#SPIDEYHAWK -> 616 -> Familiarity is knowing his every line and crack even in the dark

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@crisispider -> gets a little thing cause i love you and clint misses his peter

❝ So you know that thing that I kept on putting off? ❞ He's got the best innocent smile that he could put on, pleading eyes that Peter won't even remember and so he'll be fine. Of course, how could he forget Peter's the one who brought it up in the first place weeks ago.

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[TOUCH] The sender caresses the receiver's back, attempting to entice them back into bed.

Prompts from Post-Cotial, In Bed, or Honey Come Back memes -> Accepting

As the autumn leaves turn to crunches under their feet, their apartment's thermostat has been turned up to keep the home toasty as they wait out for the first of the season's storms. Snowfall already began, and every year like clockwork; clint turns his home into an oven. Blankets gathered over years and years get pulled out from storage; some being a thick woolen knit identify for outdoor use and others softer fleeces acquired more recently.

Each blanket has a distinct smell to them, or at least the ones he's had since he was in his twenties. Even as the mornings begin frost with them, making the hardwood floors unappealing for frozen toes to touch; his training could not go on for hibernation.

Clint knows his worth, his value to New York City, and it's that of being one of its heroes. Finest heroes might he add, along with being the best master marksman in the world. He's been in this business for years, with no retirement plan in sight, and the way he keeps on top of that is getting up in the mornings.

Early mornings, despite the rebellious and somewhat depressive part of his brain wanting to remain curled up in a dark warm hole shut odd from the world, were when he spent the time honing his skills. His two to four hour workout regime that keeps him fit and absolutely to keep up with heroes like Captain Marvel and Thor.

In the last few years, there has been on hindrance to this work out regime which hasn't affected his skill set, but did distrupt his sense of discipline with himself. That hindrance had one name and that was Peter Benjamin Parker, of whom was currently curled tightly into the flannel sheets swapped in for the wintry months.

Clint had been in the process of sitting up, stretching out his arms above his head and spine before he got out of bed (letting his legs savor the warmth) before he was up and going to slip himself out of bed and descend the loft staircase. He had reached a hand to pull the sheets and covers higher over Peter, tucking him in tight.

However, Peter doesn't keep himself tucked in that way. NO, Clint finds that out when two fingers start to walk up the back of his spine, fingers warm against his skin as Peter had slipped his hand underneath the sleep shirt that Clint's been sporting since the cold spell had hit the city.

The archer finds himself stalling, in fact more than stalling, Clint was actively leaning back as Peter's fingers continue to trace up and down his spine. A few moments he just breathes with the lines drawn on his back until he feels Peter start to spell out words on his back.

What's one missed morning? echoes in the back of his mind, it's a phrase he's thought often since Peter B. Parker has wormed his way into his house and bed.

First, S-T-A-Y is spelt along his spine but Peter doesn't stop there and he had already been convinced. It's thr next thing that Peter starts to write out along his spine as well.

I-W-O-R-K-U-O- and Peter doesn't have to finish that as Clint twists around to go kiss Peter's lips, whose peaked his head out of the blankets and he's looking at Clint with a gaze. He supposes that he could tuck himself back under the blankets.

I'll work you out is what he imagines Peter was implying, and the look in the dork, his dork's eyes was warm, inviting, and Clint likes the idea he was suggesting. He speaks only for Peter, with a whisper as he gets under the covers and lays his body over Peter's. His lips finding his lips again, ❝ And I'll keep you warm. ❞ He promises as his lips go for Peter's throat and Peter's hands are tucked back under his shirt.

This may be his preferred way to get sweaty, he'll thinks later after they have removed their clothes and kissed his way down Peter's body, currently working the both of them out.

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@crisispider sent the MISTLETOE prompt -> 🌿🍒 x how ever many you want to write for however many muses of any combinations of our blogs. <3 -> well obviously clint's favorite spider deserves a smooch

The first holiday with someone was always a mixed bag. On one hand, he had already gotten through Thankgiving and the next two holidays were going to be exciting. On the other hand, it's kind of major and nerve wracking; an added level of expectation and stress. This was by far not there first kiss and he definitely hopes that this was no where near their last one.

Clint seen and heard about the telltales of relationships being tested in December and ending before the new year would come up. There's the extra filling to the holiday sandwich was that Peter was Jewish and Hanukkah was a whole week for him to worry about getting right; he has been determined to give his all to learning about how to celebrate and respect alongside Peter.

It was the middle of Hanukkah that week that he had remember to pick up some mistletoe and what's the harm? Peter's not the most traditional and he already mixing both holidays calling it Chrismukkah or however he had said it. It's the fourth day of Hanukkah that Clint had put up the mistletoe in his apartment, hanging off the loft railing so it hung near the dining area of his apartment.

Most of the Hanukkah celebration were happening at Peter's place anyways, but today he had promised Peter a lunch and to come by his place. The mistletoe being up was coincidence but it felt right when they sitting down at counter to eat lunch together and he points out the mistletoe hanging.

It's the perfect opportunity, not that they haven't shared a lot of kisses already, to give Peter a proper kiss to mark off their first winter holiday season together. While they are eating as Peter is licking his fingers, Clint points up toward the mistletoe hanging (he was sure that Peter already saw) and that's his move. He points it out, taking a hold of the wrist of the hand he had just been licking the fingers of.

