Aaaaaahh, can you tell me more about the President's son/Bodyguard AU? I know we've talked about it before but it just *clenches tiny fist* sounds so awesome. Also, I have never in my life watched a hockey game but for some reason, I love hockey AUs. A little something for the starving, please? 🤩
So for those that don’t know the President’s son/Bodyguard AU is one in which Bucky is the son of current president Winnifred Barnes (and former Pres George Barnes - basically he grew up in the spotlight not unlike the Kennedy kids). There is an attempt on his life and, in order to protect him, the Secret Service assigns Agent Clint Barton to pose as his boyfriend. Shenanigans ensue. The opening scene is at a party and Bucky’s pov - he’s been flirting with a hot waiter and having a good time and then the following kinda sucky action scene happens. lol ~Bucky had just finished a bacon wrapped scallop when he heard a pop. It took a second to register that it wasn't just an average sound but rather the sound of gunfire. Between one blink and the next though Natasha was covering his body with her own and shoving him towards the fence. They had just slipped through an opening and onto the sidewalk when another shot rang out and Natasha made a noise.
“You've been hit!” Bucky said feeling very slow and then a car pulled up to the curb. Natasha wrenched open the door and Bucky expected Gabe to be in the driver seat when he climbed in, a third shot screaming off the car where his head had been a moment before. Instead he saw the face of the Hot Waiter peering over the seats.
Natasha dove in herself and she bit out “Just drive!” when hot waiter's eyes widened at the sight of her bloody shoulder but did as he was told, pulling out into traffic and taking off at a speed that surprised Bucky.
“We need to get her to the hospital,” Bucky called out.
“Negative – we need to get you to safety first,” Natasha gritted out and Bucky removed his jacket to give to her to hold against the wound.
“He's got a point Nat,” Hot Waiter said, swerving in and out of traffic with an ease that would've turned Bucky on under different circumstances.
“Just drive Clint!” Natasha said through a wince. “We need to get him to safety.” She turned her gaze to Bucky. “You're not hit at all, are you?”
“No, and it's all thanks to you,” he said feeling inadequate and confused. He knew it was Natasha's job to look out for him and that in fact she would take a bullet for him but knowing that and actually experiencing it first hand were two very different things. He pressed a little harder against the jacket covered wound on Natasha's shoulder. She was losing blood...
Confusion was edging a little into anger when combined with his worry for Natasha because who the fuck was the Hot Waiter? Well, Clint apparently was his name and he was on a first name basis with Natasha which meant... “Which fucking alphabet agency do you belong to?” Bucky asked Clint.
Clint didn't answer, sharply changing lanes at the last moment to grab an exit. Bucky had no idea where they were.
Eventually, Clint pulled up in front of an apartment complex, throwing the car in park and tossing a set of keys back to Bucky who juggled them briefly but didn't drop them. Clint was at the door a moment later, helping Bucky out, then helping Natasha who was looking a little pale but not as bad as Bucky had been worried. The trio made their way inside and up to a fourth floor apartment.
“Who the fuck are you?” Bucky said getting up into Clint's personal space as soon as the door shut.
“Special Agent Clint Barton – you're welcome for saving your life by the way.” He was entirely too calm and that annoyed Bucky even more.
“I think Nat mainly did that.”
“That she did – now you want to cuss me out or let me take a look at her?” --- Re hockey AU’s...man I have like a few starts and stops for NHL level ones and then the college one is more of an idea. Here is a snippet of one possibility - with bonus Deadpool! ~“Hey hey if it isn't the sensual hockey God I know and love,” a voice called out and Bucky's stomach twisted at the way Clint laughed in reply. How throaty and pleased it sounded. Why this would bother him and how he'd come to categorize Clint's laughs was low on his list of priorities of things to figure out. “Jesus Wade, we've already got a date tonight you don't need to lay it on any thicker,” came Clint's reply and Bucky's stomach lurched again because date? What? “Who says I'm laying anything on thick?” Wade Wilson, winger for the New Jersey Devils, said as he sauntered into their lounge area like he owned the place. “Jeff Gillooly! How you doing?” He offered his hand to Bucky and it was only by reflex that he took it. “Shit that's who you look like!” Clint said with a chuckle as he glanced over at Bucky. “Well, a hotter version of the real guy.” “Agreed, way hotter,” Wade chimed in and Bucky was so confused he almost didn't realize he was blushing. “Oh now that's just precious.” And he realized Wade was talking about him and he rolled his eyes and went back to gathering his things. “You guys have a date tonight?” Bucky found himself asking, pleased he sounded neutral and then curious as to why sounding that was was important. Actually no, it made sense, he didn't want to sound like an asshole if Clint had a date with another man. He wasn't in the closet as deeply as Bucky was, it made sense that he was dating. “After years of pining he finally said yes,” Wade replied, hand on his chest. “You were not pining for years,” Clint replied, shoving his shoulder lightly and they both laughed. “But yeah, I figured why not when Wade asked – though it was hard to figure out if he was kidding all things considered.” “No one ever kids about wanting to date you, Barton.” Wade said, voice sincere. “Ain't that right Barnes?” ---- WIP Ask Game
