#winterhawk x reader

You groaned and dropped your head against the back of the couch as you read the latest text from your sister.

“That was an unhappy sound,” Clint’s voice drifted from where he and Bucky were entering the room.

You turned your head to look at them. “My sister found a nice guy in her cycling class that she thinks would be perfect for me. She means it this time.”

Clint’s nose wrinkled as he curled his lip. “Cycling class? She tell you anything else about him?”

“Law clerk. Around my age. Pretty.”

Bucky’s brows shot up. “She actually used the word pretty?”

You nodded and groaned again. “I don’t like pretty.” Both men laughed at your disgruntled tone.

Okay, so maybe, technically that wasn’t entirely true. Lots of people thought Clint and Bucky were pretty though that wasn’t at all the word you would use to describe them. Handsome (always). Rugged (sometimes). Perfect (to you). You were a hopeless case you were afraid.

“Too bad you quit dating that SHIELD agent. You could have used her to get your sister off your case,” Bucky said as he sat beside you. Clint sat on your other side.

“One dinner does not equal dating, Barnes,” you automatically corrected. “But yes, it is a tragedy.” Then you had an absolutely wonderful, horrible idea.

You sat up straight with a jolt. “Be my boyfriend.”

“Um…excuse me?” Clint asked. “Who exactly is supposed to be your boyfriend?”

“Either of you, I don’t care,” you said, words tumbling out of you now. “She’s stopping by to talk me into the date. One of you pretend to be my boyfriend and she’ll leave me alone.”

You looked between them to see them sharing a glance behind your back. “Yeah, sweetheart, we can help you out,” Clint said with a smile.

Before you could clarify, Friday announced the arrival of your sister. You ran a hand down your face. “Okay. I’m going to go down and bring her up. Just be boyfriendy or whatever when I get back.”

By the time you fetched your sister and returned to the common area, only Clint remained. He had apparently been assigned as pretend boyfriend.

“I don’t understand why you won’t just consider it?” she ranted as you got off the elevator after telling her you would not be meeting the law clerk.

“Won’t consider what, babe?” Clint asked.

Your sister’s head darted up to look him over. “Babe?”

You sighed and gestured in his direction. “Laura, you know Clint. We’re dating now.”

“Since when?” she snapped.

Clint stood and came over, sliding an arm around your waist before kissing the top of your head. “About three months now, isn’t it?”

You pursed your lips and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

Laura’s gaze narrowed angrily on you. “And why haven’t you mentioned it?”

“Well, I don’t know if you’re aware, but Clint is a pretty public figure. He likes to keep his private life private.” You did your best to look innocent and reasonable.

“But I am not the public, I’m your sister.”

“My fault,” Clint interjected smoothly. “I asked that it stay between us for now.”

Before your sister could interrogate him further, Friday interrupted. “Natasha is requesting your presence in the armory, Mr. Barton.”

“Tell her I’ll be right there.” He turned to you and kissed your head again. “I’ll see you later.” He looked at your sister. “Lovely to see you again.”

Your gaze trailed him as he left the room.

“Wow.” Your sister’s tone was flat as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re dating a superhero. Really?”

Your brow furrowed as you scowled at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I don’t believe that you could pull that.”

“Are you for real? Weren’t you always a fan of those forced proximity romance novels? We live together, we work together, we’ve been friends for ages. It was a natural progression.”

Bucky sauntered into the room like he owned the place. He gave a nod to your sister then smiled at you. “Hey, sweetheart. Sorry I got tied up.”

He draped his metal arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his side to kiss your temple before nuzzling your hairline. “Missed you.”

And you prayed to every deity you could think of that your sister did not notice how flustered you suddenly were.

Your sister’s arms dropped from where they were still folded over her chest and her gaze moved from you to Bucky and back. “What the hell is this? Do you think I’m stupid?”

Bucky’s brow furrowed. “What seems to be the problem?”

“First Barton is the boyfriend and now you’re in here acting all lovely dovey?” she snapped. “Obviously you’re all lying.”

“Why would you think that?” Bucky argued. “Clint and I have been together for six months.”

Your heart sank and you swallowed the lump in your throat. Your sister was going to go ballistic.

Then Bucky continued. “You can’t honestly think I’d let him date someone without dating them as well.”

Oh. Oh god. You were never hearing the end of this. Your sister would bring this up for years. Every holiday, every family meal. You were so utterly screwed.

Clint came back into the room just as your sister said, “Prove it.”

He came to a stop at your open side. “Prove what?”

“She doesn’t believe the three of us are dating,” Bucky answered, an undertone of glee in his voice.

Clint shrugged, hand finding your chin and turning you to face him. You sucked in a breath at the small distance between the two of you. You could see the question in his eyes and nodded slightly to give him permission. He grinned and then his lips found yours.

What started chaste, quickly escalated as Clint’s tongue traced your lips seeking entrance. You gasped into the kiss and he took that as permission to deepen it. Your head was spinning as he pulled back. He rested his forehead against yours, fingers tracing the side of your face as he smiled.

