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Prompt: Clint makes cookies and one by one everyone wanders in because of the smell

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Clint’s mom had always liked to bake cookies. It was one of the few good memories he had of her. He’d be hiding out in his room or playing with Barney in the yard when he’d suddenly get a whiff of melting chocolate and butter. He’d stop whatever he was doing and follow his nose to the kitchen. It was a smell that meant all was well. His dad wasn’t home, his mom was having a good day, and his fears could be pushed away for a while. He honestly didn’t remember much about the taste of the cookies. His mom could’ve made terrible cookies for all he remembered. It was all about the smell. So that’s what he set out to recreate when he began gathering the ingredients and asked Jarvis to walk him through the process of making cookies. Clint had never been much of a cook. Eggs and pancakes and well, various other breakfast foods were about the extent of his cooking knowledge. But he figured with a nosy, all-seeing AI carefully monitoring him, it couldn’t go too wrong, right? The first one to pop up was Sam. “Aw, man, it smells just like my mom’s kitchen in here. How much longer they got?”“About ten minutes,” Clint told him, feeling a little bubble of pride inside his chest. “Perfect,” Sam said and plopped down in a chair. Steve and Natasha wandered in together, clearly fresh off a workout. “I thought I smelled something delicious,” Steve said, retrieving two water bottles and tossing one to Natasha. “What are you burning, Barton?” Natasha asked. She had been a witness to a few of Clint’s more disastrous attempts at cooking while hiding out together at various safe houses. Her skepticism was warranted. “I’m not burning anything!” Clint defended himself and leaned down to peer through the oven door at the same time, just to make sure. “I’m making cookies.”When he turned back around, they had both found seats at the table. Tony stumbled in a moment later, having clearly just woken up from a long sleep after a several day science binge. His hair was in disarray and his nose was stuck in the air actually sniffing like a dog. “Why do I smell Jarvis’ famous chocolate chip cookies?” Tony asked. “Uh, well, I’m making cookies and Jarvis helped me,” Clint told him, suddenly feeling a little awkward. He knew how much Tony missed human-Jarvis. He glared at the ceiling; that damn AI had to have known what it was doing, choosing that recipe, though there was complete silence from above. “Oh,” Tony said, then veered around the table and scooted into Steve’s lap, leaning his head on one broad shoulder in an attempt to hide his face. Steve just wrapped his arms around Tony and kissed his forehead. Clint cleared his throat and turned back towards the oven, thinking they were probably about ready to come out, when Bruce and Thor appeared, talking animatedly about something science-y. “What is that delicious smell, friend Barton?” Thor boomed, breaking off from the conversation. “Cookies,” Clint told him. “I must try one. Is that what all of you are waiting for?” Thor asked the occupants of the table, and they all nodded in response. “Splendid. We will join you.”He clapped Bruce on the shoulder and led him towards the table. “It does smell great, Clint,” Bruce said over his shoulder with a small smile. Grabbing an oven mitt, Clint opened the oven door, the scent of freshly baked cookies pouring out. He reached in carefully and pulled out the large tray filled from edge to edge with perfect, golden-brown cookies. Placing the tray on the stove top, he hurried to grab a cooling rack before they cooked on the tray much more. “When do we get to eat them?” Thor asked. “They have to cool down,” Tony told him. “They’re best when they’re hot!” Sam protested. “They literally just came out of the oven,” Natasha said. “You’ll burn your mouth.”“Worth it,” Steve and Sam said at the exact same time. Bruce and Natasha rolled their eyes, but everyone had smiles on their faces. Clint cleared his throat and said a little louder than he probably needed to, letting his voice carry, “Bucky gets the first cookie.”General protests erupted around the room, but Clint insisted, “they’re for Bucky. He gets the first one and he decides who gets one.”The shadow that had been lurking outside the door to the common living room shifted and everyone’s eyes went to it. “You made me cookies?” Bucky asked, just as his face became distinguishable from the shadow. Clint shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. “You said you thought you liked them, so…”Clint used the spatula to pull one from the cooling rack and placed it on a small plate, holding it out to Bucky. Reluctantly, Bucky took a few more steps into the room, his wary eyes shifting from the cookie, to Clint, to the crowd of people gathered at the table. His flesh and blood hand slowly came up and took the plate, lifting it to his nose. Just as he took a sniff, his eyes fell closed and a small smile formed on his lips.

