#deaf clint

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I can not explain to you the euphoria, the satisfaction, the

I felt at the line

“Did you turn your hearing aid off?”

I yelled out loud, and I am willing to admit that.

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Meeting The Brother

Pairing: Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: Post Fraction (Hawkeye 2012) where Clint loses his hearing.

Summary: Bucky has always known Clint had a brother. He knew the pair weren't the best of friends and weren't exactly close, but he never thought he'd get to meet him like this.

Holding Hands @marvelfluffbingo​

”Don’t close your eyes.” @avengersbingo​

Free Space @winterhawkbingo​

Sneep Snoop:

 There was a bedtime story his ma had told him, growing up, about how being in love would open up a whole new world of color. You never saw red and blues in the same light again, how the world would create a sparkling hue that no soul knew to exist until you saw it.      “That’s how, my baby boy,” she’d tell him while tucking the covers around his side. “That’s how you know you’ll be in love. When the color in the world starts to fade and that anxiety worry of what’s happening to you takes over until you wake up one day and see a whole new world of color. That’s what I want for you.”  

 But for Bucky, it wasn’t like that. For him, he saw the world not in new shades of blues and greens, but of a golden hue. He saw the world through Clint Barton’s baby blue eyes and he’d never want to forget a thing. He’d never want to forget how the world seemed so much happier with that blonde in it.

 He knew the second that Kate had called, something was wrong. His heart dropped straight to his stomach when he saw her name flashing across his screen. He tried not to think of Clint and how the guy hadn’t been answering his phone all day or how he seemed a little on edge on their last phone call. He almost abandoned everything right then and there and ran back, if it wasn’t for his sisters needing help.

 When his gut told him something was wrong, something was always wrong. Even if just this once, he prayed he could be mistaken.

     “Bucky?”     Kate’s breath was shaky, only just able to hear her over the sounds of sirens. “Th-thank God you answered. I didn’t know…” She stopped herself and he could hear the coughing gag one does when they’re starting to hyperventilate.

     Oh no.  

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New Kid On The Block

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Square Filled: Bucky learns sign language

Warnings: Deaf Clint, Author attempts to describe sign language

Summary: Learning a new language is not the easiest thing in the world, but for some people, it's just worth it. A College AU Where Bucky learns sign language to talk to the hot barista at the college café.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27499273

Sneekpeek: “You two are a mess,” Natasha sighed in an overdramatic manner, rolling her eyes. “He’s not, not interested, James! He’s very busy balancing school, work, and being on the archery team. Yeah, the guy does archery. That’s where he gets his muscles from. Plus, he feels sorta...overcrowded by the fact his big brother has to be here.”

Bucky tried to ignore the fact that Clint wasn’t interested in him, but the least he could do was be his friend. “I just want to get to know him - from him. Not from Barney or you. I wanna talk to him. Maybe help him out in a few of his classes, guy looks so tired lately.”

“I think that’s just his life. He’s roommates with Thor, actually.”

“The big blonde with that huge laugh? I can see why he’s so tired, must not be able to sleep with someone with the energy of a hyper bunny around them.”

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Prompt 12 for Winterhawk please? :)

We dated in high school but then you moved away but now you’re back in town. Winterhawk.

 My baaaabies.

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Hey you. It’s Bucky. – JB

I know, weirdly texting you outta the blue after not talking to you for a few years but I’m back in town and I ran into Natasha and she mentioned you. – JB

I was wondering if you wanted to catch up? Go out for a drink or two. Feel free to say no. – JB

Just let me know, don’t leave me hanging. – JB

“What the hell,” Clint breathed, shoving his phone into Natasha’s face with a frustrated look on his. She just raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged her shoulders. Universal language in Natasha-speak for not my problem. “You told him about me?! You know we broke up years ago.”

“He asked about you,” she sighed, leaning back into her chair so it balanced on two legs. “He was curious, fluttering around the subject of you. And, Barton, I know you still pine after him and don’t sit here and lie to me and tell me otherwise.”

