(So I've been binge watching all of the Hayao Miyazaki(Studio Ghibli) movies recently. I don't know if anyone else has seen them, so I'm not sure if I should write an Au with one of the movies..?// High school Au)

(Y/n) sighed, rubbing her lips against the back of her hand to check for blood. "Jesus. Now I remember why him and I broke up. His kisses are all teeth."

Natasha peered up at her mouth in concern. "That did look a bit rough."

"A bit?" (Y/n) scoffed, sweeping the money Loki had thrown on the table before yanking her by her collar into a violent kiss. She dropped it into the large glass bowl that sat in the middle of the table, which was already halfway full—and it wasn't even noon.

"Next up," She heard Natasha call, and shot her friend a grateful look for giving her a moment to recover from Loki's fangs.

"Why don't you just take a break?" Natasha asks once Thor leaves after planting a small kiss on her cheek. "I've got it from here."

(Y/n) huffed. "Why do you get all the sweet ones?"

"Because you're the innocent looking one, and you know how every cliché love story goes with the bad boy and the good girl," Natasha holds up a finger with a grin. "He always wants to steal her heart."

"Oh, shut up."

The volleyball team is holding a fundraiser at the schools charity fair. And since (Y/n) and Natasha are Captain and Co-Captain, their attendance is mandatory.

It had been Wanda's idea to come up with a kissing booth. Though she wouldn't participate, she kept drilling it into their heads until they agreed.

And here they are, Kissing Booth written in pink bright letters above their heads, smiles on their faces and lips that are just beginning to ache.

"You've got to be kidding me," (Y/n) mutters when Rumlow steps into line, his eyes staying firmly on her. "It's Brock."

"You're lying."

Their conversation is interrupted by Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. They're not really the kinda guys you'd expect to see in line for a kissing booth because, well, it's girls they'd have to kiss. And they don't really drift that way.

But they give good money, so Natasha and (Y/n) don't complain when they simply peck their cheeks.

"Hey, (Y/n)," Rumlow says, strolling up to her booth and smirks in a manor that leans towards creepy rather than flirtatious. "What are you selling?"

"Sorry, buddy," Tony cuts to the front of the line, not so subtly shoving Rumlow to the side and kisses (Y/n) quickly on the lips. "Snooze you lose."

Brock stands, ready to throw a punch, but Thor and Sam stand behind Tony with their arms crossed. "It is best if you leave, Rumlow. Your chances for winning this fight is below zero percent."

"Roast!" Someone shouts from the crowd, and Tony grins. "Shots fired!" They turn and find Clint waving. "That was totally wicked!"