Winterhawk fic

useless-empty-brain  asked:

For the drabble: winterhawk 113

Surprising no one, this got out of hand. I was going to go canon MCU, but then I was struck by a fluff next-door-neighbours AU plot bunny, and this is what happened. Background Nat/Sam. Clint is oblivious and Bucky is mostly terrible at flirting.

Clint’s just queued up the next episode of Dog Cops when Natasha pops her head out from her room to glare at him. She starts talking at him, but his hearing aids are way over in his room and that’s a really long fucking way to go. He’s got the volume turned all the way up and the subtitles on, and it’s not like he’s completely deaf.

She rolls her eyes and starts signing instead.

Turn the volume down. We’re going to get complaints.

From who? He signs back. Mrs P** upstairs is as deaf as I am.

Next door. They moved in today. Nat signs at him, gesturing at the wall that separates their apartment from number 7b. Huh. Clint had been sure that was going to sit empty for ages.

They haven’t showed up yet, he points out. And it’s still before 10. That’s in their contract, he knows it is. If they show up, I’ll turn it down.

Or you could put your hearing aids in and watch it at a normal volume, Nat suggests. Clint considers it for about two seconds. His bedroom is a very long way away.

You could get them for me, he suggests instead. She rolls her eyes and shuts her door.

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I am so amused at the idea of Clint accidentally writing kids books. He’s like the least memorable avenger, no one knows who he is, but seriously he is a hit with the under 5s.

His first book is obviously ‘Lucky the Pizza Dog’ and there’s no way he sent it off to the publisher; one time Coulson told him it was Fury, but Clint’s pretty sure he was messing with him.

Then he wrote 'Winter Spider’ because Alaska is *stupid cold* okay and the target never even *showed up*. And it’s about this spider who has serious trust issues due to the stupidity of people, but then she finds this place to live where they’re grateful to her for killing flies. And critics totally love that shit, valuable lessons and moral messages and whatever, he’s basically in it for the look on Tasha’s face. She punches him in the arm hard enough for bruises and gets him to sign her copy, and he has to take a week off from SHIELD for local signings, and seriously what is his life.

And then there’s that story with the robot with a heart, which is totally NOT EVEN ABOUT YOU, TONY, GET OFF.

Popsicle Man, okay, that one he will admit, and not just because Bucky Barnes actually LAUGHED. (He - he should do that more, Clint thinks, and fails miserably at forgetting he thought it).

+ pizza is cute but u cuter +

I killed the engine on the motorbike i had on and whistled while I adjusted my blue cap. I unzipped the bag that held the still hot pizza boxes and checked my phone to see if i had the correct address. This seemed to be it. I was walking the short steps to the front door when someone cleared their throat from behind me and I turned around cautiously with my eyebrows raised.

It was a guy with brown hair that reached his neck. He was holding a pizza box too but the red logo gave away everything, not to mention the matching red cap he had on with the Pizza Hut logo on it.

“Do you have the wrong address?” He asked, voice rough and deep. I shrugged at double checked again to make sure.

“Nope. How about you?” I asked.

He frowned and checked his phone, looking up at the house again and if possible his frown deepened.

“Well there aren’t laws that forbid you to order pizza at the same pizza place right?” I asked as i knocked on the door.

I turned to the pizza hut guy and he was scowling at me. I almost snickered, almost. But his scowl was adorable so i kept my mouth shut.

“Mom!! the pizza is here!” The door opened to reveal a girl my age, and her eyes went wide when she saw the both of us.

“Mom! where did you order from!” She shouted, voice carrying out through the house.

“Pizza Hut and Dominos!” a lady shouted from inside and I grinned at the girl.

“That’ll be $25.30” I said, handing her the pizza.

It took her a while but she handled all the boxes and i turned towards the pizza hut guy who was still scowling.

I started whistling the tune to “Why can’t we be friends” and he seemed to recognise it because he turned a glare towards me.

I laughed because he seemed to want to seem intimidating but i found him really cute.

He seemed taken aback and I realised I had said that aloud but before he could say anything, the girl came back with her change and gave us a thanks before closing the door.

I counted my change and sighed.

“Aww, no tip” I pouted, pocketing the change and taking my cap off to push back my blonde hair.

Surprisingly, i heard a chuckle and i looked up to see the pizza hut guy smirking at me.

“Maybe she picked the most attractive between the two of us” He grinned, showing me an extra 5 bucks.

