#hawkwinter

I’ve had this on my list for a while. Just a short, sweet thing.

The arrow whizzed past Bucky’s head. He ducked just in time and turned to see that it had impaled the wooden beam behind him. Wood splinters scattered across the floor and he got an eye on the shooter.

“Seriously, I thought you were the best shot in the world.”

The man emerged from the shadows, a smirk on his face. Clint Barton was a royal pain in his ass, but somehow Bucky had grown fond of him. Clint cocked his head to the side and looked Bucky up and down.

“If I wanted to kill you, Barnes, you’d be dead.”

“Isn’t that sort of your job?”

“Last I heard, you’re supposed to kill me too. Looks like we’re both doing a crap job.”

 It had been sinister, how their agencies had pitted them against each other. Bucky had a feeling it was because he and Clint were both trouble, loose cannons who didn’t exactly follow the rules. HYDRA and SHIELD felt as though it was a win-win opportunity.“It’s almost like you don’t want to kill me,” Bucky teased. 

“Are you growing fond of me?”

“I have to acknowledge you're fun.”

Clint took that moment and Bucky’s deep thoughts to pin him against the wall. The other man rushed him, putting both hands on his chest as he pushed him into the wall. 

The moment before their kiss stretched out, long and like they weren’t in a hurry. Bucky knew for a fact that this was anything but the truth. He and Clint were both in a hurry, and sitting still was never an option in their line of work. Clint stared at his lips though, and neither of them moved a muscle.

Fed up and knowing they couldn’t wait anymore, Bucky closed the gap between them. Clint let out a sigh and their kiss grew in depth and passion. It was a fight for dominance, an assertion that they were still themselves.

Neither of them wanted this to end. Neither of them wanted it to stop.

“Until next time,” Clint said.

Oh, boy do I ever!

Clint treating Bucky like he does everyone else. Sometimes it back firing quite spectacularly on him. But Bucky still appreciates it. Even if Clint did give him a panic attack when he fell out of the vent above his bed room at some ungodly hour.

Both of them basically dating for a crazy long time while insisting they’re ‘just friends’ who occasionally sleep together, hold hands and cuddle.

Natasha and Sam basically staging an intervention for the two to finally figure out their feelings.

Both Clint and Bucky showing their love for each other through actions more than words. Most of the time grossing Sam and Kate out by it.

Steve and Natasha both being so so happy for the pair.

Bucky constantly saving Clint’s ass.

Those joke pillows that say ‘We had sex here.’ Are no joke in their apartment.

One of them pulling something during extremely creative sex and almost humanly impossible positions.

Bucky does all the cooking

Clint is a total pro at untangling Buckys arm from his hair and Luckys Fur.

Lucky and alpine being the most spoiled animals on the planet.

Bucky is always at Clint’s side in medical to tell him how much of an idiot he was/is. (Though he really means to say how scared he was for the other man.)

All the sex jokes.

When they get their act together being almost unstoppable.

“Clint, would it kill you to use a glass.”

“Why are their knives in the sugar Bucky?”

An insane amount of PDA.

Their apparmemt being the most disorganized organized place on the planet. (And probably has more weapons than a SHIELD armory.)

Lots of random competitions and bets with one and other.

Neither of them sleeping with out the other.

Bucky being a total blanket hog

Clint is like a human octopus in his sleep.

Lucky and alpine take up the majority of the the bed.

Almost daily coffee runs

Stupid nicknames like Tin man and feathers

Really intense snowball fights

Prank wars where no one is safe. (Especially when they’ve teamed up.)

Natasha threatening to do unspeakable things to them if they don’t lock the door when they have sex.

The building they live in being the safest in NY next to the tower.

Clint folded his arms across his chest as he went to lean against the door frame. Stumbling slightly as he was slightly further away than he had originally thought. Once comfortably slumped he spoke. "So," he started pausing for unnecessary dramatic effect. Keen eyes studying the man on the other side of the room. "I sleep on the right side of the bed, and will leach on to you in my sleep. There's no way around that one. I hate having my ears and feet touched. I'm useless before my first pot of coffee." He stated plainly eyes flicking over Bucky's face slightly covered by his hair, and then over his shoulders and down his broad chest. "Anything you want to declare before we get hitched chatty?" Clint asked and walked a little further into the soldier's room. There was a pregnant pause not that Clint was surprised by that. Bucky was selectively mute, he would be too if the rolls were reversed. "I have nightmares, and hate having heavy blankets over me when I Sleep." Bucky finally spoke and Clint gave a receptive nod. "Don't touch my temples." Bucky said firmly this time making eye contact with Clint. Clint knew that must be a big deal for him after what HYDRA did...how they did it. “Got it boss.” Clint said nodding while grinning dopily at the other.