Clint pulls, draws the two of them closer and his other hand goes to cup along Peter's jaw. Hold his face, breath in until his lips are on the other's. A good kiss the first of many.

This is what Peter Parker will learn is a happy tradition that Clint keeps. Over the next few years they would share together, Clint would find the right moments to point out the mistletoe that they would hang together so he could Peter in all close, hold him there and kiss him properly.

Hawkeye's always been a romantic sap, what could he say?

This year was like all the years before exception there was a new addition. Clint's still working out if it was weird to call Ashley Barton his daughter even if technically bloodline would say she was his niece. However, its a happy occurrence. After all this would be the first Christmas with her being with them. The first few months had been an adjustment along with a million questions from Mayday, which she really did take after Peter talking a mile a minute.

Clint's been carrying her around with him as they clean up from a dinner hosted for their friends. It's not the big holiday dinner, but it's December and Clint has always taken Christmas cheer as a month long thing other than two days.

She was drowsy, slumping against him and tucking her face in. He's chatting to her in soft whispers about the day that she'd had, playing with their guests' kids and that wasn't even the biggest of the parties to come. They still had the gathering of superheroes which he's excited to show off. Ashley was cute, chubby cheeked and further commitment to life he had with Peter.

Peter's finishing up with the dishes as Clint has cleared the the floor of toys to trip over. When the other superhero who is turning away from the sink and that's when Clint saw the opportunity. He points to the mistletoe with a smile, that's been hanging there this whole time.

Peter get the idea, but he doesn't go to cup his partner's cheek like he usually does. Instead, he holds up Ashley between the two of them. ❝ Ashe first; gotta christen her first Christmas. ❞ He says, meaning for them to kiss her cheeks at the same time. This was the life that he never thought he would have had, a thought he had robbed himself of chosing to play superhero with the big boys.

Ashley makes her little mumbles, whining as she wants to tuck her face back into one of them. Reaching towards Peter now and Clint passes her off. While he does so, that's when he steals the chance to cup his husband's face as he always does every year before their mistletoe kiss. Thumb rubs over his cheek, looking at him for a moment before going in for the kiss.

❝ I'll relive you of the rest of clean up duty; she's turning into a floppy Muppet. ❞

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This year had been extra special, a new addition to the family. It came with some worry at first, but with being deep into December ⸻ holiday cheer was in full swing. Hanukkah had been bigger this year, he's learnt how to respectfully observe it and if it's important to Peter, then their kids were encouraged to learn, observe, and celebrate it. Now it's onto Christmas and he's lost track of Peter; or more he's pretty sure that he had standing plans to crash on the couch and watch all The Peanuts' Christmas special; Peter wasn't there.

The kids were still napping which was a concerning for how their night was going to go. He absolutely could not face Mary Jane or Mayday's school teacher if May turned into a night owl and slept in class.

Where Clint does find Peter is in their bedroom, and the first sight he sees is Peter in wrapping paper. Not just his partner wrapping presents, which he definitely went over the top for a one year old, but it looks like Peter has wrapped his leg. ❝ You know, babe, if you were going to give me you as a gift. You could have just tied a bow around your dick; not wrap your leg in paper. ❞ He drops to the floor, sitting next to him and going to unwrap his leg.

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Chrismukkah had been the tradition in the Barton-Parker household since their very FIRST winter together, and it had been one that Peter honestly really had grown to love over the last couple of years. They had managed to make it through Hanukkah this year (one that was quite the over the top affair this year) , but CHRISTMAS was still left and Peter was determined that Ashley's first one was going to be as magical as possible.

So it was nonstop baking, decorating, and present wrapping. (The last being Peter's own personal form of HELL.) That was what he was currently doing. On the floor of their bedroom he had been attempting to wrap Christmas presents for the better part of two hours and his back was ACHING but he was determined to finish everything.

He had been in the ZONE, grumbling and mumbling all the way at not only the wrapping paper, but the presents, tape, and even his own fingers. It was honestly quite the sight for someone to walk in on really.

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See he had been trying to pretend that he had done exactly that. Minus the fact that the tree was so obviously still up. It was possibly going remain up for longer unless Peter Parker was moving it out. Even if the damn thing wasn't fake this year and was in fact a real dying tree with needles dropping.

The same with the mistletoe hanging. It was dying and so with it went the joy of Christmas. At least, that's what he would whine about. ❝ Well, if you don't know, than there's nothing at all! No worries here. Everything is all good. ❞ Liar.

He's smiling like Peter was suppose to kiss him now.

Oh he knew EXACTLY where this was going, and there was no STOPPING the sigh that fell out of his mouth as he turned to glance at his DISASTER of a husband. "You are gonna have to be more specific than that beautiful." He had a feeling he knew exactly which thing, but that didn't stop him from torturing Clint just a little bit.

It's only fair after all. Clint was putting off taking down the Christmas tree. The agreement is that it had be put away BY new years eve ( To the point that he started reminding him at the start of December in the hopes that Clint would do it.) but last he checked it was DEFINITELY still in their living room.