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Lots of over the top flirting from both Clint and Bucky. The team is so over it.

@loonyloopylisaHope you like it! (Sorry if the formatting is weird, I’m on mobile!)

Bucky had just placed another beer in front of Sam and started wiping down the bar when he walked in. Sure, he came in here all the time, but Bucky always had to pause and appreciate the muscular arms and shoulders and the dorky grin. “See that guy, Sam?” Bucky asked, not taking his eyes off the beautiful blond. “No,” Sam said without turning. “I’m taking him home tonight,” Bucky told him confidently. “Could we not do this again?” Sam pleaded. “What? You don’t believe me?” Dragging his eyes back to Sam, Bucky smirked confidently. “Of course I believe you, Barnes.” Sam rolled his eyes. “He’s your…”Bucky didn’t hear the rest of what Sam said because the blond had started making his way down the bar towards them, sliding into a seat two down from Sam. He was still grinning, but there was a flirtatious edge to it now that had Bucky’s heart pumping wildly. “What can I get you, handsome?” Bucky asked, leaning his arm on the bar and licking his lips because he knew the man across from him was watching them closely in the loud bar. “Whatever IPA you have on draft,” he responded. “And maybe your phone number?”Sam groaned. “You really think I’m that easy?” Bucky asked. “The way you watched me walk over here makes me think so,” the blonde shot back. “Well, just for that, maybe I’ll make you try a little harder,” Bucky said. He tried to appear stern but couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. “What time do you get off?” Clint asked. Bucky laughed. “Wow, you really do think I’m easy don’t you?”“Are they doing the thing again?” Natasha asked, suddenly appearing in the chair between Clint and Sam. Sam groaned again in acknowledgment. “You’d think after two years together, they would stop, right? That seems reasonable.”“Every day with this guy feels like the first day,” Bucky said with an exaggerated flutter of his eyelashes. “Aw, Buck, you’re such a sap,” Clint said, leaning over the bar to press a smacking kiss to Bucky’s lips. “Only for you, doll.”“All right,” Natasha said, picking up Clint’s beer and her own that Bucky had just poured. “We’re going to sit at the booth over there. You two can continue this when Bucky gets off and you go home.”“Aw, Nat.” Clint allowed himself to be dragged away, but threw a wink over his shoulder. Bucky grinned widely before moving on to another customer. Maybe it was sappy, but he didn’t think he’d ever get used to the fact that he’d been so lucky to meet Clint.

More prompt fills coming later!

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Hey guys!

I know I haven’t written in a while (and some people are waiting on me to finish a certain fic, which I am going to do! Soon. Probably.), but I’m looking to ease myself back into writing fic. So if you all would bless me with some prompts for a few short fics, I would love to write something for you!

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Winterhawk Drabble

Bucky stuffed his face with Chinese food while watching Clint yell at the tv screen. "You call that a quick step?" He shook his fist at the dancer. "Dammit, I was rooting for you!" Bucky had told Clint that it seemed kind of pointless for him to watch a show where they taught celebrities to dance since he didn't know the celebrities. Clint had just assured him that nobody else knew who the majority of them were anyway. Bucky kept coming over to Clint's apartment when he knew the show was on just for the amusement of watching Clint watch it. "You're ridiculous," Bucky said. "Val is ridiculous if he thinks he's winning this year," Clint shot back without looking at him and took a drink of his beer. A rush of affection ran through Bucky accompanied by a stupid smile that he was mostly unsuccessful at fighting back. "You wouldn't like me near as much if I wasn't ridiculous," Clint said, still not looking at Bucky but a smile worked its way onto his face. "You're right," Bucky admitted. "You'd be way less interesting to hang out with."

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Graduate student Clint for my winterhawk modern au, Something Resembling a Possibility. 

I love Jeremy Renner, but I wanted a younger looking Clint for this story. It was between Armie Hammer and Garrett Hedlund, but in the end, Armie Hammer is just too clean cut.

