#samclint

a redraw of this! except this time Clint fites back!

okay I will admit I got super distracted fixing up some [write this later] notes in this draft that I'd left for myself (thanks past!me) but there are at least 3 new sentences in and amongst this section!

Sam’s not jealous of a piece of driftwood. He’s not. It’s just a chunk of wood being carried by Clint.

Shirtless.

Sweaty.

In the sunlight.

But he’s not jealous of the piece of wood, because it’s just a piece of wood. He’s the one who gets to sleep next to Clint while they’re on this godforsaken island—to keep warm, of course—he’s the one who gets to talk to Clint all day, and he’s the one who watch Clint try and make them a fort to sleep in.

“The storm’ll be here soon, I think,” Clint says, forcing the driftwood into place in the sand. “Probably should start getting all the supplies into the fort.”

“Yeah,” Sam agrees. “I’ll grab the water?”

“You’ll do no such thing,” Clint says, planting his hand on Sam’s chest to keep him sitting.

Sam really hopes Clint can’t feel how fast his heart is beating right now. “I won’t?”

“Nope,” Clint says cheerfully. “You’ll stay put while I get the supplies, and then I’ll come back for you. Gotta stay off that leg, Sammy boy.”

Sam grumbles, but he doesn’t put up any real fight. Clint gathers all their food and water and puts it inside the fort, then comes back for Sam. “I coulda walked,” Sam tries halfheartedly.

“Nah,” Clint says, scooping him up like he weighs less than that piece of wood. “Besides, I was getting kind of jealous.”

“Jealous?” Sam asks. “Of what?”

Clint blushes, his already sunburnt skin going a shade darker. “Of the chair,” he admits. “It’s stupid.”

“You—oh. Oh.” Sam blinks, his mouth open in surprise. “I was jealous of the wood you were carrying earlier,” he admits.

“Aw, Sammy,” Clint teases. He gently sets Sam down on their shared bedroll, propping himself up on an elbow next to him. “Whaddaya say we make good on this surprise vacation, hm?”

i present: samclintbucky date night where they try to go to a bar or club

Summary:

Clint is Riley.

That’s his cover. He’s sent by SHIELD to infiltrate the EXO Falcon unit, under the name of Riley Jones.

Sam watches Riley’s empty casket being lowered into the ground. He’s the only one there. There’s nothing left of Riley, nothing but the pain in Sam’s chest, nothing but the regret of never telling Riley how much he’s meant to Sam.

Chance brings him face to face with Clint Barton, alive, scratching the back of his head with that awkward little gesture, and saying “hey” like he hasn’t shattered Sam’s world to pieces.