A quick, not too explicit one to start things off. I have another one similar to this in the works. Any prompts can be dropped in the reviews and/or my ask box on tumblr (url is shakerattleandcrescentrolls)

Thanks for sticking with me on my other stories, folks. Feels Like Rain is on hiatus, and Recalibration is coming alon . . .

The Avengers burst into the room to find that it was, in fact, full of people. People that were very, very close together. It was hot: the mirror behind the bar was all fogged up with condensation.

"Whoa..." Tony's voice came from his suit. "I am really glad I'm in this suit, but at the same time, I'm kind of disappointed" his helmet opened. "Guys, Jarvis says that there's something being pumped into the room,"

"Is it toxic?" asked Steve.

"No, Capsicle, or otherwise everyone would still be on top of each other, but dead."

"So then what is it?"

"Uh oh..." Tony's helmet closed back up.

"Uh oh what?"

"It's pheromones." Just as Tony said it, they reached the group. They all tried to hold their breath, but finally gave up. The door was covered with couples all over each other. Natasha tried to look for another exit back by the bar. She was right next to it when two familiar hands grabbed her hips and spun her around. Lips just as familiar crashed onto hers, and then a tongue pushed its way into her mouth. She opened her eyes to find gray - almost black - ones. Clint. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear Cap calling their names. She tuned him out as Clint's arms circled around her tighter, pulling her flush against him. She could feel him pressed to her hip, and she let out a small moan as his lips moved sloppily to her neck, leaving a wet trail down her jaw. She had barely put her gun in its holster when he lifted her on top of the bar. She scooted back and laid down. He wasted no time to climb on top of her, kissing his way up her body. She moaned louder, then wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him down onto her. He smiled against her neck, recognizing the move from some of their other... adventures.

Tony was scanning the room when he saw a flash of red on the bar.

"Oh,"

"What?" Cap asked.

"Just our two favorite assassins heating up for fondue,"

"Oh." Cap's face turned almost the same color as Tony's suit. He rushed over to the two agents, pulling Clint off of Natasha and handing him to Tony. He then grabbed Natasha, being careful to not let her legs anywhere near his head.

Once back on the Helicarrier, they were all reporting on the dud lead. Fury excused them, and the two assassins disappeared instantly.

They boarded the Quinjet, and then they were back on top of each other. Hands moving, tongues dancing, mouths moaning, hips bucking, fingers pumping.

A red-faced Steve waited outside, trying not to picture what was happening inside.