This time i was the one scowling as he made his way towards his motorbike. Stupid attractive moody pizza hut guy.

Another laugh came out of him -Dammit, “I said that out loud again did i?” i sighed, getting a bit embarrassed now as i put my cap back on.

“You’re adorable, dominos.” Pizza hut guy said, grinning now.

Fuck, he is SO attractive. No wonder he got a tip and I didn’t.

“I have a name, just so you know!” I went to his motorbike and grinned at him.

He raised his eyebrows in inquiry.

All i did was take his cap and exchanged it with mine, jumping back when he reached for it back.

“But i guess you gotta find that out on your own if you want your cap back” I said, already walking backwards to my own bike.

“Or i could just get a new one!” He called out.

I winked at him, “Sure, but you won’t know who i am” Before turning around and getting on my ride.


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It took Bucky 3 days. He couldn’t stop smiling after the delivery that his boss sent him home for being too happy and ruining his mood. His best friend and room mate Steve was creeped out by the second day, and his classmate Sam asked who he was by the third day.

So It took Bucky 3 days to go to the nearest Dominos that was near the house and asked for the cute, blonde dominos delivery guy.

“Oh, look who came looking for their cap back” Bucky looked up from the floor he was studying and smiled.

“I believe you owe me a name” He said.

“Clint. And you are James Bucky Barnes” Clint grinned at the shocked look on Bucky’s face.

“You were really slow, it turns out my friend is dating your friend and he knew exactly who i was talking about the first time i told him about you” Clint shrugged, shoving his hands into the pocket of his jeans.

Bucky was impressed, and fairly really attracted.

“So, what do i have to trade for your number?” Clint hummed in thought, eyes twinkling as he directed the question at Bucky.

Bucky rolled his eyes and stuck a note on Clint’s tshirt.

“Call me if I’m so slow then!” Bucky called out, back turned but a smile on his face even though Clint couldn’t see him"

Clint grinned at the fluttering his heart felt and took the note off his shirt.

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Tower Trouble

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton, Tony Stark x Steve Rogers

Summary:  Bucky and Clint play a prank on Tony. It’s Clint’s, literal, ass on the line!

Word Count: 2354


“Pepper!! I need you in my office now!! Like, RIGHT NOW!!”

“Why are you yelling?”

“There is an ass print on my desk!! On my desk, Pepper!!”

“Excuse me? Did you say ass print?” She’s trying not to giggle but can’t help herself. “Tony, I don’t think it’s an ass print.”

“Look… look at this,” Tony barks as he points at his desk, “what is going on in my Tower? You’re in charge here, are you not?”

“Yes. Yes, Tony, I’m in charge here.”

“Then you need to put a stop to this. I can’t have meetings that involve the fate of the planet with ASS PRINTS ON MY DESK!!”

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Winterhawk Mini Bang

Here it is folks all the works from the minibang! All the fics have art accompanying them. Take a look through these works and give the authors and artists some love. Please remember to check the archive warnings and be sure to read all the tags before you start reading.

Standby (T) Words: 2,387 by @mollynoble

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, Veteran Bucky, Veteran Clint, brief mention - anxitey

Clint and Bucky meet when they become trapped in an elevator. Clint is an idiot, but Bucky likes him anyways.

[Art] by @torii-storii

birdboy and grumpycat17 (T) Words: 2,020 by @varilia

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Interplanetary Travel, “The Space Between Us” AU

Clint was born on Mars. Only, like, two people on Earth know that, and his best– only– friend, James, is not one of them. When given the opportunity to visit Earth, and therefore James, Clint is eager to tell James the truth: about where he’s from, and the fluttery feelings that he gets whenever talking to James.

[Art] by @sian1359

Americana is for Lovers (M) Words: 8,232 by @ccbytheseashore

Tags: road trips, americana, sexual content, developing relationships, getting together

Please tell me you are still alive, read Steve’s text.
In Virginia, Bucky replied.
The hell are you doing in Virginia?
Would you believe me if I said trying to find a foam sculpture of Stonehenge?
Tony said to make sure his car comes back in once piece. Please don’t shoot each other.

Clint and Bucky set off on an adventure to find an infamous work of Americana history, but find literally everything else (including love, and a Magic Fingers) instead.