“My turn,” Bucky announced and you found yourself being rotated to face the super soldier. He paused long enough for you to see his lopsided grin before his lips were on yours. His kiss was needier, more forceful, but no less mind blowing.

It was everything you’d ever imagined from both of them. You were so screwed when your sister left and you all quit pretending. When you had to spend every day being their friend and nothing more.

Laura cleared her throat. “Well, I stand corrected. I’m very happy for you but I wish you had said something earlier. I am your sister after all.” Her voice was tight and you weren’t certain if she was pissed or embarrassed. “I need to get home. I promised Michael I’d make dinner.”

You nodded though she was already turned away from you and headed for the elevator. “Be safe.”

She stepped into the elevator and gave you one last questioning look before the doors closed between you.

Your shoulders slumped. “Thanks guys.” Your voice was quiet.

Clint’s arms hooked around your waist and pulled you into him so you were chest to chest. “We didn’t mean to upset you, baby.” His nose traced along the side of yours.

“What…” you trailed off with a choked sound before clearing your throat. “What are you doing?”

Bucky came up to stand behind you, hands settling on your sides just above Clint’s arms. “You wanted us to be your boyfriends,” he teased and pressed a kiss to the side of your neck.

“I just wanted you to pretend. For Laura.”

Clint pulled back to look at your face and hummed. “It can be pretend if you want it to be, but it doesn’t have to be. We’ve been trying to figure out how to approach you for months. Weren’t sure you’d be interested.”

“But that kiss answered that question, didn’t it, baby?” Bucky said in your ear, lips brushing the lobe.

You were absolutely floored that they wanted you as much as you wanted them. “Are you…Is this for real?”

“Even so-”

“What the hell is this about?” I cut in. “Because I was under the impression that this meeting concerned myself and the Avengers alone. Not you and your little government issued lackeys.”

“You’re awful hostile for someone speaking to her superior,” he ground out.

“Who, me?” I glance around at everyone in the room. “I’m a civilian and the Avengers are a private organization. I don’t work for you, Ross. None of us do.”

“You will,” he says. “When the Accords are put into governmental procedure.”

“See, I don’t know if you’re ever going to make headway with that little project of yours.” I shuffled around in my seat before leaning on the table. “Considering the fact that you refuse to work with one of the biggest players in this, who knows how many signatures you’ll get.”

“To what do we owe the displeasure, Thaddeus?” Tony asks.

Ross’ eye twitches. “You missed your deadline.”

“We were a little preoccupied in finding (Y/N),” Steve says. “As she said, she was kidnapped. You would know this if you’d read any of the correspondence we sent you concerning this.”

“And we wouldn’t be in this position if you’d quit running in circles and rejecting any kind of amendments we suggest,” Bucky adds. “We’ve been trying to work with you on this for months, yet you never seem to be able to make up your mind on what you want from us.”

“He wants complete and total control over the Avengers,” I say.

“Excuse me?” Ross grinds out.

“I said, you want to control the Avengers,” I repeat. I look to Natasha. “Did I stutter? I don’t think I stuttered.”

“Not that I heard,” she says.

I look Ross dead in the eye. “Do you need me to speak up? Or would it be helpful if I just signed instead?”

“(Y/N),” Steve warns.

I glare at Ross, but sit back in my chair. “Sorry.”

“You’re not in trouble,” Steve says. “But I don’t want you to say anything incriminating.”

I simply nod and keep quiet. Steve gestures to Tony, who stands to face General Ross.

“We weren’t planning on announcing this today, but we’ve given your proposal some serious thought, and we’ve decided to turn you down,” Tony says.

“You’re what?!” Ross hisses. “You can’t do that!”

“Can’t we? Because we’ve been operating independently for the past two years, and things seem to be going just fine. The only major incident we’ve dealt with since Sokovia-”

Ross interjects, “Which was your fault, if I’m remembering correctly.”

“Shut the fuck up, Thaddeus,” I snap. “You don’t get to interrupt people just because you’re a General.”

Clint snorts and I squeeze his knee in a silent plea for him to be quiet.

Tony clears his throat. “As I was saying, the only incident we’ve dealt with since Sokiva has been (Y/N)’s kidnapping. And we managed to find her just fine, no thanks to you.”

“And,” Natasha says. “If I’m remembering correctly, we’ve been fully functional since S.H.I.E.L.D. went under, even without asking for any assistance from the likes of you.” She tilts her head to the side and folds her arms. “And yet you expect us to just hand ourselves over to you.”

“You just don’t get it, do you?”

“No,” I say. “I think we understand perfectly. You think that the Avengers have too much power. The only way that you can see to ensure no one gets hurt is to put a leash on them. And I can see where you’re coming from, and your care for the public, if you can even call it that, is commendable. But this ass backwards, roundabout route you’re taking is absolutely fucking absurd.”

“You said you’re not part of this team!”

