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Does The Swallow Dream Of Flying by Cosmo Sheldrake

me when weird guy who also happens to be a creature of unknowable origin with an unimaginable amount of raw power,,,,,

TA: actually ii am very ugly

CG: OKAY THEN I WAS WRONG.

get mistletoe smooches from the birb !! accepting@cxpt​

“you ARE aware that you’ve been hoverin’ around that doorway for the past half hour, right?” trick question, when is Steve ever not aware of the things he does                it takes an eye in the sky however perhaps, to notice. to watch the good ol’ Captain slipping in an out of the adjacent rooms, carrying coffee cups back and forth, bringing a tablet, forgetting the tablet, going back to retrieve the tablet, forgetting the coffee cup, back and forth like a busy bee. Clint had spent the good part of the past hour watching from the top of the stairs; and 20/20 vision has you SEE the occasional glimpse up at the mistletoe dangling in the doorway.

( he probably needs a hobby, not gonna deny it )

hands stuffed in the front pocket of his hoody does he approach Steve the next time he goes for a merry round of getting something I previously forgot in the room next door, a smirk sitting on his lips, broad enough to almost form a circle around his head. the Captain’s dumbfounded PUPPY EYES do nothing in that moment to make this any less amusing. “a’ight, come here.” a nonchalant grip to Steve’s arm follows, a pull to the broad frame back under the swinging little twig and with his eyes up does Clint position Steve in just the right way for him to stand right below the mistletoe. one should really rename the guy to Captain Obvious. petition starting tomorrow.

“there we go”, and without even a SECOND’S hesitation does he lean in, fingers still curled around Steve’s shoulder, and presses an almost too soft kiss to the Captain’s lips.