#captainwinterhawk

Bucky is cooking breakfast with Steve wrapped around him from behind when Clint stumbles into the kitchen. He rubs his eyes sleepily and waves at the two of them. Bucky uses his free hand to wave back, but Steve instead gestures with his head for Clint to come closer. At first, Clint thinks it’s to join in the the morning cuddling.

“Smell him,” Steve says.

So it’s not morning cuddling. Hopefully it’s not a sex thing either, not because Clint isn’t adventurous, but because it’s early and he’s still tired.

“Why?” Bucky exclaims, wriggling a little in Steve’s embrace. “Why are we smelling me?”

“Hush, you,” Steve says. Then to Clint again, “Smell him.”

Clint obligingly leans in close, putting his face next to Steve’s, right in Bucky’s neck, and breathes in deeply through his nose.

“He smells like Bucky,” Clint says. “I like it.”

Bucky is blushing so hard that it’s wrapping around his neck where both of their faces are pressed. Clint nips at the rising heat and repeats, “You smell real good, Buck. You always do.”

“You do,” Steve says, but there’s something in his tone that draws Clint back to him. Something more serious.

“Is there supposed to be something else?” Clint asks. “If you’re trying to tell me he’s using your shampoo, then I’ve got news for you. We’re all using your shampoo. You’re the only one who goes grocery shopping on a regular basis.”

“He smells the same,” Steve says. “As before. There’s a lot that’s changed - a lot I’m sorry you’ll never get to know - but this is the same. He smells the same.”

He turns and buries in face in Bucky’s neck again.

“You smell the same,” he murmurs.

[read on ao3]

"Say," she says, "if you were to ask one of them out, who'd you choose?"

"Do I have to?" he adds a little whine, for good measure. "I like them both."

But then Natasha grins at him, with teeth, and oh-oh. Bucky looks to the sofas to see both Clint, cheeks pink, and Steve, face red, staring at him.

Bucky, deer, meet headlights.

Natasha is gone by the time Bucky dares draw breath again. He laughs self-deprecatingly into his food, but can't help gaze back up at the other two. Steve and Clint look at each other for a beat, and they seem to come to some sort of conclusion, because they share a nod.

Hello everyone. For November’s Polyshipping day, here is some lonely singer Bucky finding himself with not only one, but two prospective boyfriends! There’s pining, there’s obliviousness, there’s a coffee shop, and a badass Natasha. There’s an actor Clint and an artist Steve, there’s a towel cape and a running adventure, and of course the complimentary mystery colony of mold in the fridge.

So, this ended up being more date preparation than actual date. Hope that’s okay? Thanks for the prompt!

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Steve watched as Bucky tried for the third time to properly knot his tie. Bucky let out a frustrated huff as one of the metal plates on his hand snagged the soft, green fabric of the tie. 

“Used t’be able to do this in my sleep,” Bucky growled as his eyes connected with Steve in the mirror. 

“C’mere and I’ll do it for you,” Steve responded with a soft smile. Bucky was more nervous for this date than he was, a complete reversal from their days of double dates with whatever girls Bucky could find. But it was cute, seeing Bucky all flustered and unsure. For a second, he thought Bucky was going to be stubborn about it and not let him help, but then Bucky let out a sigh and walked over to him in defeat. As he grabbed hold of the two ends of the tie and started knotting them together, he said, “You know you don’t have to wear a tie. Clint won’t care.”

Bucky huffed again, not meeting Steve’s eyes. “I just… want it to be nice, you know?. I want…”

Steve leaned in and kissed Bucky’s cheek lightly. “You want it to work out.”

A blush spread across Bucky’s face and he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, I really do.”

“Well, you’re all set,” Steve said as he smoothed down the now properly tied tie on Bucky’s chest. He dropped another kiss on Bucky’s cheek. “You look great, Buck. He’s gonna be speechless.”

Bucky grinned and grabbed Steve’s hand, pulling him out of the apartment to the elevator and grabbing the bouquet of irises on their way out. Once they were in the elevator, Steve began to feel some butterflies in his own stomach. He knew it was silly. They were already sleeping together, and Clint spent more time in their apartment than his own. But still, this was different. This was official. It scared the hell out of him.

Clint greeted them at his door with a bright, but shy smile. The idea that he was just as nervous as they were helped settle Steve’s nerves a little bit. He really believed that the three of them could do just about anything if they had each other, even start a relationship. 

“You brought me flowers?” Clint said in surprise when Bucky held them out. “I’ve never gotten flowers before.”

“Call us old-fashioned,” Bucky said with a smirk. Steve rolled his eyes at the joke, but Clint laughed before taking the bouquet back into the apartment and setting them carefully on the counter.

“I don’t, uh, have a vase. I’ll have to get one from Nat later,” Clint explained as he shrugged on a light coat. “You both look great by the way.”

Bucky blushed and looked at his shoes so Steve said, “So do you.”

Clint was wearing nice, dark wash jeans and a deep purple button down. Steve looked him up and down appreciatively and was rewarded with a wink. Part of Steve wanted to skip the restaurant, order in, and then take both his boys to bed. But that defeated the point of this date, so he didn’t suggest it. 

“Where are we going?” Clint asked as they left his apartment.

“Pizza,” Bucky answered.

“Fancy pizza,” Steve corrected. This little gourmet pizza kitchen had opened up a few blocks away. He felt like it was an important distinction. They wanted something nicer than their usual, but still something Clint would like. This seemed like the perfect compromise.

My ask box is definitely open for prompts for Winterhawk, Amerihawk, CaptainWinterHawk, and some other ships. I’m not too picky.