Hey, so this is something I wrote for my Creative Writing Club, and I just had to post it here... Warnings: boy/boy and slightly descriptive kissing. Not to bad, though. Like, two or three sentences. I do not own The Avengers.

Marry Me?

Steve glanced over at Clint, watching the smaller man. Clint was reading a book (And Then There Were None), curled up on the couch. His head was pillowed by the armrest, head facing outwards. Blond hair splayed messily over the armrest, gray-blue storm colored eyes half-lidded and focused on the book. One arm curled over Lucky the dog, who was cuddled into Clint's side.

Steve continued watching as Tony came over and stole Lucky, picking the dog up and moving him to his spot on the couch. Then Tony popped in a movie, causing Clint's eyes to look up, focusing as the Mission: Impossible theme song played. Steve knew the movie was Clint's favorite, because it proved that ordinary people could do anything. He was proven correct when Clint smiled and put his book down, being careful to put a bookmark in to mark his spot. Then he gently laid the book down on the coffee table in front of the TV, avoiding Tony's popcorn bowl.

Steve frowned momentarily when Tony sat back down next to Clint. Then Natasha, Bruce, and Thor were entering the room for 'Movie Night' and gathering around, blocking Steve's view of Clint. Steve sighed and got up, lifting Clint up out of his seat before settling him on his lap, the shorter man smiling up at him. Steve smiled back before he risked a look down at the slight bulge in his pants' pocket. Everyone was so content right now, engrossed in the movie... It could wait one more night, right? Yeah. Of course it could.


Steve let out a laugh as Clint jumped, startled, after Steve tickled him from behind. It wasn't often that Steve snuck up on Clint, so he never missed an opportunity.

Clint smiled up at his boyfriend, leaning up to peck Steve on the lips. Steve smiled and kissed back, feeling the small but soft lips respond. Clint's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling Steve down for better leverage. His muscled arms rested on Steve's shoulders even after the two separated.

Steve gently removed them, taking the archer's hands into his own and kneeling on the floor, reaching into his pocket, and pulling out the small, velvet box and opening it. He let it rest in his open palm as he gazed up into Clint's wide eyes. With a start, Steve realized the man was crying.

"Clinton Francis Barton." Steve began. "Will you marry me?"

So what'd you guys think? Only my second boy/boy fic, so I hope it was okay. Also, Lucky is a real character, not one of mine. He is from Hawkeye's comic book series, although his name was originally Arrow. No, Clint did not name him. :P It was completely coincidental.

Please review!