Antamerica (Gen)
Warning: Mention of drinking.
Disaster Bi
Scott and Clint sat on the couch. They were bored out of their minds. Watching movies is what they have been doing for the past week. They finally had it. Getting up and roamed around the place. The two started to trash the kitchen in search of something to do. Scoot pulled out a box. "Want to make a cake?"
"No, I was thinking of something more entertaining."Clint began rummaging through the fridge. Only for him to pull out a bottle of peppermint schnapps.
"How about a game?"
"Might as well." Shrugging Scott pulled out two glasses.
"Ok, what game do you have in mind, bird boy?"
"Quarters. Have you played before?"
"Of course." With that, they each attempted to shoot a quarter in each other's glass.
It wasn't that shocking that Clint made it in Scotts drink more often. When they finished the bottle they shuffled back towards the front room.
"Hey, Captain," Scott slurred.
Steve began to turn pink from Scott's intense gaze. Cautiously he stepped forward. Until he was behind Steve. His hand traveled up toward Steve's hair. Running his hand threw it. Feeling how soft and smooth it felt. Scott wondered if it was always like that. Or if it was due to the serum.
Regardless, he played with the blonde's hair. Smashing it in a mohawk and twisting it around.
Making her way into the room. Natasha spotted the two. "What in hell are you doing?"
"What the fuck. This is so soft and smooth. Wow!"
"Clint, what's going on there?" Natasha pointed at the two.
"Scotts being a disaster bisexual. Steve is sitting there having a gay panic." Clint chuckled.
Steve sat there awkwardly. Trying not to lean into the other's touch.
Huffing out Natasha grabbed Clint and forced him out of the room. At least they could have their moment in peace.