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“There’s no way this will work,” Bucky says, trying not to pant as they reach the castle. “It’s a waste of time.”
“No it’s not,” the archer replies with a devastating grin, grabs for the rope that’s hanging down from a tower’s window. Bucky wants to ask why he isn’t just going inside to use the stairs, but he doesn’t get anything about this guy’s motivations. He’s just weird. “I rode to like, three different towns and broke into the Royal Jail to drag you back here, it’s gotta work. True love’s kiss, right?”
Truth is, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what to think. Sure, he was in love with the Prince when they were kids, but why would Steve have still been in love with him now? Especially when the archer - Clint - is right there, tracking down anyone and everyone who could wake him up. That’s love right there, not the weird we-should-we-shouldn’t thing that Steve and Bucky had.
Also, Bucky’s pretty sure that on their misadventures, he’s ended up with feelings for Clint too. It’s hard not to, seeing how determined he is. How much he cares about Steve.
“Alright, here we are, Stevie boy,” Clint says, and Bucky has to stop for a second to watch him gently brush a stray bit of hair from Steve’s sleeping face. “Gonna get you up and about.”
Bucky steps a little closer. Feels the fear written all over his face. What if it doesn’t work? What if it doesn’t work because he now thinks about kissing Clint as much as Steve? What if Steve doesn’t love him anymore?
“Right,” he says. “Okay.” Leans down and presses his lips to Steve’s, the same way he’s done a million times before.
“I told you,” he says past the lump in his throat. Clint’s looking somewhere between scared and frustrated as well, the sunlight catching the edges of violet in his eyes. “I told you it wouldn’t work, it’s you, you kiss him.”
“I tried,” Clint snaps, drops a gentle kiss on Steve’s forehead like he’s proving a point. “You don’t think I already tried a million times, Barnes?”
“What the fuck do we do now?”
“Yes, we,” Bucky says irritably. “You think I’m just going to leave y-”
He doesn’t get a chance to start ranting about how he’s part of this now, and his confusing jumble of feelings around Steve and Clint and this whole disaster. Mostly because Clint’s gotten a handful of his shirt and yanked him in to press their lips together.
Clint backs off just as quickly as he’s done it, though, eyes wide like he’s been betrayed by his own body. Bucky thinks he might look just as shocked, reaches to touch his mouth where Clint had.
“It’s about time,” Steve says conversationally, and they both jump half a mile in the air.