“I did, but I never said I didn’t have any kind of stake in whether or not the Accords are approved. I have powers, remember? I’m directly affected by whatever kind of legislation is put in place because of those Accords. But you could never understand that, because you’ve only ever seen people like us as power hungry egomaniacs. But look around.” I gesture to the room. “No one here asked for what we got. Bruce and I were accidents, Steve was a scientific crapshoot, regardless of how successful, Bucky was kidnapped and brainwashed and experimented on without his consent, Natasha and Clint’s backgrounds are questionable at best, and Tony was blown up by his own bomb. His first suit was built out of necessity, not curiosity or the need to seize power.”

“(Y/N)...” Bucky murmurs. He takes my hand and squeezes it gently.

“By all means, work with the Avengers. But quit acting like you’ve got the moral high ground, because all you've done is set up roadblocks and refuse to compromise in any capacity."

Ross looks down his nose at me. "You've got a lot of opinions for someone so vehemently against being part of their team."

"Well, you’re ready to imprison any single powered person who doesn’t sign, simply because you deem us to be threats.” I narrow my eyes. "But last I checked, you can't arrest someone for having opinions."

"Maybe not, but you certainly seem to know more about the Accords than what's been made available to the public-"

"We've kept her up to date with the proceedings," Steve says. "She has every right to know about something that would change the way she lives her life."

"That's not a decision for you to make."

Steve simply shrugs. "You never said anything about our discussions being confidential."

“Why you-”

“You do see the position you’ve put us in, right?” Steve presses. “We’re trying to work out ways to protect our loved ones, powers or no, and still do our jobs, but you keep blocking every single suggestion we make. You want us to cooperate, but you make it impossible.”

“You say that as if you’re not trying to bend the Accords to work for you.”

“No,” Tony says. “That’s what you’re doing. Your unwillingness to collaborate with just proves (Y/N) right. You don’t want to work with us. You want to control us. Because we’re not predictable, and that scares you and your little government buddies.”

Steve rises from his seat and stares Ross down. “See, we’d be happy to work with you. But that means working with us.”

Ross tries to protest, but shuts his mouth when Bucky stands abruptly. Bucky’s glare can only be described as glacial. No one says a word.

Ross shifts closer to Steve and Natasha shoots up from her chair. Clint, Tony, and I follow suit. I shake out my wings to make myself look bigger than I am and squint at General Ross. He’s startled to find all of us resisting him and turns back to Steve, only to find him with a similarly cold expression and his arms folded across his chest.

“If you’re not going to work with us,” Steve says. “I suggest you leave.”

“Fine.” He looks around the room at each of us. “But I will be back.”

“Until you’re ready to compromise, you’re not welcome,” Tony quips. “But we’ll gladly escort you out.”

Ross seems to know he’s been beat and makes a hasty retreat. His lackeys follow him from the conference room and down the hallway, back to whatever they arrived in. When I’m sure they’re gone, I sink back into my seat and cover my face with my hands. My heart is beating out of my chest and every ache from two days earlier is back with a vengeance.

“Are you okay?” Clint asks, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.

I nod and turn to press my face to his shoulder. “Too much excitement for one day, that’s all.”

Clint hums in agreement. “I don’t think he’ll be back for a while.”

I laugh. “Of course he won’t, he got stared down by a room full of Avengers. He probably shat himself as soon as Nat stood up.”

“Of course he did,” Clint grins at Natasha. “She’s terrifying.”

Natasha snorts and Clint tries to make another joke to actually make her laugh. Steve watches them and I wait till I can catch his eye to say something.

“Is it safe to assume that wasn’t part of the plan today?” I ask.

Steve sighs. “No, it wasn’t.” He glares at the door. “General Ross seems to have a bad habit of showing up when he’s least wanted.”

“And ignoring anything he doesn’t want to hear,” Tony adds. “I swear, we sent him at least three notices about the delay, and he just ignored every single one of them.”

“You seriously put off negotiations to find me?”

“Of course we did, (Y/N),” Tony says. “You’re family. You know what we do for family.”

I frown. “Drop everything.”

“Exactly.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yeah, sweetheart, we did.” Bucky takes my hand. “We weren’t going to leave you behind after everything we did to find you last time.”

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I blink them away and whisper, “Thank you. All of you. Really.”

“There’s nothing to thank us for,” Natasha says. “Don’t argue with me about this.”

I laugh, but sniffle a moment later. “Okay, I won’t.”

“You wanna tell us why you actually wanted to meet?” Clint asks.

“Right,” Steve shifts in his seat. “We believe that we’ve apprehended everyone involved with your kidnapping, (Y/N). They’ll be tried and probably sentenced before the end of the month.”

“Oh, wow.” Surprised, I look between Steve and Tony. “I forgot how quickly you work.”

“We put in a rush order for our favorite Sesame Street character,” Tony says.

I laugh. “So I’m Big Bird now?”

“Well, you’re smart, you care about your friends and family, and you’re nice. Well…” He gestures vaguely. “Most of the time.”

“I’ll take it.”

Tony hums. “I started looking into Hoffman’s research, and it’s pretty grim stuff.”

