Goddamnit Rogers
Clint is pretty sure that Steve has it in for him. He doesn’t know what he’s done, maybe it’s the extra leave he asked for or maybe it’s the fact that he cut ab windows into all of Captain America’s uniforms on a dare, who can tell? The fact remains that Steve is clearly holding a grudge against him.
How else do you explain the smirk he threw Clint’s way when he offered Pietro a stick of bubble gum?
And it must be some sort of Willy-Wonka-magical-never-ending bubble gum too because Pietro’s jaw has been working it non-stop for almost 45 minutes now.
It’s no secret that Clint hates people who chew gum. I mean, who doesn’t? It’s obnoxious, and rude and noisy and…Clint has never really noticed how incredibly sexy Pietro’s mouth is before.
Clint had glared the first time that Pietro had blown a bubble, flinching as it popped and trying very hard not to blow a fuse and give Steve exactly the kind of reaction he’s expecting. But then he’d noticed the way Pietro’s tongue had flicked out to gather the popped gum and the way he’d licked at his soft, kissable lips to make sure that he’d got every last trace of the gum from his face and Clint all of a sudden felt like his pants were just that little bit too tight. It’s then he noticed that Steve was physically shaking, trying to hold his laughter in.
After 45 minutes of torture all Clint can think (well, except for the pornographic fantasies he’s having about the older Maximoff’s mouth) is Goddamnit, Rogers. It is on.