Clint grunted as he sat back on his own chair, looking down at the text messages again. His thumbs trembled, hovering over the letters, unsure of what to say. Natasha was right. They’d broken up on mutual terms, so Bucky could go to college in California and be with his family and Clint could stay in Brooklyn and do God knows what.

The thing was, he did still pine after this man. Like really wanted him. He’d tried dating a few guys and gals here and there but nothing felt the same. He wasn’t comparing them to James at all, it just never reached that level of happiness and trust he had with this man.

“Besides, Clint, he still wants you too. I didn’t tell him anything, I left that up to you.”

Somehow, Clint both loved and hated Natasha for that fact. He just looked up at her with soft, blue eyes and sighed, typing back a quick message.

Sounds great. Meet you at Luke’s at 10? - CB

An almost instant reply and one that shouldn’t’ had made his heart leap, but it did. Great. Can’t wait to see you again and tell you about my metal arm. – JB

--

Turns out, they’d both changed over the five years since high school graduation. Bucky had graduated within two years of college and spent the last three in the military. The military wasn’t his top choice and he despised it to a point but it was a constant check he could send back to his baby sister after their parents had died.

Clint sympathized with the man, he really did. He knew how much the man begrudgingly had to swallow his pride in other to join the military to help raise his baby sister. That wasn’t fair on him at all, but that was James alright. One to step up to the plate and do what needs to be done, no matter the cost. Long as the decision was the right one. He was a firm believer in doing the wrong thing for the right reason.

Three years in the military, four tours, and all Sargeant James Barnes got to come home with was a missing metal arm, severe PTSD, a distrust of closed-off spaces and loud noises, and no help from the government what so ever. That’s why he came back to Brooklyn, still just as loud as California but Becca was out here in college, so he could stay with her. And Natasha had taken up the man’s case to get the back pay he was owed for disability.

“Top it off, Nat got in me in contact with the Starks? They’re the leading minds behinds robotic prosthetics and I’m sorta their test dummy.” Bucky picked up his left hand and let the soft lights of the dingy bar shine on it, wiggling his fingers in Clint’s direction. “Works like a charm, if you ask me. Sorta gets stuck sometimes and if it gets wet, I gotta spend a while drying the gears, but for first-timers it’s amazing. Surgery wasn’t that bad either, connecting it to my nerves and all. I can even feel with it, but it's not the same as with my flesh hand, just a metal thing to tell me something is hot or cold.”

Clint was in awe of it, really. He watched the gears move to accommodate the fingers moving, plates shifting one over the other to help the digits move. He reached out to touch it, finding it smooth, all along except for his palm where it was ridged. “Beautiful,” he breathed, his cheeks flushing as he became fully aware he was still holding onto his hand and jerked his hand back. “S-sorry, it looks…good.”

“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it?” Bucky had let his hair grow out, says it made him feel different from before where he had to keep it properly trimmed and off his collar. It felt like breaking the rules that still lingered on his mind, the beard too. Natasha must’ve helped him braid his hair just because there’s no way this man was that elegant with his hair. “So, what about you? What’s happened to you? You’ve…changed. In a good way! Not bad!”

Clint laughed, just because he’d never seen Bucky so flustered before. The man’s cheeks grew a darker red at the laugh, turning to drain the beer before he could say anything else. “Come on, Buck, I know I’m different. I just…uh didn’t know how to say that to you? Or anyone, hell even myself.”

Bucky just cocked his brow and let his eyes roam over the tall, muscular figure that was now Clint Barton. He admired the way the man start to flush the brightest shade of pink. “Well, I’m glad that you did, buddy. You look amazing.”

“Yeah, well when your hate for yourself starts to manifest into an obsession in the gym and bow and arrows…” Clint shrugged, clearing his throat. “The full names Clint Francis Barton now. I got it officially changed last summer, been on hormones for over two years now.”

“Well, I gotta say, you look so much happier now.” His metal arm threw over Clint’s shoulder and squeezed him tightly to his chest. “Like you’ve really blossomed. You’re not hiding yourself or snapping at people. You’ve really come a long way, Clint. I think the name suits you better but not Francis, we’re finding you something better.”

