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Offering 1: WinterHawk fic. Minimum bid is $10 for 1000 words. For every $5 additional dollars, I will add 500 words to your guaranteed minimum word count up to 15,000 words.

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It’s not even that Clint is jealous. He’s perfectly fine with his soulmate being in a relationship with another man. He just wants Bucky to be happy, and if Sam makes him happy, then Clint’s happy. Everyone’s happy.

He’s not even sure Bucky remembers meeting him. It was years ago, when Bucky was still under Hydra’s thumb. They got into a fight on a mission and spoke each other’s Words, not that either of them knew what it meant at the time. The mission ended and they both went on their way, and Clint only realized what had happened when he got back.

So when Sam and Bucky announce that they’re soulmates, Clint can’t entirely hide the stab of disappointment. Maybe Bucky never spoke his words, maybe it was someone else, he thinks. He knows he’s fooling himself, he knows deep in his gut that Bucky is his. He congratulates them and leaves the room as quickly as he can without arousing suspicion, fighting back the burning in his eyes.

“Clint!” Sam calls after him. “Hey, Clint!” Unfortunately, Clint is not as adept off the field as he is in it, so he doesn’t quite manage to get away before a hand grabs his arm, stopping him in his tracks. “What’s going on, man?”

“Nothing,” Clints lies. “I’m happy for you both.”

“Is that why you ran like your heels were on fire?” Bucky asks, coming up behind Sam.

“No, I ran because my soulmate wants another person,” Clint blurts, eyes darting to Bucky.

“Well, that’s dumb,” Sam says, squeezing Clint’s arm. “Why you gotta be such an idiot, man?”

As he speaks, Clint feels a surge of warmth inside him, something he’s only felt once before. His eyes widen. “Sorry, I can’t help it,” he says. “It’s a talent.” He sees the same widening of eyes in Sam, and then in Bucky as it transfers through the soulbond. Sam drops his arm.

“So, you two…” Bucky says, shrinking in on himself a little as he gestures.

“No, you two,” Clint says, reaching out and poking Bucky’s nose. There’s a spark of momentary warmth in his chest, and in Bucky’s too, probably, and Bucky stares at him.

“There’s no two,” Sam says patiently. “Only three.” He reaches out to Clint hopefully, leaving his hand in the air between them.