[Art] by @bvckyboy

My Depths for You (M) Words: 7,287 by @shellsxo

Tags: Domestic Fluff; Domestic!Bucky; Domestic!Clint; Anniversary

Somewhere down the line, Bucky Barnes had become the sun, and Clint’s life had begun revolving around him. Neither had expected their feelings to become so strong, to grow in strength or in depth. But it had.

Lilac Alstroemeria Aster (T) Words: 7,303 by @jenjo93

Tags: No powers AU. Bucky works at a flower shop; Clint is a human disaster by day, vigilante by night

On the surface, Clint Barton shares nothing with Bucky Grant, the cute florist he helped save from thieves. Bucky has a business, owns more than one outfit, and looks to have a stable life. Worlds away from Clint’s drama-filled past. Bucky being kidnapped reminds Clint why he doesn’t put his heart on the line anymore.

[Art] by PlaidHunters

Edge of our Hope (T) Words: 5,956 by @punxbarton

Tags: Pacific Rim AU, mention of past character death, mention of past loss of limb

Nobody wonders whether Clint and Bucky are drift compatible. They clearly are. Which is the problem, since Clint already has a drift partner, and Bucky can’t ever pilot again. Well, it’s the problem for some people. Not for them. Never for them.

[Art] by @bizrreer

Still Breathing (T) Words: 8,241 by @victorianbreaker

Tags: Canon-typical Violence, vague Mentions of suicidal thoughts, blood

Clint just wanted to get away. He didn’t want to hurt any one. But he keeps seeing blue…I dodged a bullet and I walked across a landmine / Oh, I’m still alive / Am I bleeding am I bleeding from the storm? / Just shine a light into the wreckage, so far away, away…‘Cause I’m still breathing / 'Cause I’m still breathing on my own / My head’s above the rain and roses / Making my way away / My way to you

[Art] by @theassassinhawk

Not Such a Risk (M) Words: 3,311 by @aw-hawkeye-no

Tags: Dom/Sub, Bondage, dom!Clint, sub!Steve, Sub!Bucky

“Buck, I gotta ask – are you here of your own free will, or did Clint kidnap you and force you to watch Dog Cops?” Steve smirked as he glanced from Bucky to Clint.“Hey!” Clint objected just as Bucky said, “Bit of column A, bit of column B.”Clint huffed indignantly. “As I remember it, I was minding my own business when you barged in here and started questioning my eating habits.”

Or, Clint has been acting as Steve’s and Bucky’s dom for weeks now, but the three of them have never done a scene together.

[Art](nsfw)by @xbittenx

Save Me. (T) Words: 4,867 by @hodginsismylife

Tags:  Not Captain America: The Winter Soldier Compliant, Swearing, Canon-Typical Violence.

Clint Barton just wanted an easy recovery after being braiwashed, he didn’t want to be kidnaped by HYDRA, he didn’t ask for any of this.

[Art] by @marvel-4-life

How to Mate Your Cyborg (G) Words: 2,092 by @nightshadezombie

Bucky and Hagrid spend every Tuesday and Thursday morning at the Midnight Roast, studying and sampling Wade’s questionable baked goods. And maybe pining over Wade’s Other Favorite Cyborg. BTW, Wade totally ships it, guys.

[Art] by fitzz106

 The deals you  made (T) Words: 6,321 by @aijja

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, AU-Canon Divergence, Fae & Mythical Beings

Bucky is ten when he meets a boy who helps him win a prize for Steve. There’s handshake to agree to a contract, due sometime in the future. They never meet again. Or at least, Bucky doesn’t remember it.

AKA. Don’t make deals with people who appear from thin air.

[Art] by @sian1359

Through the Streets of Long Gone Dreams (T) Words: 10,937 by @rivulet027

Tags: Nightmares, PTSD, Recovering Memories

Bucky’s having trouble sleeping until Lucky decides to adopt him. Now Bucky isn’t sure if he’s sleeping better because of a dog or the archer that comes with the dog.

[Art] by @placna

This Is Where We Start Again (G) Words: 3,377 by @jeminamoonnight

Tags: Kidfic, Accidental baby acquisition, body dysphoria, deaf!Clint

When Clint brings home a baby and wants to keep her, Bucky must confront his  lingering body issues and whether or not he’s ready for the challenges of parenthood. 

[Art] by @fee-does-band-art

Empyrean (T) Words: 2,694 by @icantseemtomiss

Tags: Minor violence, mentions of past abuse. Alternate Universe- Greek,Mythology.

