Happy New Year
It’s nearly midnight and there’s too many damn people in Avengers Tower. Too many people singing off key and spelling their drinks and generally having a blast.
And worst of all, none of them seem to be Pietro.
Clint pushes his way through the crowd, his usually sharp eyes scanning the crowd and coming up blank.
Damn.
Too soon, the countdown starts up - Thor’s booming voice drowning the crowd out as they count down from ten.
10, 9, 8, 7 - -
God, he’d wanted to kiss Pietro at midnight. Call him cliche, call him ridiculous but Clint has spent most of 2015 dancing around his feelings for the damn kid and he had intended to start 2016 the way he meant to go on; with Pietro by his side.
- - 6, 5, 4, 3 - -
“Looking for me, old man?”
In a flash of familiar blue, Pietro is suddenly in front of him, grinning widely and moving closer and -
- - 2, 1
- Pietro’s kiss takes his breath away and Clint knows that nothing will be the same again.
“You didn’t see that coming, did you?” Pietro teases.
Well, maybe some things will stay the same.
“Shut up and kiss me again.”
Here’s to 2016 - may you all have a fabulous year!