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Title: Mistletoe Kisses
Characters: Clint Barton, Darcy Lewis, Tony Stark
Fandom: Avengers 2012, Thor
Series:
Written For: illfindmyway for Twelve Days of Fic Christmas
Prompt: fluffy!Darcy and Clint
Summary: The problem with your first kiss being under the mistletoe is you have no idea if the other person is as excited about it as you are.
Rating: PG
Spoilers:
Warnings: Tony is Tony, mistletoe can be dangerous, Clint is a lurker
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, not making any money off this.
Author's Note: This is one of my Christmas stories. This one for illfindmyway. I had my fluffy!Darcy prompt from her and I couldn’t think of anything and then she gave me the lovely first line of this fic. Which I think worked out rather well. Hopefully she does too.


The problem with your first kiss being under the mistletoe is you have no idea if the other person is as excited about it as you are.

At least that was the thought Darcy had when she ended up under the mistletoe with one Clint Barton aka Hawkeye at Tony Stark’s holiday party. Up until that moment she’s successfully avoided most of the guests, except for one truly awkward moment with Steve Rogers. That had the end result of her stretching up as high as she could and kissing him chastely on the cheek. The chaste kiss still resulted in a vivid blush on Steve’s cheeks. And she wasn’t mentioning anything else about what happened before the kiss.

As she was crossing the room to see if she could escape the party, she almost ran into Clint. (She’d only come to the party as a favor to Jane, who’d disappeared almost immediately with Thor.)

“Whoa, Sparkles,” Clint said, stopping her from knocking them both over. “Who’d you tazer now?”

Darcy sighed. That joke was getting old fast. “No one. I was just ready to leave.”

Clint’s eyes flashed over her for a moment. “Can I walk you out?”

“I can take care of myself,” Darcy reminded him.

“Oh, I’m well aware you can, but I was just. I just thought you might. Maybe like the company?” Clint offered.

Darcy was considering his point when Tony swanned up to them. “What are you two crazy kids up to?” he asked as he attempted to throw an arm around each of their shoulders. He glanced up as Clint stepped out of the way, inadvertently stepping closer to Darcy. “Do you realize you’re standing under the mistletoe?”

Clint’s eyes flicked upwards as if he didn’t actually believe Tony and Darcy found her own eyes following his glance. “I didn’t put that there,” Darcy protested as he looked down at her.

“Well, you know what you have to do,” Tony told them almost gleefully.

When Clint still stood there, simply looking at Darcy, she rolled her eyes. She leaned forward, popping up onto her tiptoes so she could reach and pressed her lips to his cheek. Or at least that was her intention.

Just as her lips were about to connect with his cheek though, Clint turned his head and their lips joined. Darcy started to jump backwards, but Clint wrapped one strong arm around her; holding her in place.

Which is what brought the thought that she had no idea if Clint was as excited about this kiss as she was. It was their first kiss and she wished it was anywhere but under the mistletoe.

Clint drew back just as a camera flashed. “Tony, I swear to Thor if you just took a picture of us, my next arrow is going to find itself in your ass.”

Tony spun around and seemed to see something in the distance. “Pepper!” he cried before hustling off.

“I’m just going to…” Darcy started.

“Darcy, wait.” Clint snagged her arm as she tried to walk away, drawing her back to him gently. He was clearly aware of his own strength as he didn’t even bruise her skin. “I wanted. I’ve been. You look beautiful,” he finally settled on.

“Pepper helped me pick it out,” Darcy replied. “But I insisted on the blue.”

Clint’s eyes lingered for a minute on her dress; his eyes clearly more on her cleavage than on the blue of her dress, but Darcy found she really didn’t mind at the moment. “I like the blue.”

“Okay now that that’s settled.” Darcy tried to pull her arm free. “I’m going to head out.”

“I wanted to ask you something.”

Darcy raised an eyebrow at that and waited him out, but when he didn’t say anything, she prompted, “What did you want to ask?”

“Have dinner with me tomorrow night?”

“Uh, Clint? We have dinner together almost every night. Unless you guys are off saving the world.”

“No. I mean. Have dinner with me,” he insisted.

For a minute, Darcy wasn’t sure if she’d understood him. Then before he could change his mind or take it back, she answered, “Yes. Sure. Absolutely.”

Clint cupped her face with his hands, the calluses from years of shooting rough against her skin as he drew her in, kissing her again.