“This is my- uh, boyfriend, Clint,” Steve says, and Clint had just wandered over to ask where they were hiding the snacks but now he’s got Steve edging close with an uncomfortable look on his face. Clint’s pretty sure it’s got something to do with the lady he’s just been introduced to - and eh, dating Captain America wasn’t on his to-do list but he’s happy to add it on here.

I have the pleasure of creating a few pieces for a WinterHawk big bang fic by denna5! 

Waves and Safety will be posted a chapter at a time over the course of the next couple weeks! 

Summary: 

This is starting to be a terrible habit, Bucky thinks to himself as he squirms his way into the middle of the bed. Immediately an arm is thrown around his waist and he presses his sweaty forehead into the warm muscle of Steve’s chest, tries to catch his breath.

This isn’t his bed. This isn’t even the floor he shares with Steve. He shouldn’t be here. He’s still been doing it for the better part of a month after he wakes up from a nightmare. 

At first it had been just to make sure Steve was still alive - god, sometimes it feels like every time he closes his eyes he sees Steve’s bloody face as Bucky punches him again and again. So he’d snuck in Barton’s room to check, gotten on the bed to make sure Steve was one hundred percent okay, and he’d completely forgotten about Clint right up until the man was spooning him. 

It had been terrifying right up until Bucky had realized it felt good, having Barton curled around him. It’s taking advantage. If Bucky gets even slightly close to Clint while he’s asleep, Clint will inevitably get cuddly.

Bucky can’t stop himself. 

Steve mutters something in his sleep and Bucky closes his eyes briefly. He’ll move in a minute, like he always does, but for now he’s going to absorb as much of the warmth and comfort as he can get. It feels right, being here, and Bucky’s read about touch starvation but it doesn’t feel the same with Natalia or Sam touching him, it’s just Steve and Clint.

Yeah, he’s got to stop doing this. Neither of them really consented to Bucky invading their bed, after all, and Bucky’s fairly sure that he’s having feelings on top of the bed invasions.

He opens his eyes, tries to sit up even though he feels cold and empty even at the thought of returning to his own silent floor.

He doesn’t really manage sitting up all the way, because the arm around his waist tightens a little. Bucky’s breath stops in his lungs. Oh, shit. He’s got to come up with some kind of excuse for Barton except there’s no excuse for this, he just likes it, and they’re probably going to kick him out of the tower-

“Barnes,” Clint says, and somehow he’s managed to wrap himself even more tightly around Bucky during the panic. Bucky’s not even sure he can escape now, and that’s when he realizes Steve is awake too.

“Just stay the night,” Clint mumbles, his voice too-loud in the way it gets when he doesn’t have his aids in. 

“Hey, Katie-Kate. I’ll be there in ten,” Clint says into the phone as he hitches his pants up around his waist. Steve immediately starts missing the bare skin, the smattering of scars and freckles. He still gets an eyeful of Clint’s biceps, which are indecent all on their own.

“No, I’m not doing anything important,” Clint answers after a beat. “Just at the store. You want more Doritos?”

Steve doesn’t know how he lies so easily. Judging from the way metal fingers clench slightly on his own bare hip, Bucky’s not sure about it either. Clint hangs up the phone and bends down to pick up his shirt. There’s a few minutes of rustling that grow increasingly frustrated and Bucky pushes up from the mattress beside Steve, his hair brushing Steve’s shoulder. 

“Just borrow one of mine, Barton,” he says. “Don’t keep your girl waiting.”

“She’d kill you for calling her that,” Clint answers with amusement, but he picks up something at random from the floor and slides it on. It’s one of Bucky’s favourites, dark red plaid, and Steve’s breath catches in his lungs in a way it hasn’t since he was asthmatic.

“This was fun,” Clint says brightly, leans in to press his lips against Steve’s. It doesn’t last long enough, but then Steve gets to watch Clint kiss Bucky, which is pretty nice too.

He says it too brightly, though.

“Alright, see you guys at the team meeting on Monday,” Clint says, and then he’s gone, the only evidence of his visit being the missing shirt somewhere in their apartment. 

Steve lets himself sigh then, a little longingly, and Bucky presses his face into Steve’s shoulder briefly, stubble scraping against bare skin. He’s still a little sweaty from earlier activities but Bucky doesn’t seem to mind as he wriggles closer, presses a finger into a fading bruise that Clint had left.