“Oh?”

“A lot about genetic mutation and splicing animal DNA with human. From what Banner and I have found, she’d been doing this for a long time, and getting away with it, too. Based on her notes from the last five years, you’re her most successful experiment, and she didn’t even know you existed until six months ago.” He sighs. “I won’t go into too much detail, but the plans she had… she’s bad news in every sense of the phrase.”

“I got lucky, then.”

“I didn’t want to say that, but yeah. You did.”

“I see.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). You shouldn’t’ve been mixed up in any of this in the first place.”

“It’s not your fault. She would’ve caught up to me eventually. It’s not like ten foot wings are easy to hide.”

“All of that aside,” Steve says. “They’ll be going away for a long time. The rest of their lives, if we can manage it. They won’t be able to get to you ever again.”

I nod. “What’ll you do about Ross?”

“If we can manage it, we’ll keep pushing for reformed Accords. None of us want to be limited in what we can do, but it was easier to operate when we had the power of a government agency or two to back us up.” Steve shrugs. “If he can’t agree to that, we won’t be signing.”

“And you’re all cool with that?”

Tony nods. “We’ve argued over this for months, and getting your insight as someone on the outside helped as well. We’re not backing down from this.”

“Good. There’s no reason to roll over just because some dickhead bully demands it. He needs your support on this. He’s blind if he can’t see that.”

“Our thoughts exactly,” Steve says.

“Has she been cleared to go home yet, though?” Clint asks.

Steve nods. “She’s good to go as early as tomorrow morning.”

“Great,” Clint says, his relief obvious in his voice. “Simone has to go out of town on Saturday and without her, there’s no one left to dog-sit.”

Natasha rolls her eyes and Tony makes makes a joke about Clint’s loyalties lying elsewhere. I can’t pay attention to any of it, though. My thoughts keep straying back to what it’ll be like to be back in my apartment and away from the rest of the team. I can’t help thinking that it’ll be a little more peaceful, especially with the constant sounds of the settling apartment building around me.

Bucky squeezes my hand and I shake the fog from my head. “Hm?”

“You okay?”

I try to reassure him with a smile. “I’m fine. Just trying to plan what we need to do to get ready to go tomorrow.”

“We’ll head out bright ‘n early tomorrow. Okay?” I nod and he kisses my forehead.

“You’re sitting in the back, Clint.”

“What? You know I get carsick.”

“You don’t get carsick, you just don’t like the legroom in the back.”

“Can’t help that, Bucky, I’m a tall guy!”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “You know (Y/N) needs the front seat. She can’t sit normally because of her wings.”

Clint scowls. “Then let me drive.”

“Hell no, you’re a nightmare behind the wheel.”

“You’re no fun!” I clear my throat and both men look to me and smile. “Hey! You’re finally up.”

I shake my head. “I was up an hour ago, I just wanted to make sure I had everything.”

“Oh, right.” Clint strides across the driveway and takes my bag from me. “We were just-”

“Squabbling,” I laugh. “I know. It’s what you two do best sometimes.”

“We can do other things too,” he mumbles.

Bucky shakes his head and joins Clint and I. “Ignore him. He’s just grumpy because someone called about a burst pipe in the basement.”

“Oh shit.” Clint scratches the back of his neck and I place my hand on his arm. “Have you called someone yet?”

“Yeah, they already showed up, but it won’t be a cheap fix.”

“It’ll be fine, I’m sure. We can get it sorted out when we get back, right?” He nods and wanders off to pack up the car.

Bucky hooks his arm around my waist and I tilt my head up to kiss his cheek. “You’re looking better this morning,” he says.

“I slept really well last night. Probably has something to do with you two.”

“You give us too much credit, (Y/N).”

“I don’t think you give yourselves enough.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “I’ll go get the car set up.”

“Okay. I’ll be over in a minute.”

I stand back and watch them move around the car. Clint scoops up two more duffel bags, I assume they’re his and Bucky’s, from beside the car and places them in the trunk. Bucky puts the passenger seat down and I can see him roll his eyes when Clint sidles up beside him and says something close to his ear. Clint laughs when Bucky pinches his side and I can’t help smiling.

It suddenly hits me how thankful I am that I have both of them. I don’t know what I would do without them, or even where I’d be right now if they weren’t in my life.

My smile slowly slips away as I realize that I love them. Different from when we first met and more than I did when I left.

My heart flutters and I press my fingers to my lips, just letting the realization wash over me. I’m not scared. Just peaceful. This feels right.

“You okay, (Y/N)?”

I refocus and meet Clint’s eyes. “Hm?”

“You were zoning out,” he says. “Are you feeling alright?”

I smile. “I’m good. Nothing to worry about.”

“You sure?”

I nod and approach the car. “Mhm.”

He wraps his arm around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head. “Okay, good.”

“Help me into the car?”

“Of course.” He grins and gestures to the open passenger door. “Your chariot awaits.”