There’s plenty of things you get taught how to handle; like your pet hamster dying, or your girlfriend breaking up with you. But no-one ever teaches you how to handle the Greek god, Apollo, attaching himself to your soul.

[Art] by @pathulu

I Slept With An Assassin and Now I Have Feelings (T) Words: 3,911 by @useless-empty-brain

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, mentions of brainwashing, getting together.

Years ago Clint and the Winter Soldier are given the same target and meet. Instead of eliminating the competition, the Soldier is intrigued by the disaster who beat him to the target. Through years of mind wipes disjointed images of blond and arrows keep coming back. When he breaks the mind control permanently, he wants to find Steve and the guy who kept sneaking around Hydra’s mind wipes.

[Art] by @mariana-oconnor

Like That Counting Crows Song (T) Words: 4,643 by @madetobeworthy

Tags: No Warnings, fluff, mutual healing, slow burn but it forgot to be slow

Clint’s life is a series of unfortunate events that somehow peaked at his apartment getting blown up. Bucky doesn’t really want to get caught up in his mess, but it’s hard to avoid the homeless guy sleeping on your couch when all you want to do is watch Netflix.

[Art] by @girlouttaplace

Springfield (T) Words: 1,779 by @precise-desolation

Tags: Slow build, Service dogs, PTSD

There was a man who walked  his dog every morning in the park where Clint went for his run.  Of course, Clint knew that was perfectly normal.  It was the dog’s service animal vest that caught his attention.  He had the guy figured for ex-military, he just hadn’t figured him for the Winter Soldier, the ghost sniper.  Or, well, former Winter Soldier.  It was a spur of the moment decision to buy the guy a coffee from the stand they both frequented.  He had wanted to ask about the dog.  He didn’t expect that it would become anything more.

[Art] by @mollynoble

Words Left Unsaid (M) Words: 2,067 by @i-will-always-kneel-for-smut

Tags: Swearing, Not Captain America: Civil War (Movie) Compliant, Not Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie) Compliant

Clint agreed to an afternoon sparring session with Natasha. Little did he know that by the end of the day he’d be responsible for a former Hydra agent…and one of Steve Rogers oldest friends.

[Art] by @meesedraw

The Barton-Barnes shelter of abandoned animals (G) Words: 1,960 by @asamandra

Tags: barton farm, clint and his strays

For once it’s not Clint who brings in another stray… and Clint is not amused when he finds out what kind of stray it is.

[Art] by @aw-hawkeye-no

As Lucky Would Have It. (T) Words: 6,698 by @dapperanachronism

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Get-Together, Anxiety, Lucky is the best dog,

He tells himself a lot of things. Things like he’s not a burden, things like he’s getting better, things like he’s awake in the middle of the night by choice, just because he enjoys prowling around the tower at night when it’s quiet. It’s the truth, if not the whole truth. What is also the truth is how much he enjoys finding Clint curled up on the living room floor next to a scruffy dog that Bucky knows doesn’t live in the tower with them.

[Art] by @placna

Just a Fool (Whose Luck Has Turned) (E) Words: 4,965 by @words-aremy-weapons

Tags:  Second-hand embarrassment

Clint makes a fool of himself over the comms during a mission, going into vivid detail of everything he feels for Barnes. Embarrassment makes him hide away, until Barnes forces him to come clean about everything.

[Art] by  PlaidHunters

Strike at the Heart of (T) Words: 20,528 by @captn-sara-holmes

Tags: Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers (2012), Clint Barton Feels, Everyone Has Issues, unhealthy platonic relationships, Trust Issues, Emotional Manipulation, Angst and Humor, BAMF Clint Barton, Mind Games. Mind Control, Yasha, STRIKE!Clint, Clint is actually fine, psychological evaluations are not for everyone

The Avengers think he’s traumatized, Fury thinks he needs a break, Natasha wants him to recover. Well, screw those guys. Clint is going to go and make some new friends that appreciate how badass and competent and not-messed-up-after-Loki he is. It goes great, until it doesn’t.

[Art] by @cratercreator

The Broken and The Brave (T) Words: 5,892 by @somnambulist-x

Clint Barton is acquitted after killing the Hulk.No, after killing Bruce Banner.After killing his friend.And Bucky could understand Barton’s next move and as the archer left the city and drove west in his disastrous Dodge Challenger, Bucky grabbed his backpack, hopped on his bike and followed him.He wasn’t going to stop Barton, he wasn’t going to catch him and bring him back…He was simply going with.