“You are not. Barney helped me pick out that name!” Clint pouted, but still not moving against Bucky’s chest. He was still a good few inches taller than him and yet laying on his chest felt like home. Thankfully Bucky was never one to throw a fit when it came to dating people taller than him.

“Nahhh, who cares what Barney picked out? It doesn’t fit you.” Bucky barely got to move out of the way before Barney, their bartender for the evening threw a soiled rag at his face.

“I do!” The Barton brothers both said at once, making the veteran pause before laughing.

“Alright, alright. The name stays. Geez. Francis.”

This is the first time Clint’s laughed like this in weeks, months even. He’s happier around Bucky, surer, more confident now that he knew Bucky wasn’t going to be against him coming out. Not that the thought he would, but that fear was there, always on the surface. It’s one thing that made him stop talking to Bucky, that what if…

Because Bucky’s opinion, Clint quickly found out as the night waned on and they got deeper into their drinks, the man’s opinion still meant everything to him.

“Wanna go back to my place?” Clint mused, face flushed from the alcohol, and jerking his chin towards the door. “Just moved in. We could break the bed in.”

Bucky snorted behind his hand, rolling his eyes. “You’re so terrible at flirting.”

“Wait is that a yes?” Clint had never looked more adorable to this man then confused, the way his nose scrunched up.

Instead of answering, Bucky leaned closer and just brushed his lips over Clint’s, the blonde smiling against his lips.

That was a yes.

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Clint Barton-Hawkeye Masterlist

One Shots:

Lilacs - June 11th, 2019

The soft purple of the lilacs contrasted nicely against the dark colors of his casket. He always did love the smell of lilacs, they reminded him of her.

Shitty Nights, Sweet Company - June 6th, 2019

A shitty night with no sleep and an early wake up call, brings a darling Clint to help you finally get some sleep.

Patchwork Confessions - May 23rd, 2019

Her beside manners are impeccable, maybe that’s why he ends up at her apartment window. Maybe it’s just her.

A Clint Barton Valentine’s Day - Feb. 2nd, 2019

You hated Valentine’s day. A day that was usually filled cursing the sappy couples and their overwhelming happiness. You normally spent it at home with some cheap chocolate and wine you’d bought for yourself, until someone important came along to change it all.

The Secret Admirer - Oct. 18th, 2018

Too afraid to outright confess his love, Clint leaves notes of his affection when you most need it. (Fluff)

You. - Oct. 7th, 2018

Clint and his new wife escape to a secluded cabin in the woods for their honeymoon. (Fluff)

Coffee and Mischief - July 12th, 2018

Clint deals with a massive hangover after a fun night, involving off world and super potent liquor. (Fluff)

Alone - July 3rd, 2018

After a hard night, Clint finds you on the roof mourning your relationship with your ex. (Angst, Fluff)

Snow Day - June 16th, 2018

The weather is blistering hot and the AC is out. Clint creates chaos in the midst of a solution. (Fluff)

Paper Towels - June 6th, 2018

An injury on a mission leads to some strong painkillers and some funny jokes. (Fluff)

Don’t You Dare - May 18th, 2018

Clint takes you out to play in the snow. Frozen balls take on a different meaning.(Fluff)

Series and Multi-Chapter Stories - 

Reasons to love Clint Barton - Aug 8th, 2019

Mini- drabble series detailing all of the funny, serious, scary, and amazing reasons to love Clint Barton, aka Hawkeye. *** (Will include some NSFW content, 18+ only.)

(***) Indicates NSFW content

Bolded Stories indicate personal favorites

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The Little Things

Main Masterlist - Clint Barton Masterlist - 

Bucky is still a bit hesitant to be open about his relationship with Clint. He loves him but privacy is hard to come by as an Avenger and Bucky wants to keep some of his life private. 

Alternatively, Clint is a lovesick puppy that cannot, and will not stop staring at Bucky’s ass.