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Part 12

How’s that for an ending? I’m pretty fond of it, personally. I promise this isn’t the grand ending, but we’re getting close, I think. But for now, we know that the reader loves her boys, and that’s what really matters.

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He was like the boys in your school that you had learned to avoid. They liked to tell jokes. And they liked to play around. But. 

You were always really bad at that sort of thing. You didn’t understand the cues. Or the body language. And it was something you had never been good at faking your way through. It made you nervous. And you were stupid when you were nervous. You made mistakes. 

Silly mistakes.

And even the silly mistakes could be painful. That you knew. Especially before you learned to phase out of the way. 

You’d have to be careful around Clint Barton. And Bucky. Bucky was like the kind of guy that had always made you nervous for different reasons. Like the ones that came into the pizza place late at night when your mom still let you work. They smelled of cigarettes and motor oil. They looked tired, but. When you asked how they were doing, they said “Fine” and always looked like they didn’t believe you when you said you were okay. 

And that was the other rule. 

Dirty laundry stayed in the basket. Because if you said too much and it got back to your mom? You’d be lucky if she didn’t pull you out of school. 

And you nodded to yourself, making a mental note to put some distance there. 

“Hey, Kid,” Steve said, proffering a water bottle, “You still here?”

You hold a hand out to show him that it’s solid and take the bottle, “For now,” you murmur, nodding. He smiles, even if you aren’t sure you were telling a joke. 

Your mom didn’t tell jokes. 

Or if she did, not where you could hear them. No one did. 

And you weren’t really allowed to read or watch anything... At least nothing you could have really used to survive away from your mom. 

You knew Elizabeth Bennett like a friend. You knew Oliver Twist like the little brother you had never known.... And you knew Dorothy and Alice as girls you were deep in envy of. 

But jokes? How did you tell jokes?

“You good?” Steve asked, leaning on the wall next to you.

“I suppose so,” you answer. 

“Watching the chaos?”

You aren’t sure how to answer. Is this chaos? It looks like the foyer at your old school. People milling around. Horseplaying and talking. You aren’t sure how this is chaos. But. You nod anyway. Careful to keep from being noticed too much.

“Your training is going pretty well,” Steve said, watching you take a sip of water, “But it might go better if you ... interacted with all of us a little more.”

He watches as you pause, tensing a little and takes a deep breath, 

“I know,” he started carefully, “I know with your background-”

“What background?” You counter, trying to sound nonchalant. 

Steve sighed internally.

“I could get used to this,” you commented with a chuckle as the three of you set your gear down.

Bucky and Clint shared a glance that you missed as you took in the beautify of the space.

“How about something to eat?” Clint spoke up from behind you, “Let’s hope the kitchen is stocked up.”

You turned back to face the boys in agreement. The rest of the evening felt like a normal gathering for you all, instead of agents on deadly missions. You all ate in front of the roaring fire and talked and laughed together. Before the three of you realized, it was almost three in the morning. But, instead of going up to the bedrooms, you all decided to stay in front of the fire together where it was warm. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep on one of the couches while wrapped up in a blanket.

The boys, however, stayed up for a bit longer. Once you were fully asleep, Bucky moved over so that he sat right next to Clint on the floor and cupped his face with his hands.

“Alone at least,” he said in a low voice before he kissed Clint passionately, who eagerly kissed back with the same energy. Hands roamed over each other as they pushed their bodies together as much as they could.

When they finally broke away for air, Clint spoke, “I like the girl and all,” he motioned to your sleeping figure, “But it’s been so hard keeping my hands off you.”

Bucky and Clint had been paired for missions many times over the years, and with time the two men grew very close. After one particular mission where Clint got hurt, Bucky came face to face with his feelings. To his surprise, Clint confessed that he felt the same way. And that was where they shared their first kiss: in a dingy warehouse in the middle of nowhere with Clint all bandaged up. Bucky couldn’t think of a scenario more appropriate to the two of them. 

They decided to keep their relationship a secret, however, so no one knew that they were together. Until now.

You were a light sleeper, and you didn’t stay asleep on that couch for very long. And when you woke up to turn over, you were met with a sight you did not expect. Clint and Bucky didn’t hear you wake up, and you watched them embrace each other for a moment. They sat interlocked in each other’s arms as they watched the fire in a peaceful silence. You weighed your options before you decided to turn over quietly with a soft smile on your face, and somehow the room felt warmer.

Two months later, you and the boys were back at that cabin. This time, however, the atmosphere was completely different from before. The mission did not go as smoothly as you had hoped, and the three of you had to evacuate before you could get the information you were after. 

Clint led the way, and you and Bucky threw your bags down in the foyer. None of you spoke, and the tension was palpable in the room. You lingered in the doorway with your arms crossed as you replayed that happened over and over again. You tried to pinpoint exactly where it all went wrong, but no matter how you think it over, the result was still the same.

“Fuck,” Bucky’s voice rang out as he slammed his fist onto the table in the middle of the room. His feelings were echoed in both you and Clint as the three of you handled your anger inside your own heads.