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Winterhawk. Clint gets hurt in the middle of a mission. Bucky goes full out Winter Soldier mode because of it.

Sorry this is so late, anon! Hope you enjoy!

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It happened in slow motion. The small, spherical doombot popped up behind Clint, and Bucky’s world narrowed to the space between the back of Clint’s head, the blonde hair sticking out in all possible directions thanks to the Avengers Assemble call which had brought them straight from their beds that morning, and the end of the little metal claw that shot something like electric pulses into its victims. 

Bucky had already taken a couple of indirect shots from those claws and damn they had hurt, but he had been able to shake it off relatively quickly thanks to his enhanced system. But Clint…Clint wasn’t enhanced. And that was going to be a direct hit.

And there was nothing Bucky could do about it but scream Clint’s name, already knowing it was too late for Clint to do anything about it.

So Bucky watched as the air crackled and fizzed around whatever exactly the bot was shooting. He watched as Clint’s whole body went rigid when the pulse hit him. He watched the bot shoot again and again and again. Straight into Clint’s back. He watched as Clint fell to his knees.

And something in him snapped.

Next thing he knew, the bot that had gotten the drop on Clint had three knives embedded in its now non-functional husk, thrown from his own hand. 

Metal screeched against metal as his hand went straight through the internal mechanisms of the first bot that tried to cut him off from Clint’s prone body. He spun and threw the bot he’d just eviscerated into another with a mighty roar. 

He had a mission, and that mission was to get to Clint. No other thoughts passed through his mind as he worked entirely on instinct and muscle memory. He heard someone call his name, but it didn’t register. Nothing stopped the Solider from completing his mission.

Five bots later and he was shoving a knife into a bot that had dared get close to Clint again before tossing it to the side and dropping to his knees. Clint twitched where he lay every few seconds as the pulses of energy that had been fired into him continued to work their way through his body, but he was unconscious. 

Bucky refused to consider any other possibility.

Hoisting Clint into his arms, Bucky ran for the cover of the closest building. He was immediately aware of the rise and fall of Clint’s chest against his, despite its lack of consistency, and the puffs of warm breath against his flesh arm.

He didn’t register the tears making tracks through the grime that had accumulated on his face during the going-on twelve hour fight until he had turned a corner, blocking them both from the fighting. Slowly, things came back into focus and he couldn’t bite back the sob that wracked his body as the sheer terror that he’d been pushing down washed over him in full force. 

“Clint, you piece of shit, wake up,” he hissed, running his hand down Clint’s body to check for any major injuries. All he could find were smoking holes in the back of Clint’s vest and burn marks where the pulses had hit him.

Clint gave a sudden, violent twitch, and his eyes popped wide open as he gulped air into his lungs.

“Holy fuck. What was that?” Clint gasped, looking around.

“Fuck you, Barton,” Bucky choked out with a slightly hysterical laugh before tilting Clint’s head up and crashing their lips together.

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I feel like there's not enough amerihawk so some clint/Steve and their best and worse birthdays

Yay! I’ve never actually written Amerihawk, but I’ve always wanted to so thanks for this! Hopefully it’s okay.

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Steve

All of Steve’s memories of his birthday involved Bucky. 

Bucky taking him to Coney Island. Bucky taking him to buy art supplies. Bucky cooking him dinner in their little apartment and watching the fireworks from the roof of their building together.

The first birthday after being discovered in the ice was the worst he’d ever had. He didn’t have any new friends to help negate the pain of the fact that Bucky wasn’t there. The whole day was spent drawing. Bucky, Peggy, the Commandos. Everyone from his past. The night was spent in his bed hiding from the explosions, telling himself over and over again that it wasn’t real, it wasn’t real. 

It was amazing how much could change in a year. He had a team, he had friends, and he had Clint. 

Clint took him to a Mets game and they stuffed themselves with hot dogs and beer. When they got back, the rest of the team was waiting with a cake and presents. Then they all closed themselves in Tony’s soundproof media room to watch a movie and wait out the fireworks. When they finally climbed into bed, Clint was there to hold him and kiss away his tears.

It was a weird feeling, being so happy and sad. He still mourned for all the things he had lost, but he had gained so many new things. 

