Unflappable
Clint prided himself on his unflappability. He wouldn't be much of an agent or an Avenger without it. Norse Gods walking the Earth; no big deal. Aliens attacking New York; ho-hum. Fighting side by side with a giant green rage monster; must be Tuesday. Pietro Maximoff walking into the Hallowe'en party at the Tower dressed up in one of Wanda's outfits; ok, maybe not so unflappable as he had once thought.
Clint has always had a deep fondness for Pietro's legs. Strong, muscled legs; runners legs. Solid thighs and sturdy calves that he just knew would feel absolutely fantastic wrapped around his waist. Seeing those legs, miles of them, exposed by the short black dress that stopped indecently high on Pietro's thigh was doing horrible, wonderful, things to Clint's brain.
Excusing himself, ignoring the knowing smirk Natasha was wearing, Clint dodged into an empty corridor in order to pull things back together. Unflappable, he chanted softly, as he leant against the wall, resisting the urge to bang some sense into his head. I am unflappable, Pietro and his goddamn legs do not flap me.
"Is that so? Well, I have to say, I'm a little disappointed."
Clint groaned loudly as the familiar voice interrupted his lust-induced freak out, causing Pietro to chuckle.
"I mean, do you realise how painful it was to let Wanda wax my legs?"
Clint's eyes immediately drop to Pietro's should-be-illegal legs and he has to bite his lips to keep from moaning as he realises that Pietro is telling the truth, the pale skin looking so soft and touchable and inviting.
"And now you're telling me it was all for nothing and you're not even flapped by it?" Pietro shakes his head mock sadly, his eyes twinkling with mirth as he moves into Clint's personal space, until those bare, soft, firm legs are slotting themselves neatly between his own."And, to think, I even bought some lace panties to wear underneath -"
Clint's hard worn control snapped with a growl. Jesus Fucking Christ, this kid was going to be the end of him he thought briefly before fisting his hand around the leather thongs hanging from Pietro's neck and crashing their lips together until rational thought was beyond him.
Being unflappable was a grossly overrated trait anyway.