You let out a deep sigh, “I’m going upstairs. Take a shower,” you finally said before you disappeared and left the two men alone.

Bucky moved over to Clint and cradled his head in his hands. The archer breathed deeply before his eyes met Bucky’s. They breathed together in silence for a few minutes, a routine they started a while ago after a rough mission. Once they both calmed down, Clint put his hands on top of Bucky’s, “Shall we?”

The Winter Soldier nodded before they made their way upstairs hand-in-hand.

However, nobody stayed in the bedroom for long. As the hours passed, the cabin got colder. You were the first to wake, and you dragged yourself down to sit at the fireplace. WIth a fluffy blanket wrapped around you and a fire that now roared, you were able to get cozy enough to attempt to sleep again. But, the place wasn't quiet for long, and your two companions soon followed you to the cozy nook. They thought you had fallen asleep, so they felt comfortable enough to lay in each other’s arms.

They almost jumped out of their skin when you sat up. “It..It’s not what it looks like,” Clint stammered, and both of them were red with embarrassment.

You smiled softly at them, “It’s ok, guys,” you shifted your position, “It’s ok. I already know.”

Confusion laced both their faces, “What?” Bucky asked.

It was your turn to feel embarrassed, “I saw you last time we were here,” you looked down and fiddled with your hands, “I’m sorry, maybe I should have said something. I just didn’t think it was a big deal or anything.”

Clint and Bucky glance at each other, “Did…” Clint cleared his throat, “Did you tell anyone?”

“No,” you answered immediately, “It’s not my place to say anything. We all keep secrets, I get it. I just want you guys to know that it’s ok,” your voice was reassuring, and you could see them both relax.

“We just wanted to keep it under wraps,” Bucky spoke, “At least for now,” his eyes were soft as he looked at you. You wondered if there was something behind his eyes or if you just imagined it. Maybe it was wishful thinking on your part; you did have a crush on both Clint and Bucky in the past, and maybe those feelings never fully went away.

“I understand,” you held your hands out to your partners, “Your secret is safe with me.”

Clint and Bucky took your hands as the warmth of the fire spread over the room and the three of you were able to sleep soundly that night.

A few weeks went by before you, Clint, and Bucky were sent out on another mission in an area close to that cabin safehouse. However, like the last time you were here, this mission didn’t go so well. The door to the cabin burst open, and Bucky helped you inside, your arm was slung over his shoulder to keep yourself upright. Clint was right behind you and he immediately rushed to get the med kit.

“I got you. I got you,” Bucky whispered in your ear as he took you over to the couch by the hearth. 

Your breathing was heavy, and you clutched at the bullet wound in your side. You groaned in pain as you fought back tears. Bucky could feel your body get warmer, and he knew they had to fight off infection before it got too bad.

“Clint!” he called out to his boyfriend, who immediately appeared with a med kit.

The blonde’s face was pale as he looked down at your form. It was his fault that you got hit instead of him. If only he paid more attention, then you wouldn’t have jumped in front of him. Clint should be more used to injury and blood by now, but it was different when it was someone he cared about. You and Clint had been friends for many years, and he considered you to be one of his best friends. His hands shook as he watched Bucky clean up your wound.

Tears welled up in his eyes as he wrung his hands, “I’m sorry,” he repeated your name. Clint was so lost in thought that he didn’t even hear Bucky call his name.

“Clint!”

The archer jumped as he brought himself back to the present, “Yes?”

“I need your help,” Bucky’s voice was tough, but Clint knew it was to cover how scared he was, “Hold her still so I can finish this.”

“Got it,” he did as he was told and held your shoulders down while Bucky finished stitching you up.

You were barely conscious, and their voices felt so far away from you. The only thing you could say was, “I’m sorry,” in a hushed voice before you passed out  on the couch. Clint checked to make sure you were still breathing while Bucky set up a fire to keep you all warm.

Minutes felt like hours as Clint and Bucky stayed awake to watch over you. It must have been past midnight when your breathing finally evened out and your fever broke. Clint buried his face in his hands as he sighed in relief. Bucky draped his arm over him and pulled him close.

The archer let himself fall into his boyfriend’s arms as adrenaline felt their bodies. The only sounds in the room were the cackle of the fire and your deep breaths. Clint’s hand traced patterns on Bucky’s metal arm. 

“Hey,” Bucky’s voice broke through the silence, “It’s not your fault.”

Cint scoffed, “Yes it was. If I just paid more attention…”

“It's not your fault,” he repeated, “It’s not anyone’s fault. We do what we think is right, and hope for the best,” Bucky stroked Clint’s hair, “She’s gonna be ok.”

“That sounds familiar,” a faint smile came across the blonde’s face, “I do remember telling you something similar before.”

Bucky laughed, “Well, sometimes you can be wise, Clint.”

Your voice joined the conversation, “Emphasis on sometimes.”

They both jumped and scrambled to your side, their hands were immediately on you to check your wounds as you sat up slowly. The two voices overlapped as Bucky and Clint asked if you were ok.