Word Count: 2892

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton (Winterhawk)

Warnings: None, just lots of fluff

A/n: I hope you all enjoy! If you do, leave a like and a reblog or comment! I’d love to hear what you think and honestly I need the validation. (Mistakes are mine!)

Read on AO3!

It’s the age of technology and social media, and as Bucky was coming to understand, that all meant little to no privacy. Of course, his status as an Avenger (and the newest addition) meant even less privacy. He understood that the public wanted to know what the avengers got up to in between saving the world, that they wanted to be apart of the lives they lead but there were parts of himself he didn’t want to be public information. So, in order to keep a semblance of privacy, Bucky pulled out the best of his spy skills to keep this piece of him, private. 

He hates the way his heart clenches with sadness as he throws back the covers of the immensely comfortable bed, and maybe that’s because of who is in the bed, not the bed itself, but either way he hates leaving. There is a groan that sounds from beneath the mound of covers, a pair of hands reaching out to reach for the last vestiges of warmth left by him. The sun is just high enough to reach over the tree line on the edge of the compound. He is cutting it closer and closer each day, he really should’ve left an hour ago but he couldn’t force himself to do so, but he has at least left himself enough time to sneak back to his room before Steve is up for his morning run. 

He’s shucking his pants up his legs, pulling on a shirt he is 98% sure is his when he hears the loud whine from behind him, “Baby, don’t go.” Bucky rolls his eyes, but does relent (because how could he resist that?) and crawls back in the bed. He’s careful to not slip beneath the covers, if he does he really won’t leave. --And then the whole relationship will be out in the open, and they really aren’t ready for that. Well, Bucky doesn’t think he is.-- “Clint,” His tone is warning, there isn’t any heat behind it, just a reminder of why he has to leave without actually saying it. “Stay.” Clint whispers the word into Bucky’s neck, wrapping his arms around Bucky and clinging to him, trying to persuade him to stay today. (Like it’d take anything more than his pouty face. Bucky is a sap.)

“Let them find out. Don’t you think it’s time?” Careful fingers brushed back Bucky’s hair, pushing it back behind his ear with a delicate touch that no one with arms like him should be able to do. Bucky huffed out a sigh. It probably was time, he wanted to be the one to hand Clint his coffee in the morning, be the one to kiss him after that first sip and taste the bitterness of his coffee on his lips. He wanted to curl into Clint’s arms and tangle their legs during movie nights, he wanted to be able to dance around the kitchen making dinner with the man he loved. He wanted all of it. But there was a part of him that was still afraid, that had held onto the idea that loving a man was not okay, and it wasn’t that he was afraid of what the team would think, Steve had known pretty much as long as Bucky did and it had never changed anything. He was just afraid that if they were privy to the information, so would the public. 

It was just a little more than he was ready for, and he just couldn’t let himself lose one of the few things that made him happy. (They were a bit hard to come by these days.) And bless Clint, the man was so understanding of it all. He just kissed Bucky soundly, seeing his emotions cross his face like he was reading an open book. “It’s okay if you don’t. We can wait until you’re ready. No issue.” God, Bucky can’t put into words how much love he has for Clint. His head drops against Clint’s collar bone, and Clint can feel his smile, feel his teeth nip at the skin in a silent thanks. He likes the feeling of them like this, soft and warm and sleepy and he really does wish Bucky would stay, but he knows what it’s like to want to keep that part hidden, to be afraid of people’s opinions. So, he doesn’t push because if people know, or they don’t know doesn’t change the fact that he loves Bucky with everything in him. Nothing would ever change that.

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He laughs a little to himself when Bucky comes down to the kitchen the next morning. His hair is pulled into a higher than normal bun, pieces falling out, which is really un-fucking-fair because Bucky knows how hot Clint is for the bun. He just wants to sink his fingers into it, and kiss him until his lips are red and swollen and he has that punch drunk haze in his eyes. But it’s not just his hair that has Clint stifling his urges to just take Bucky right then and there.

 It’s everything about him.

