[All the Secret Santa's gifts are due on Christmas Day(tomorrow)!]

You're not very sure how you ended up under the mistletoe with Clint. You're pretty sure Natasha had something to do with it. You've had a crush on Clint for the longest time, and Natasha's probably had enough of hearing you pine over him.

"I will murder you," You hiss to Natasha, who's smirking as she pours a drink. "Don't you dare think for one moment that I will not get you back."

Clint clears his throat, rubs the back of his head as you turn. "We don't have to-"

"Oh yes you do," Natasha says.

"Natasha Romanoff you evil little.." You sigh, lean closer and whisper desperately, "Please don't make me do this."

"Mistletoe is mistletoe, (Y/n)."

"Okay," You shake out your hands and face Clint, taking his tie and pull him closer until your lips are touching.

When you push him away you're both blushing, and you're pretty sure that Clint is smiling, but you scuttle away before he has the chance to say anything.