“I’m fine, thanks to you guys,” you gave them a weak, but reassuring smile as you leaned into their embraces.

Silence filled the room again as you became aware of how much you touched the two men. You found yourself in the middle of their strong bodies, their arms wrapped around you protectively. As comforting as it was, your heart pounded in your chest, and you pulled yourself up to look between Clint and Bucky. You considered both of them good, close friends, but you wondered if there was something more there.

Sparks seemed to fly between the three of you. Bucky and Clint both leaned in close to your face, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. As if they could read each other’s minds, they both placed gentile kisses on your cheeks. Your eyes fluttered shut as you cupped their faces. The two men held hands in your lap as they continued to kiss all over your face and neck. 

“Wait,” you stopped them as you snapped back from your haze.

“What’s wrong?” Clint asked.

“Are you guys sure about this?” you gave them each a questioning look.

“We’re sure if you are,” Bucky said, and caught Clint’s eye for confirmation.

Clint nodded, “We talked about this after last time,” he admitted, “We just didn't know how to bring it up.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “And me getting injured is a good time?”

Bucky and Clint both stuttered as they tried to answer you.

“I’m kidding!” you laughed, “I just don’t want to get between you.”

“Well, you kinda already are,” Clint gestured to your bodies, and how their arms were still around you.

You slapped him playfully as all three of you burst out in laughter. The boys tilted their heads towards you as the laughter quieted down and you felt two pairs of lips on yours. It was a messy kiss as all three of you wanted to kiss each other at the same time, and you could feel the passion from them. Bucky and Clint wrapped their arms around you and gently lowered you down from the couch onto the large blanket in front of the warm fire.

Clint turned you so that you faced away from him and his fingers ghosted over your back. You shivered at his touch as you leaned into Bucky’s embrace and crashed our lips to his. Clint’s hands reached under your shirt and he slowly, carefully pulled it up to expose your midsection. He made sure to be mindful of the wound on your side. You broke away from Bucky to let the archer take your shirt off your body.

You then turned to face your friend and immediately connected your lips to his. Clint deepened the kiss and your tongues played with each other’s. Urgency suddenly filled the room as you, Bucky and Clint made quick work of removing each other’s clothes. You all took a moment to admire each other’s bodies before Clint pulled you close. You noted how hard they both were already, and you could feel your own wetness between your legs in anticipation. 

This time, Bucky was the one to run his hands down your back. You shivered as the cool metal from his one arm touched your hot skin. His strong hands nudged you to lean forward, and you let him guide your body down. You kissed down Clint’s torso, which caused him to moan softly as you made your way to his hardened length. 

You looked up at Clint with a question in your eye before you took him into your mouth. He looked down at you with lust-filled eyes and gave you a small nod before he took a handful of your hair. The blond cried out in pleasure as you took him fully into your mouth, and Bucky grunted in response as he started to play with your cunt. He started with a few flicks at your clit before he pushed a finger inside you. Your moan was muffled by Clint’s cock, and the vibration made him buck his hips into your mouth.

Bucky added another finger inside of you to stretch you out as his metal hand held your hips steady. He pumped his fingers in and out of you in the same rhythm as your head bobbed up and down his boyfriend’s hard length. All of your limbs shook as you held yourself up between the two men. Fire roared both in the nook and behind the two men’s eyes as they gazed at each other.

When he decided you were ready, Bucky pulled his fingers out of you and positioned himself at your entrance. He paused for a moment, “Ready?”

A muffled, “Mmmhmm,” came from your throat, since you did not want to let Clint’s dick go yet. Bucky and Clint locked eyes once more as the winter soldier slowly pushed his large cock into you. Your cries filled the room as Clint strocked your back lovingly. When Bucky was fully sheathed inside you, he paused for a moment to let you adjust.

You resumed sucking on Clint’s length and Bucky took that as the cue to move. He started slow and easy at first, but quickly picked up his pace. With one hand still on your hip, the brunette leaned forward and used his other hand to pull Clint towards him and kissed him with fervor.

The room was filled with the sounds of moans and cries from all three of you. You almost felt overwhelmed at the sensations: Bucky fucked you harder and faster and Clint fucked your face so passionately. The two men still kissed feverishly as their hips started to lose control. 

Clint broke away from the kiss first to cry out, and you knew his orgasm was close. He pressed his forehead to Bucky’s as he came while he screamed out both of your names. You happily swallowed his seed as Bucky continued to pound into you. Clint carefully pulled out of your mouth and lifted you up by your shoulders so he could hold onto you.

That change of angle was all you needed for your own climax. You held onto the blonde’s strong arms as you rode out your orgasm on Bucky’s dick. And, as if on cue, your orgasm triggered Bucky’s as he came inside you right after you did.

Completely worn out, you, Clint and Bucky all collapsed onto the fluffy blanket. Heavy breaths were the only sound in the room as you lay tangled in each other’s arms to catch your breath.

“That was,” you started between breaths, “Wow,” you chuckled, “Better than I never imagined.”