Cause apparently Bucky Barnes wanted to be an asshole this morning and make Clint have to awkwardly shuffle from the room and take an ice cold shower. He also threw on the black joggers that cling to his ass like a second skin -- You could seriously bounce a quarter of it, okay?-- and makes Clint want to do nothing but bite into it. (Yeah, Steve has America’s ass? Clint strongly disagrees about that, but then again… he might be a little bit biased.) But then to make matters worse for Clint, he wore a new smedium t-shirt, that stretched across him like it was about to bust at the seams. And for god sakes, it was purple. 

He was going to fucking die. 

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“Where the hell is Barton? He better not be late again.” Even as one of the most consistently tardy people known to the human race, Tony is still annoyed because Clint hasn’t made it downstairs yet and Tony just wants to go to this gala and have a peaceful night. (Which wasn’t going to happen, but hey a man could dream.) Bucky offers to go get Clint’s ass in gear, extra emphasis on the ass. Well, at least in his mind. He’s been dressed and ready to go for hours, nerves coursing through him all night because he did something for Clint, it’s a really little thing but it’s another small step into him gaining the confidence to come out with their relationship. Baby steps, right?

He doesn’t even bother knocking on Clint’s door. Honestly, he doesn’t think  he’s done anything of the sort for the last 6 months of their 7 month relationship. Clint is standing next to his bed, looking fine as hell and a little more. He finishes buttoning his last button before he looks up, but promptly collapses back to the bed when he sees Bucky. “Good god, Buck. You try’na kill me?” Bucky looks at him innocently, like he doesn’t know he is wearing yet another pair of black pants that stretch across his ass like they were painted on. But then he sees the deep purple, almost black tie he is wearing, and Clint can feel his eyes morphing into hearts. To be completely fair, Bucky is looking at him the same way, but they are both lovesick puppies so, whatever. 

Clint makes to grumble about why he was late, moving to pull Bucky in for a kiss, grabbing at his wrists but stops with wide eyes. Which, it freaks Bucky out a little lot and he thinks he’s messed something up. But he hasn’t, not even in the slightest. Clint doesn’t form the words, can’t really, so he just kisses his boyfriend and runs his fingers over the bow and arrow cufflinks Bucky was surprising him with. It’s a little reminder that they are together, a subtle nod to them even though Bucky hasn’t found the courage to come out with it yet. He is getting there, though. 

Clint breaks away rather abruptly and Bucky gives him a sad puppy look. Since knowing Clint, it has gotten much better and nobody has been able to resist it. Especially not Clint. So he runs back to Bucky and presses a chaste kiss to his lips and. “Hold on just one second. Okay?” Bucky nods and watches with a find smile as Clint goes racing back into his closet. Clint comes out with a new tie on and it’s black and white plaid, his tie clip red with a simple black star on it. 

And yeah, they end up being pretty late, but they blame it on issues with his suit, even though the only issue with his suit was getting it back on in hurry. (And traffic because Tony’d gotten so annoyed he left them to take a cab by themselves.)

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It’s been a hell of a week, and Bucky is exhausted, even if he’s downed at least 3 pots of the extra caffeinated coffee Stark buys. And yet, despite his best efforts to wriggle out of it for a week, Tony has demanded mandatory attendance at this weeks movie night. Nobody knows why, but he’d threatened anyone who skipped out would be relegated to cooking and cleaning for the next week. So, yeah Bucky was here because nobody wanted to clean up after a team dinner night. It was like cleaning up after 3 Thanksgiving dinners.

But the movie hasn’t even officially started yet and he can feel his eyes drooping. Luckily for him, he is smashed between Clint and Steve, so if he falls asleep it wouldn’t look weird if he fell onto Clint’s shoulder. And he does, his head bows about 30 seconds in, once Tony hits play. Unluckily for Clint, his head lulls over to Steve’s shoulder. He tries to not be disappointed, schooling his face so he doesn’t show his hurt. He debates “accidentally” elbowing Bucky so he wakes up and Clint can shift so that Bucky is leaning more towards him and will fall onto his shoulder.

