clint pushing kate out of the way


Being adopted by Clint Barton was a little like being beaten to death with a throw pillow.

“Go with it,” the Widow had said, “he’s missing Kate.”

Bucky had no idea who Kate was - although he knew, by now, that she was ‘perfect’ and 'smart’ and 'the actual Hawkeye’ - but he was questioning her judgement wherever she was. He wasn’t sure why someone would leave this.

Sleeping on Clint’s couch brought with it first dibs on the newspaper in the morning. Brought coffee, black as sin, in a star-covered mug that had showed up in Clint’s cupboard without a word. Brought a dog, heavy and happy and musty-smelling, weighing down his feet or his lap as he sat in the evenings, always obedient to where Clint told it to go.

“Hey Katie-Kate,” Clint told his phone, a little grin wrinkling the band aid on his cheek, “you are beautiful and perfect as ever and I love you,” and then he listened as Kate talked like the grin was his resting expression. Bucky tried not to let his look linger too long, but eventually he had to go take Lucky for a walk, just for the sake of plausible denial.

Clint brought him pierogi and beer and a pretty freakin’ stone he’d found when he took Lucky for walks. He bought some kinda kids’ de-tangling shampoo and left it conspicuously in the shower. Clint lifted Bucky’s feet when he was sprawled out watching a movie on the couch, manoeuvred himself carefully under, put them on his lap, then started to idly massaging them as things exploded on screen.

he’s missing Kate Bucky told himself, determined, but the compliments were seriously the last straw.

“Such a nice young man,” Mrs Lei said, cornering Clint when he had the front door half open, “he helped me up with my groceries, so considerate!”

Bucky didn’t move from the couch; she’d already talked his ear off once today, and now he knew the names of all her grandchildren.

“Oh yeah,” Clint said, “Bucky’s basically perfection in human form,” all casual.

“And so handsome!” Mrs Lei added, and Clint laughed.

“Hot like the surface of the sun,” he agreed, tone matter of fact like it was the truth. “He should be in a gallery someplace.”

“You hold onto this one,” she told him, and when Clint walked through the door his cheeks were still pink.

“I’m not Kate,” Bucky said, and Clint whirled around and grabbed at his chest like a startled maiden aunt, which in other circumstances would be hilarious.

“This is true,” Clint said, once he’d recovered. “You’re Bucky. You remember, we’ve been over this.”

Bucky pushed himself to his feet, paced away from Clint and back towards him, one hand pushed into his hair.

“I’m not your girlfriend, Clint,” he ground out. “You can’t say things like - ”

Clint’s face was screwed up into an expression of blended disgust and horror.

“Kate is a shining perfect girl child who could kick my ass six ways to Sunday and also legitimately be my daughter,” Clint said. “Why the hell would I be dating her?”

“But -” Bucky said. “Natasha said you were missing her, that that was why you were being so nice to -”

Clint turned to start unpacking his groceries, tossing a bag of spinach - which he hated - towards the refrigerator.

“You,” Clint said after a second, “could also kick my ass six ways to Sunday. Plus the whole hot as hell, stubbed perfection, heart of gold thing. Why the hell would you be dating me?”

Bucky took the packet of noodles out of Clint’s hand and tossed them onto the counter behind him. Stepping in close and watching the blue of Clint’s eyes darken was the best kind of ego trip.

“Pretty much because you’re beautiful and perfect,” Bucky said, thoughtful, and ducked in to press his mouth to Clint’s while his eyes were still startled and wide.

(For the moment, the rest could remain implied.)

deepdowninyourmanbits  asked:

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Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling/vice versa
Barton. All the time. He swears its a conspiracy.

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them
Neither. That would be lame.

Who starts the tickle fights
Could be either. It gets very competitive very fast.

Who starts the pillow fights
Kate, usually fumphing Clint in the face to get his attention, then it becomes all out pillow war. They go through a surprising amount of pillows that way.

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile
Watching people sleep is C-R-E-E-P-Y.

Who mistakes salt for sugar
Barton. C'mon, we all knew it.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1am in the morning
Kate, Clint’s deaf and can’t hear shit without his hearing aids. She could have a full marching band stomp through the apartment and he wouldn’t wake up.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines
Barton, because he’s a doof, and secretly she loves it.

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order
Kate. She had to repair the bookshelf and unpack the box marked ‘books’ first though.

Who licks the spoon when they’re baking brownies
Kate, because Clint is banned from the kitchen unless under close supervision.

Who buys candles for dinners even though there’s no special occasion
Kate. Clint thinks its cute. She even used them with breakfast once. Candlelit cheerios, its a Hawkeye thing.

Who draws little tattoos on the other with a pen
Both, once again it gets very competitive

Who comes home with a new souvenir magnet every time they go on vacation
Kate. Their fridge is covered in them. Not just from vacations, they have stuff from dates too. The zoo photo magnet is a particular favourite.

Who convinces the other to fill out those couple surveys in the back of magazines
Both, because its futzing funny, both mocking the ridiculousness of the answers.

people talking hawkeye squared MCU ideas, i.e. what I have been thinking about every night before bed for a week now

if I had my way: Clint is having trouble during a big NYC fight in Age of Ultron, mystery girl saves his rear by whacking a bad guy with her shoes, Avengers take over and push her away, her friend pulls her arm and yells “Kate, we gotta get out of here!”, a few mega-nerds in the audience go berserk