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As far as SHIELD missions went this one was pretty soft. Pretend to be married go to a fancy tropical resort crack the heads of human traffickers go home with a tan. Easy. That was until they found their room had been bugged. Which under normal circumstances wouldn’t have been a big deal. They’re pull the bug examine it send it to the tech wizards get a lead and kick some ass. But niether Clint it Bucky’s cover left room for them to have the know how to do a big sweep. SO this meant they had to be in character the whole time. To Clint it wasn’t a big deal he was no stranger to sleeping with people (in a variety of ways.) To Bucky it was a big stresser. So they got creative, and Clint broke his arm. Bucky finished the mission while Clint poured and watched Bucky's six tying not to do something stupid.

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Once more I am so so sorry this took so long. 

Growing up in the circus Clint learned a variety of sometimes very usefully things archery being at the top of that list. Learning to walk the tight rope was somewhere in the middle of the list. So, in Clint's mind he figured it wouldn’t be that bad of an idea to trapeze to a better vantage point for the scrummage several storied down on the ground. Sure he could have asked for someone to give him a lift, but being picked up and plopped down on various roof tops was not Clint’s favorite thing, and everyone looked busy. He could do this no sweat. Even if it had been years. Things went off with out a hitch for the first four and a half, and then like most things in Clint's life it went to shit. The building he was attempting to leave received a crumbling hit from what Clint suspected was a laser. Not that he had time to actually check because he was falling faster than he was able to say ‘Aw no..’ Clint didn’t remember much after that other than something that sounded vaguely like a tare. 

People left Clint, It didn’t matter if he loved them or not. They always left. Typically because they were dead. Yes, he was well aware that everyone dies one way or another, but the people Clint found himself in love with always seemed to get taken away by some ass hole on a power trip.

Clint’s bad luck started with his parents…Although he wasn’t sure if he ever really loved them. His old man was a mean drunk and his Ma just didn’t seem to care about him and Barney. Then Barney left him and came back only to get killed partly because of Clint. Only to come back again and turn in to the best big brother when he was out of Clint’s life. Or at least that’s how Nat so kindly put it. And yet there they were sort of coexisting. But Clint was sure it was all an act. After Barney there was Bobbie. Clint was sure he loved her to the point where he married her despite being against marriage. But it was short lived. First Bobbie faked her death and then there was that tricky little thing about her killing that man. She was gone again but that was Clint’s choice…though it still hurt like hell.

Slowly Clint took a breath in through his nose for the count of eight before blowing out through his mouth for the count of ten fingers drumming against his thighs. He should fix his hair Clint figured. May as well commit. Even if it scared him.. Dipping his hands under the flow of the tap to wet them first Clint then ran them through he hair and pushed around at the front until it was less messy and well sorta looking formal. He hated gel. Even if this was the most important day of the rest of his life. Turning the tap off Clint store at his reflection. He looked ready, but was he? He wanted this right? Yes, don’t be stupid. Tasha’s told you she’s sure a million times that he hadn’t misjudged. But that did little to deflate the ever-growing bubble of fear in his stomach. Clint had lost so many people in his life he didn’t want to lose anyone else. Especially Bucky. He was too important. Maybe Clint lucked out this time? Bucky had ‘died’ and come back twice already. Maybe he wouldn’t get taken or leave Clint like all the others. Clint nodded his head to his reflection. Nothing was changing this. Nothing. No childish fear of being alone, no depression or lack of sleep was going to change this. Nothing. Clint stopped in the doorway of the bathroom caught off guard by the wide grins spread over Tasha and Barney’s faces. “What? You two look like you’re up to no good…which is scary.” There was a moments pause that made Clint feel squirmy and hot across the nape of his neck. “You look good Clint…I’m happy for you….” Tasha said genuine and gentile. “We’re all proud of you. Red and I may not agree on much…er well anything really. But this.” Barney gestured vaguely to the empty air in front of him. “This you deserve more than you know.” He said a sparkle in his eyes Clint hadn’t seen since there time in the circus… Swallowing as Cint shifted on the spot feeling almost like a scolded child unsure of how to take the praise. “UH, thanks…Guys.” He said slowly blue eyes darting to the wall clock just to the left of the couch. “But we should get going…or we’re gonna be late and I don’t wanna be a fuck up…at least not today,” Clint said nervously and jammed his hands into his pockets. Clint’s palms were becoming increasingly wet with sweat by the second. “There’s nothing to fuck up Clint” Natasha attempted to assure even if it was a losing battle, Clint only nodded and started to walk towards the door hot on Barney’s heels.

All three images belong to Marvel. Taken from Part one of a five part series from Tales of Suspense Wintersoilder and Hawkeye.