Maybe something about Clint being flexible (circus training?) and Bucky appreciating it immensely. || Thank you for all the amazing stories you've written, love your writing.
Bucky watched as Clint scaled the side of the building, ignoring the rusted and precarious fire escape in favour of fingertip holds on windowsills, impossible footholds, improbable stretches.Ā
āGuyās flexible,ā he said, off-hand, to Natasha.Ā
āYouāre having a thought,ā she said, amused.Ā āA lot of people have that thought. Then they get to know him.āĀ
Then he got to know him.Ā
Late night commiserating over nightmares with ice cream and crappy TV. Post-mission banter and paper airplane wars. Trick shot battles at the range - which Clint always won, of course,Ā ācos Hydra didnāt exactly value the ability to shoot while upside down.Ā
Bucky started to value time spent with Clint over any other activity. Started to value Clintās smiles over any other sight. Three months in he leaned against a wall next to Natasha, thoughtful silence between them.Ā
āYouāre still having a thought,ā she said.Ā
āIf you hurt him,ā she said, and he almost half-smiled,Ā ācos heād given the few dates Steveād ever managed that talk, too.Ā āIāll wait for him to be done with you,ā she said,Ā āand then kill you.āĀ
āHe wonāt kill me?ā Bucky asked, amused.Ā
āHe likes you,ā Natasha told him. Bucky looked at her sidelong, put a little offended into his tone.Ā
āYou donāt like me?āĀ
āI donāt love you,ā she said, and he blinked, blinked again.Ā
āHis balance is exceptional,ā she said,Ā ābut he falls fast and hard. Donāt get into this if youāre not ready for that.ā She pushed away from the wall, continuing without looking around him, at the mess of confusion that currently showed on his face.Ā āDonāt hurt him.ā
āI donāt wanna hurt him,ā he said, soft, low, more revealing than he meant it.Ā
āThatās not even nearly the same thing,ā she said.Ā
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