“Did you-” they start at the same time, stop. 

“You first,” Steve says. 

There’s a long pause and then Bucky thunks his head against Steve’s shoulder again, sounds defeated when he speaks again. “I want to keep him.”

Well. Fair enough. Steve’s brain is still replaying the last hour on repeat, and he’s starting to think that propositioning Clint Barton for one night of sex was a terrible idea for reasons that weren’t on the pro/con list that Bucky made on Thursday. 

“Me too,” Steve says, and his voice is just as defeated as Bucky’s.

“Okay, interview is starting in ten.”

“I’m not sure about this,” Steve admits. 

He looks uncomfortable. So very uncomfortable, and it had only gotten worse when the crew had insisted that he wear the wardrobe that their team had picked out. The shirt’s not bad - Clint’s not a fan of loud patterns, but they did a good job of highlighting every muscle on Steve’s body. 

“You should do this instead,” Steve says. “You’re more natural in front of a camera. I hate this whole production thing. I’ve hated it since the forties.”

Clint snorts, leans up against the wall. “They want Captain America, not Hawkeye. ‘m just here to steal the dogs.”

Steve grins at him, the first time he’s looked okay since they got here, and Clint looks away, ignores the weird twist in his stomach. There’s a yip from a crate and Clint zeroes in on that instead, catches a glimpse of a black nose and pink tongue. Oh yeah, that’s why he’d chosen to come along to Steve’s fancy interview thing. 

“Alright, release the puppies,” a woman says, and they start opening the crates. 

The tiny border collies immediately swarm Steve, walking on his outstretched legs and jumping up to lick at his cheeks. Steve laughs and makes absolutely zero attempts to push them down. Clint feels the jealousy push at his chest and ignores it, keeps watching Steve pet at them as softly as he can. The woman starts asking her questions and Clint sits back in the shadows behind the cameras, folds his arms. 

Of course he’s jealous, Steve’s got dogs in his lap. 

It’s not at all because Clint wants Steve to be paying attention to him instead of the puppies.That’d be dumb. He watches Steve curl a hand around the smallest of the group, hold it against his chest gently. Steve presses a kiss to the top of its head and the camera crew aws appropriately. 

Clint does not.

When I started shipping them:Late last year? I’m kind of fluid with my ships when it comes to Clint and Bucky - I write mostly Winterhawk, but I can be found reading a lot of different ships. So naturally Amerihawk became one of those ships.

My thoughts:In one of my Winterhawk fics Natasha and Bucky are talking about Clint and she says something along the lines of ‘he’s my Steve’ and yeah, they’re quite similar in some aspects and yet they’ve lead wildly different lives. I like some of the old comic panels where Clint’s just determined to be a bastard, but Steve is also a bastard, let’s be real. 

What makes me happy about them:They’re soft. Not in the fighting sense - god knows they’re both down for murder in the right/wrong situation, but they’re pretty soft when it comes to feelings and a lot of the other characters don’t have that. They’re romantics.

What makes me sad about them:A lot of Amerihawk is MCU-related which, yeah, the MCU is big, but I love comics!Clint and I’d like a little more of that. (Where’s my tall Clint)

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:I don’t - I don’t like this question? Like there’s no wrong interpretation of a ship or character, and if I don’t like something I just don’t read it. I’m not going to complain about someone else’s free content, damn.

Things I look for in fanfic:Comics!Clint! Steve being a little bit of a bastard and having flaws like a human person. Yes. Good shit.

My wishlist:If we have to go MCU I’d like to see some Ronin!Clint/Steve because god knows I am very thirsty for that edgy shit. Also bearded Steve is good. Love that shit. 

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:Steve - Natasha or Sam? (Or both, both is good.)Clint - (here we go) Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Scott Lang, Wade Wilson, Matt Murdock, I’ve probably forgotten some here - and any combination thereof.

I read somewhere that they are doing it with a teen Nathan for some reason which is probably why they are doing Tom Holland instead of someone who fits the game version better.

>o> Whelp. Here I was thinking ‘I’m not sure if any of them do...’ and then, I clicked on the closest WIP tab, and.....yeah.NSFW WARNING!