We waited two days for Tony Stark to kill us.

clxntonbartxn:

Pietro smiled up at him. “I could say the same.” He chuckled softly, running his hand down Clint’s chest. “Husband... I think I like the sound of that.”

clxntonbartxn:

“That is at least a little bit your fault as well though.” He smiled and followed Clint into the kitchen, sitting himself down at the table. “Some people like to keep their sex and waffles separate.” He chuckled.

clxntonbartxn:

He blushed. He couldn’t quite stop it from happening. “I suppose that did become obvious last night, didn’t it?” His blush darkened a little. “I... have a few ideas on how to pass the time between my recovery and yours...” He cleared his throat. “But I’m not sure you’d want to talk about that over waffles.”

clxntonbartxn:

“She trusts my judgement.” He stretched up, trying to lengthen the kiss. “That is, I’m told, a very key part of being married. Being happy together.”

thedarcydichotomy:

“I know you do ‘Tro. I love you too.” He whispered and stroked his hair back. “Love you so much.”

“Good.” He leaned into the touch with a warm smile. “Now, about those waffles?”

“I should make you waffles yes.” Clint chuckled and got up. “How much do you eat by the way?”

“I... well,” he blushed a little. “Apparently the Captain was a little surprised I could keep up with him at dinner one night, if that tells you anything.”

For a few seconds Clint was convinced he fucked up. That Pietro was gonna grab his clothes and make a run for it. But he didn’t, he was surprised. He smiled widely when Pietro said yes, quickly kissing him. “I love you so goddamn much Pietro.”

“This is crazy. You know that, yes?” Pietro smiled into the kiss. “I love you too. I wouldn’t say yes if I didn’t.” He kissed Clint back, wrapping his arms around him. “So do you want to tell Wanda, or should I?” He smirked.

“It’s almost ridiculous but I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Clint chuckled softly and kissed him again and again. “I think you should tell her. She’ll probably kill me?”

“She won’t kill you.” He chuckled, running a hand down Clint’s side. “She wants for me the same things I want for her. To be happy.” He smiled. “And you make me very happy.”

“I know you do ‘Tro. I love you too.” He whispered and stroked his hair back. “Love you so much.”

“Good.” He leaned into the touch with a warm smile. “Now, about those waffles?”

His jaw dropped for a moment as he stared into Clint’s eyes, looking for any sign that he was still joking. It wasn’t a feeling he was used to, as if the world had stopped completely around the two of them. He smiled, a soft laugh leaving his lips as he thought about what Wanda would say about this. “Yes. Yes, I will marry you.”

For a few seconds Clint was convinced he fucked up. That Pietro was gonna grab his clothes and make a run for it. But he didn’t, he was surprised. He smiled widely when Pietro said yes, quickly kissing him. “I love you so goddamn much Pietro.”

“This is crazy. You know that, yes?” Pietro smiled into the kiss. “I love you too. I wouldn’t say yes if I didn’t.” He kissed Clint back, wrapping his arms around him. “So do you want to tell Wanda, or should I?” He smirked.

“Is that a proposal or just a general statement?” Pietro stared up at him and smirked, but there was something a little more serious in his eyes. “You do not go too fast for me…”

“Well…” He should have learned of his mistakes. He had done this before and it had gone wrong. But this felt right. It really did. He took a hold of his hand, looking up into his eyes. “Pietro Maximoff, will you marry me?”

His jaw dropped for a moment as he stared into Clint’s eyes, looking for any sign that he was still joking. It wasn’t a feeling he was used to, as if the world had stopped completely around the two of them. He smiled, a soft laugh leaving his lips as he thought about what Wanda would say about this. “Yes. Yes, I will marry you.”

“Don’t feel forced to say it alright..?” Clint whispered and kissed his neck softly, taking a hold of his hands.

“I don’t. I want to tell you.” Pietro squeezed Clint’s hands. “I’m just not used to saying it.”

“Better get you used to it then.” Clint chuckled softly and kissed his knuckles was more.

“I will do my best.” He smiled, pulling Clint closer for a proper kiss. He murmured against Clint’s lips. “I do though. I love you.”

“Then I gotta say it more and more.” Clint whispered before kissing him again. “I love you… I love you Pietro…” He whispered and gently stroked his hair back.

“I will not complain if you do.” He groaned into the kiss and leaned into Clint’s touch. “I love you too.” The words came out slowly. “It’s not easy for me to say that but… I do.”

“Don’t feel forced to say it alright..?” Clint whispered and kissed his neck softly, taking a hold of his hands.

"I don't. I want to tell you." Pietro squeezed Clint's hands. "I'm just not used to saying it."

“I won’t even let you take it back.” Clint chuckled and pecked his lips. “I know you’re serious. I love you. And you love me. I’d marry you right away if I could.”

His eyes went wide again. “You… really?” He felt his hands shake a little as he stroked down Clint’s back. “Well, I would like to put on pants first… no need to flash the guests.” 

Clint laughed softly and pulled Pietro into another kiss. “I tend to go a little fast in relationships… But yeah I’d totally marry you.” He brushed the other’s hair back, smiling faintly.

"Is that a proposal or just a general statement?" Pietro stared up at him and smirked, but there was something a little more serious in his eyes. "You do not go too fast for me..."