Clint cocked an eyebrow, “So, you have imagined this?” he teased.

You smacked him playfully, “Shut up.”

“I sure have,” Bucky chimed in, and you and Clint gave him a look. The three of you burst into laughter again as Bucky pulled you both into his arms. “How about for now, we sleep?”

“Oh it was just training,” Bucky grinned, letting go of Clint, letting him land on the couch where you had been sitting. 

“Ow ow. Careful. Delicate cargo Buck,” Clint whined, making Bucky roll his eyes and laugh. 

“You weren’t so delicate last night now were you?” Bucky teased and Clint’s eyes instantly darkened at the memory. 

“No! Nope!” You raised a finger at the two idiots. “No sex tonight. At least not until I made sure it won’t kill either of you.”

“Super soldier,” Bucky called after you as you went to get your medical supplies.

“Super dumbass,” you mumbled as you headed back for the room, ducking out of the way of the pillow Bucky threw at your face with a smug grin on his face. 

“Super hearing,” he reminded you as you sent him a playful glare, crouching down before Clint to check over his injuries. 

“Yeah those ribs are bruised and gonna hurt like hell tomorrow,” you sighed, “and your lip is gonna need glue so no kissing either.”

“Spoilsport,” Clint sulked, making you smile as you looked in your bag for the glue. 

“Bucky lip out in the kitchen to get three backs of peas,” you ordered and Bucky rolled his eyes at you, before hoisting himself from the couch with a groan. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You should have gone to the hospital,” you sighed, tending to Clint’s lip just as Bucky returned dropping the peas on the couch, bending down to kiss the top of your head. 

“I don’t do hospitals darlin’. You know that” Bucky answered before grinning sweetly at you as he let himself fall back down next to Clint. “Besides who needs hospitals when we have our own private doctor at home.”

“That sounded dirty. Can it be dirty?” Clint perked up causing the two of you to laugh. 

“No,” you rolled your eyes stuffing one of the bags of peas under his shirt, causing Clint to jump and hiss. “Here hold that to your lip and shut up.”

Clint sulked but did as he was told as you turned your attention towards Bucky who held up his hands in defense. 

“I’m fine doll. Or I will be in the morning,” he tried to escape your exam, but he also knew it was already a lost cause. 

“Just let me look okay,” you pleaded with him, pouting slightly and giving him your best Bambi eyes. 

“Fine,” Bucky sighed, “but that’s not fair.” He pointed at your face making you laugh as you hoisted up his leg onto the table. The gash was already starting to heal so you elected the gaze over the stitches for Bucky’s sake. You knew he would let you, but everything medical, especially breaking of the skin, always came with some degree of poking old trauma. 

“What happened anyway?” You asked.

“I was trying this new move to get off the roof if I was to run out of arrows,” Clint explained, “and I slipped before I could jump properly.”

“I saw him fall out of the side of my eye so I crashed my bike,” Bucky explained, jumping a little as you tighten the gaze, “easy Doll.”

“Oh no,” Clint grinned, poking Bucky’s side. “She has the same look Steve did before he Dad talked us and sent us home.”

“Apparently he didn’t do a good enough job if you’re still smiling,” you snapped and both boys instantly looked down with guilt written all over their face. “You really have to stop hurting yourselves. I’m worrying for two here.”

“We’re really so…OW” Clint started but stopped when Bucky shoved him, completely forgetting about the bruised ribs. 

“For two?” Bucky asked, eyes slightly widened. 

You looked up at him smiling and nodding. 

“Really?” a huge grin spread across Bucky’s face, as he grabbed you and lifting you giggling into his lap. 

“Yeah. There’s two of us to worry about Idiot. Stop pushing,” Clint pouted, making both you and Bucky break down laughing. 

“Not of us. Her,” Bucky tried, only confusing the bird even more. 

“Did you hit your head that hard? Are you seeing double? There’s only one of her,” Clint deadpanned, making you grab his hand and hold it against your stomach. You could practically see the wheels completely stop in Clint’s head before they started turning again. 

“You’re pregnant?” Clint’s voice was thick and the tears in his eyes evident when he finally spoke. 

“Yes.” 

With just one word you were engulfed in four strong arms, with lips kissing you checks, mouth, neck, and stomach. 

“Don’t hurt yourselves. Clint careful,” you warned, but too late. He had already slid off the couch and landed on the floor with an urmpf. 

“Ow,” Clint whined as you looked from one boyfriend to another, leaning back against the pillows with a sigh as Bucky dragged Clint back onto the couch, mumbling something about bubble wrapping him. 

Just like that, you realized you would never stop worrying about either of them and with a little new life coming you were only adding to your worries. Still, you didn’t want it any other way. You already loved the little person growing inside of you, just as much as you loved the two men bickering lovingly next to you. This hadn’t been the life you had expected you’d have. It was far from conventional, but it was filled with love and laughter as well as worries. You didn’t want to lead your life any other way, or with anyone other than the two men next to you. 

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