The Hawksilver moment in "Finally Free"
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"And that concludes our monthly meeting..." Director Fury announced with a clap of his hands as he closed up the powerpoint.
All of the Avengers were all clearing out of the meeting room, having a lot more important things to do. However, Pietro noticed that Clint hasn't moved an inch, he was just staring ahead. Pietro wanted to ask what was wrong but he decided against it when he heard the Hawkeye let out a shaky breath.
"Pietro."
"Uh, hey, Clint. What'cha thinking about?"
Clint stood from his chair, he was shaking, fidgeting with his hands and his posture was off. "Uhmm, I've been meaning to ask you."
Pietro's heart raced at the statement, knowing exactly what was next.
"Will y-you go out with me?" Clint said, now a bit closer to Pietro. When Clint didn't get an imidiate reply from the speedster he reassured. "But like, you don't have to if you're busy and if you don't really like me that is. But like, I really want to but-but don't worry you're not obligated to or something..." he rambled.
Pietro internally panicked. He knew that he saw that coming but his brain refused to believe it, it was just all too surreal. And the fact that Clint was nervous to ask him out was unbelievable, considering his confident aura all the time. But all Pietro brain was processing was all blank.
"No." Pietro bluntly answered.
Clint's face fell at that. "Oh... that's okay though. Like I said, it's okay if you don't want to. I mean, it's your decision... even if I'd really like to--"
Pietro cut off his rambling with a kiss. It wasn't chaste, it was an intimate kiss, it was undescribeable. His lips moving sofly against Clint's. At first the archer didn't move, too in shock but when he felt Pietro's arms slid onto his neck, he moved in sync with him.
Clint gently placed his hands on Pietro's hips, afraid that he'd hurt him. They were constantly pulling away for air but when they get the chance of reattatching their lips, they'd just crash right in the middle.
After what seemed like an hour of just lip locking, Pietro finally pulled away, but his and Clint's lower lip were still in contact.
Pietro nodded and sped off, leaving a very flushed Clint behind.