[Art] by @mollynoble

5 Times an archer walked into a bar (And one time the bar came to him) (T) Words: 1,553 by @adamsgirl42

Twist on the film "He’s just not that into you”

[Art] by @bizrreer

Dog Cops, Pickpockets, and Love, Oh my! (E) Words:3,634 by PlaidHunter

Tags: sex, blow jobs, rimming, cute dog cops, star wars

“I stole your wallet because I was desperate for money a few years ago and I’ve finally gotten my life under control but the guilt hasn’t left me because you looked like a really sweet person so I went to the address on your driver’s license to return it and apologize but when you answered the door you took one look at me and shouted, “YOU!” and punched me in the face!“

[Art] by @fadesealcat

Five dates Bucky didn’t realize he went on, and the one he planned himself (T) Words: 11,750 by @redsector-a

Tags: Oblivious Bucky, Slow Build Romance, Bucky Feels, Clint is a good boyfriend (even when Bucky doesn’t know he’s his boyfriend), Steve Rogers is a Good Bro, Fluff

To say that Bucky was surprised when Clint kissed him was an understatement. But it was nothing compared to the shock he felt when he learned they’d been dating for months without him realizing it. Clint gets whisked away for a mission before they have time to talk and Bucky is left to figure things out on his own - hindsight being 20/20 he can’t help but wonder how he missed things the first go around.

useless-empty-brain  asked:

For the prompt list: winterhawk #134 if you'd be so kind :)

134. “I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.”

“It’s simple,” Natasha says, her legs are crossed and she’s leaning back in her chair like she’s at a photo shoot or something. “It happens all the time. You just grab the wrong cup, then walk away until he goes up to get his, check the name on the cup, turn around, go back and say ‘Hi, sorry. I think I picked up your coffee by mistake.’”

“Natasha,” Bucky says, keeping his voice low.

“I mean, obviously, it would be easier just to say ‘hi, I see you come in here a lot and I think you’re cute, can I pay for your coffee?” when you’re in line together, but since you seem to think that’s too forward.”

“Natasha,” Bucky repeats.

“You wait every morning to stand behind him in the line so you can stare at his ass,” Natasha points out. “If you didn’t want me to help you, you wouldn’t have brought me here.”

“You followed me,” Bucky says, glaring at her. As always the glare slides off her like she’s made of Teflon. He has been coming to this coffee shop – only two blocks out of his way – at the same time every day for three weeks, and it’s got nothing to do with the coffee. He should have known that someone would notice. He’s not sure if he’s grateful that it was Natasha or not. She at least knows the value of secrets. If it had been Sam then Bucky would never hear the end of it, and if it had been Steve…

“He does have a good ass,” she says before taking a sip of her own coffee and wrinkling her nose at the taste. Bucky notices that her eyes have slid past him towards the back of the shop. Towards where… Bucky moves the shiny metal napkin holder so he can see the reflection. Sure enough cute blond is right where Natasha’s gaze has gone. And he’s leaning over to unloop his dog’s lead from his chair leg. He gives the appreciative expression on Natasha’s face as unimpressed a glance as he can.

“You haven’t even spoken to him,” she points out. “Maybe he’s straight.”

“Back off,” Bucky growls, and her eyes dart back to his, her mouth spreading into a brilliant grin.

“So possessive,” she says. “Maybe I’ll say hello, though.”

“Don’t you dare,” Bucky tells her.

He can hear the tak-tak of the dog’s paws against the tiled floor, and he knows his shoulders stiffen. Natasha’s still smiling her evil smile and as the sound of footsteps and paws get louder, she turns.

Bucky shakes his head as firmly as he can, but Natasha just opens her mouth wider.

“Clint!” she says and Bucky freezes.

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Mistakes Were Made

This is pure goofy garbage, but I was thinking about how some of my favorite winterhawk tropes are a) when Clint has a childhood crush on WWII Bucky Barnes and b) when Clint and Bucky hook up while Clint is still freelancing and Bucky is still the soldier. I was trying to figure out if they could be combined, and the concept of Clint making the already poor decision to sleep with the deadliest assassin on the planet combined with the idea that he knows exactly what Bucky Barnes looks like was too funny to pass up.

TW: none

Rated T I guess?

