Out on the street, the wind was a bit nippy, but he didn't mind the snow so much. He had his hands in his pockets as he made his way amongst the people. For the third time that day, he was just about to come in contact with the mistletoe. By now, he was trying to avoid it, but the damn stuff seemed to be everywhere. In fact, he had practically ran away from one store completely.
Now though, it was harder to do. They were passing by a lamp post when he bumped into a man about his own age. Without thinking about it much, he leaned in and kissed the man lightly on the lips. It might have been that he was trying to go for his cheek, but missed completely. Coulson even gave a grumble of annoyance when he did it.