Clint

Clint had never put much stock in birthdays. The only good thing he could remember about them from when he was younger was Barney sneaking him some candy or a few of the carnies patting him on the head.

But the worst birthday was just before he was recruited to SHIELD. He was in Eastern Europe working as a mercenary, up in a perch waiting to take out his target. It was freezing and he had run out of food. 

He barely even noticed that it had passed.

Every birthday after that was better than the one before. The next year, he spent it with Coulson on a mission, but at least there was cake. After that, there was Coulson and Nat and Bobbi. Even though things with Bobbi went south eventually, he still had a lot of good memories of her. She always knew how to make birthdays special.

But nothing could beat the first birthday he spent with Steve. 

They splurged and let Tony fly them to the Cayman Islands, spent all day on the beach, and all night making love. He had never felt so at peace with his life. Being with Steve felt so right.

And even though they got interrupted the next day by an Avengers Assemble call, he wouldn’t have changed a thing. 

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WinterHawk proposal!

I did one proposal in the epilogue of my fic Road to Recovery if you’re interested, but here’s another one!

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The ring was gone. Today was the day. And Clint had lost the fucking ring. This was so typical. Clint banged his head against the countertop.

And that was, of course, exactly when Bucky knocked on the door. Clint cursed under his breath in three languages. He grabbed his phone and ignored Lucky pawing at the door, waiting for Clint to open it.

Do u know where I put the ring? he speed texted to Kate. Bucky knocked again. Taking a deep breath, Clint walked over to the door and opened it, nudging Lucky out of the way and plastering on a smile to try to cover his panic.

“Hey,” Clint said as casually as possible, leaning in for a kiss before stepping back to let Bucky in the apartment. 

Bucky froze mid-step and looked around at the candles spread around the room then over at Clint in his nicest clothes. He cleared his throat. “Uh, did I forget something?”

“No!” Clint said quickly. “Nothing. I just figured I’d…change it up a bit.”

“Okay,” Bucky said slowly, eyeing Clint with suspicion.

Clint’s phone buzzed in his hand. 

You put it in the box with your recurve, Kate had responded.

“Um, hold on a second, babe,” Clint said before running up the stairs. He flung open one of his bow cases as soon as reached it and there it was. The small black box. Clint sighed in relief.

U r a goddess, he texted to Kate.

You’re a dumbass, she responded immediately.

He dropped the phone on his bed and made his way downstairs. Bucky had taken off his coat and was poking at the take out boxes on the coffee table. 

“What’s that?” Bucky asked when Clint sat down next to him, pointing at Clint’s right hand…where the box still was…because Clint was an idiot.

“Uh, nothing,” He said unconvincingly and tried to hide the box under his thigh. 

But Bucky had frozen in place, shock the only expression on his face. “Clint…is that what I think it is?”

“Probably not,” Clint’s whole body was flushing in embarrassment. He had screwed up so bad. This whole thing was a disaster.

“Clint Barton,” Bucky started, his eyes flashing from Clint’s hand to his face and back again a few times. “You tell me what that is right now.”

Clint rubbed his free hand over his face. This was not a battle he was going to win. Might as well just do it. “So, this is not how I planned for this to go down.”

“For what to go down?” Bucky prompted when Clint went quiet again. His features had softened now that Clint was being honest with him.

Clint’s heart was about to beat out of his chest. It was too late to back out, but he would rather be taking on a mob of tracksuit draculas right now then this. He took a deep, fortifying breath and held the box out towards Bucky. “I, uh, got you something.”

Bucky took the box and opened it slowly. His expression didn’t even change as he looked at the simple, platinum band and he didn’t say anything and Clint was practically vibrating with nerves. 

Finally, because Bucky didn’t seem inclined to comment, Clint said, “So you wanna, you know, get hitched?”

Then Bucky started laughing. It started as a low rumble and transitioned into a full-body laugh. That was definitely not the reaction Clint had been going for. 

“It’s not really nice to leave a guy hanging in these situations, Barnes,” Clint said with a huff. 

Bucky’s metal hand grabbed a fistful of Clint’s shirt and tugged him forward, bringing their lips together forcefully.

“Yes, you idiot.” Bucky said against his lips. “’Course I will.”