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Cat!Clint fic

A while ago, I asked for ridiculous tropey prompts on the WinterHawk Discord server. Someone - I can’t remember who - requested the pair of them turned into cats. This is… not quite that fic. But Clint as a cat. Utterly pointless, tropey fluffy nonsense get-together fic.

The cat has a fawn coat, with white across its belly and it’s right on top of the door.

There is no logical way a cat that size should have been able to climb up that door. There are no cupboards in the vicinity, no obvious climbing or jumping off points.

“If he eats a bird, is that cannibalism?” Stark asks idly. Bucky takes a second to analyse the question and then blinks because that really didn’t make any sense, even for Stark. Apparently he’s walked into something. All of the Avengers are crowded round the doorway the cat is sitting on. It glares down at them, and they stare up at it. Steve looks perplexed and worried, his face screwed up to the side, like the cat is a personal problem for him. Wilson and Stark look amused, Wanda is clearly trying to look comforting and safe, reaching out to coax the cat down. But it’s Natasha who catches Bucky’s eye. She looks concerned. Not like Steve does, because she never shows anything that much, even surrounded by friends, but if you know how to read her…

That’s odd, and a little worrying.

Bucky opens his mouth to speak and that’s when the cat catches sight of him.

They stare at each other for a moment, then the cat makes a weird chirping sound and leaps.

There is the sound of a collective intake of breath as it bounds off the door. Its paws hit Steve’s shoulder and it bounds again, leaping to the floor with a grace that is ruined as soon as its feet hit the tiled surface.

Its eyes widen in alarm as its feet slide every which way, hurtling towards Bucky’s feet.

After a few seconds of flailing, it finally gets itself under control again and twitches one ear, before walking more sedately up to Bucky, as though nothing had just happened.

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THIS IS A WINTERHAWK BLOG NOW. also on ao3

There’s a new guy at the bus stop Clint’s first day back.

Clint is going to affectionately refer to him as ‘Stubble’ from now on, because he’s rocking the I’ve been awake for 72 hours and what is a razor anyway look. And Clint really does mean rocking it, honestly. Angels clearly carved this guy’s jawline themselves, and the rough-around-the-edges-chic thing does absolutely nothing to disguise it.

It’s possible that Clint is fixated on Stubble and his attractiveness in order to distract himself from his imminent death, but whatever.

Stubble shows up three minutes after Clint, shoots him a quick glance with a pair of very cool grey eyes, and then settles under the sign to presumably wait for his bus. He looks kind of murdery, but also bored enough that Clint probably isn’t his target.

Clint’s phone vibrates in his pocket and he nearly leaps out of his skin, and then almost tosses it into the slushy gutter while trying to get it out of his jacket. His hands are shaking, half from nerves and half from the fact that he’s freezing his ass off.

Natasha had offered to drive him today, but he’d waved her off with a grin, and then when she’d refused to be waved off he’d gotten serious and told her that he needed to get back on the horse. Her parting shot had included the words ‘ridiculous’ and ‘asshole’, but Clint’s deaf so he can’t be relied upon to hear that kind of slander.

He’s fine. It’s a whole thing. Like, yeah, he definitely had PTSD when he got back from that last godforsaken desert posting and it took him a while to get over that (mostly) and, yes, maybe getting into it with the local mob to the point where they were willing to find him on the street and beat the crap out of him had been a bit of a setback, but he’s definitely fine.

By someone’s definition, Clint is absolutely fine. And his black eyes are fading! He’s doing great.

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another halloween fic! i’m still mixing prompts from here and here.

this time i got the rather alarming combination of: i didn’t mean to turn you on + blood/gore. 

i decided to revisit vampire bucky and shifter clint. this verse is still entirely too sweet for its subject matter.

warnings for blood and blood drinking.


Clint brings Bucky into his home like it’s nothing, doesn’t even try to hide the fact that his apartment door wasn’t locked, and then he spends five minutes bustling around the place, moving clutter from one surface to another. “Sorry,” he says, eventually. “Place is kind of a mess.”

Bucky’s been sleeping in a series of empty warehouses down by the docks. When the rats dry up at one spot, he moves to the next. He doesn’t see any reason to mention that right now.

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Fallin All In You

omg i wrote winterhawk again in the morning train on the way to class zzzz

Bucky Barnes didn’t know what love felt until Clint Barton. Sure, there was love for his mama. That deep concerning and caring love every child has for his/her mother, that overprotectiveness over that aging and fragile mother that raised you. And there was love for Steve. Steve was more like he had to protect a god damn reckless puppy that liked to run in the middle of roads and he cared for Steve like he was a brother of his blood. It was a deep love too.

