lovers alone wear sunlight (prompts post and meme)

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It's been a month, darlings. I'm constantly exhausted, grateful for spring, worrying about things settling down. I found out it's going to take 5 months to get into the clinic I need, my brother's knee is pretty much fucked (surgery can do a lot, but), I still don't have a job in the fall--but I have an apartment on a magical island in the middle of the city starting on August 1 or so. I have a job right now. And I had an interview yesterday and it went well.

Two things!

First, the You Are Beautiful meme is happening again. My thread is here: THE YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL MEME

Second, I'd like to write about cuddling. Give me any two or three (or five) Avengers characters and a setting, and I will tell you about them cuddling. XMFC characters are also fair game.

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Clint is drunk.

No, scratch that, Clint is very drunk. Steve holds out an arm to prevent him from walking into a wall.

Clint snorts. "Boy scout," he pronounces carefully. "You didn't have to follow me."

"Natasha asked me to," Steve says, which means yes I did. "She would have come herself, but she's quarantined after the last job, you remember."

"Right," Clint says, rubbing at his eyes. "The virus one. She'll be fine, she has an immune system--it's a good immune system."

Steve's fairly sure that Natasha's immune system has been improved by some of the same scientists who mindwiped her once or twice or fifteen times, and he's glad she at least got something useful out of it. He wants her to be okay. She was sent in to retrieve the lab notebooks of a lab that had a virus outbreak; she knew the risks, had access to all the latest protective gear, she chose to take the job. He knows that. And he couldn't have said no when she asked him to retrieve Barton. Those who do their duty are owed some consideration in return.

"Is this where you've been staying?" he says, nodding at the warehouse Clint almost walked into.

"Yes," Clint says. "Yeah, home sweet home. Come on in." He's sarcastic, but Steve chooses to take him at face value (his reputation is useful sometimes).

It's stark, a mattress in a corner with a blanket and a pillow and a military-looking carry-all bag next to it. "Nice," Steve says mildly.

"Shut up," Clint says. "The apartment--" his voice is raw. Steve blinks against the way it resonates in his own head, the way he can't get rid of Bucky's face as he fell or Peggy's voice as Steve went into the ocean.

"Hey," he says, and, steeling himself, reaches out, pulling Barton in. He doesn't know what makes him do it; it's not like Barton invites casual touch, but he looked like Bucky used to when he was upset just then, shoulders hunched and tense face.

Barton pushes at him at first and Steve would let go, except it doesn't take him very long to relax, hands tight on Steve's jacket, staying close. Steve doesn't say anything because there isn't anything to say, but he'll stay there as long as Clint needs him to.

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<333333! UGH, them. This team and their respective everythings.