The Sickle and the Shield || Closed || shatteredfreedom ; theotherbarnes ; thearchertheangel; awintersoldieriscoming
"Awwww…I wish I was there to see that, both of those things, why was he arrested? Oh wait, the Hydra thing, right." he hummed, "I don’t think there are endearments for men?" he said, "I dunno, do you have to call me an endearment..?"
"Yes," he said, but stopped walking to grab Bucky’s face, "I know how hard this is for you," he said softly, the very thought of his own brother coming back from the dead made him just not want want to deal with the world.
"But…you can’t run even when things are hard, and it will probably get harder, but…if it helps you get your sister back, then it’s worth it in the end." He said and then pressed his lips to Bucky’s gently.
"Got it, baby?" he said and then snorted, "I can’t take myself seriously…baby…sweetheart…darling…nope."
Bucky snorted. “Got it sweetpea,” he said letting out a decidedly unmanly giggle. “I like Clint. I’ll just stick with Clint.” He laughed, and leaned forward, pressing his face into Clint’s neck.
He allowed himself a few more moments of self pity before he took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s get you to physical therapy,” he said stepping out into the curb before he hailed a cab. The therapy place wasn’t too far from where Becca was, he’d stop by there afterwards.
