodbye; more like a promise to protect, to comfort, and to love.
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