But Clint Barton. Clint Barton was a whole different story. Clint was more than just overprotectiveness every time he came home after battle with bruises and cuts while Bucky got off unscathed thanks to his super soldier reflexes. Clint was more than a reckless puppy, he was reckless laughter while he sat there beside Bucky - having forced him to watch shows like Brooklyn 99 , reckless actions when he made eye contact with Bucky whenever he was shooting arrows in the range. Clint was more than just that.

Clint was warm, musky sheets in the morning light. Sleepy smile on his face as he reached a hand out to stroke down Bucky’s chest.

Clint was incoherentness without morning coffee, arms snaking around his waist in the kitchen - not caring that people saw. That their teammates had stupidly happy grins on their faces while Bucky’s cheeks filled with warmth.

Clint was right here and right now.

Blonde hair disarray and bloodshot eyes as he pulled a sobbing, quivering Bucky into his arms, stroking his hair and making soothing sounds in hopes to make his Bucky feel safe.

Clint Barton was everything Bucky Barnes wanted and everything Bucky Barnes didn’t know he needed.

Day In The Life of Winterhawk

“Clint…? Clint are you listening to me?” Bucky exclaimed. He sighed and peered closely at his boyfriend. Sure enough his hearing aids were missing so he was most definitely not listening.

He went around to face the other man and signed “I’m sorry” which was the first thing he learned to do when he and Clint started dating. Bucky signed it a lot these days.

“I guess I was complaining too much, huh?” he sighed.

Clint grinned and put his hearing aids back in. “Do you feel better now? I figured it was better if you got that off your chest. Sorry I didn’t feel like listening, though.”

“I don’t blame you. I can be annoying sometimes.”

“Oh shut up, you idiot. It’s not that. It’s just that you never listen to me when I’m trying to help so I just thought it would be better if you just talked yourself through it.”

Bucky flushed with embarrassment. Clint was right. He didn’t like accepting help from anyone and it was a serious flaw in him although he had once considered it his biggest strength.

Clint had taught him that be self reliant wasn’t the best thing. It put himself in danger and others. Before Clint Bucky never cared much about himself. How could he when he’d been used as a weapon for so long. But as Hawkeye, Clint was used that way too.

“Do you want some coffee?” Bucky asked suddenly. It was a stupid question because when did his boyfriend not want that stuff, still he asked it anyway.

“Yeah, but not the crappy stuff you make. Let’s go to that Italian place down the street. They serve some real espresso.”

“Since when have you become a coffee connoisseur?”

“Since just now. I decided to enjoy the finer things in life.”

Bucky had to roll his eyes. “You know if we go out you have to put pants on?”

“Fuck,” Clint muttered. “Fine just make some coffee for me. It will have to do.” He pouted slightly which made him irresistible to Bucky. He bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Clint pulled him in closer and soon they were on top of each other on the couch.

“Feeling better now?” Clint asked.

Bucky nodded snuggling into the other male’s neck.

“I can wait for the coffee by the way. Just stay here for a bit.”

Bucky didn’t have to be told twice and soon enough he’d fallen asleep. Whatever had angered him before disappeared as soon and he was in his lover’s arms.


Look @stanclub I wrote a thing.

here’s the third halloween fill! i’m mixing prompts from here and here.

this prompt is: innocent physical contact + monsters and monstrousness.

this is about vampire bucky meeting shifter clint on the subway. it’s sweeter than it has any right to be.


Bucky smells the blood as soon as the man steps onto the train. The blonde doesn’t move like he’s hurt. He looks tired, a little dazed around the eyes, but he slumps easily into the seat next to Bucky, kicks his legs out, thumps his head back against the window. He relaxes like there’s nothing wrong, but Bucky can smell the blood, fresh and building.

Bucky runs his tongue over his lips, ducks his head. Tries to ignore the way his canines sharpen in his mouth.

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Bucky Barnes seems to have a problem with blatant PDA and Clint is along for the ride. Tony Stark is a lovable hypocrite, as usual.

TW: none

Rated T for background shenanigans

This fic is a gift for @winterhawkkisses because apparently I’m only capable of writing fics when I don’t have their beautiful writing to give me my daily winterhawk fix.

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