 Fortunately for Clint, Steve pushes Bucky’s head from his shoulder, shooting Clint a look, asking him if it’s okay to move Bucky to his shoulder because he is making Steve hot. Clint just nods and tries not to smile and rest his head against Bucky’s when he shifts a little and nuzzles his face into Clint’s shoulder. 

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Bucky doesn’t remember how he got to bed last night, he doesn’t remember anything but Steve pushing him down to the common area to the movie night, so he didn’t bail out. He is still incredibly tired, barely enough energy to open his eyes but when he does, he notices he is in fact not in his room, but Clint’s. He isn’t mad about it. What he is mad about, is the absence of his boyfriend in the bed. He rolls over with a huff, he just wants his early morning cuddles. Sappy, he knows. The issue is that its not early morning. It’s not even morning anymore. Bucky balks at the clock on his beside table, red numbers displaying a time of 12:07pm. Shit. 

There is no way he can get from Clint’s room to his own without being seen. Everybody is up and about at this time, and even with Friday’s help, he wouldn’t be able to avoid everyone. Well. he could maybe use Clint’s favorite tactic of evasion, using the vents could work but he’d have to crawl over Steve and Natasha’s rooms and he can’t crawl through there without a sound like Clint can. So, that’s not an option. 

Shit.

He heads to the bathroom to fix his bedhead hair, he could probably think of a plausible lie as to why he spent the night in Clint’s room. Nightmares, maybe? Yeah, he could say nightmares because it doesn’t invite a lot of questions and it’s a universal understanding that you don’t push for answers. He throws it up into that high bun he knows Clint likes, again letting the stray pieces fall forward. He heads back out and pulls on his discarded sweats from last night and snatched his shirt off the floor, pulling it over his head. He curses himself for not putting the shirt on first because now he has to redo his bun or it’s going to look like he’s got sex hair. And that’ll definitely invite a lot of unwanted questions. 

He heads for the door, chuckles a bit to himself when he sees a folded piece of paper stabbed to the wall with an arrow. “I’m making breakfast this morning, your favorite. ;) (also, sorry about your shirt.) -CB” Bucky makes a face at the last little bit. What the hell happened to his shirt? Also, wasn’t he wearing his shirt? A quick look proves he is fact not wearing his shirt and had picked up Clint’s (He is unashamed of his ownership of this shirt) purple target and paw prints t-shirt and Bucky’s shirt is in shreds in the trash can, but he can still still a few pieces on Lucky’s bed. Damn, good thing he loves that dog.  

It’s that turn of events that finally clicks it in Bucky’s head. He tosses the arrow on the bed, tucks the note into his pocket and thinks “Fuck it.”. He walks down to the kitchen with a pep in his step, a new confidence and a little bit of adrenaline at his decision. When he rounds the corner, he almost chickens out. He sees the whole team gathered around the island counter waiting patiently for Clint to flip the pancakes onto their plates. Nobody is actually standing next to him, it became a game to see if Clint could always make it to the plate. (He always did. No surprise there.) But that explained why Tony was running to the far side of the room with his plate. Get him in the right mood and he was like a kid, it was kind of sweet. 

Bucky takes another deep breath, and walks across the room with the same purpose he did walking to the kitchen. Tasha is the only one to spare a glance at him, murmuring a soft, “Oh, murder strut.” Bucky can clearly hear it and just rolls his eyes. He is on a mission and doesn’t care about anything else but Clint right now. Clint, is still flipping pancakes and pouring new batter into the pan, completely oblivious to the hulking man barreling at him. He only becomes aware when his coffee cup is taken out of his hand and placed in the counter, he drops his spatula to yell at whoever would dare take away his cup of coffee while he was making them breakfast but he never makes it that far. 

Bucky grabs his chin with a deceivingly soft and gentle grip, and pulls his gaze to look at him and before Clint has even a moment to process the chain of events Bucky’s lips are on his. Soft and warm and pouring every ounce of his feeling into it. He licks at Clint’s bottom lip, tugging at it when Clint digs his hands into his bun, messing with it and pulling on the short hairs at the back of his neck. Clint, himself, takes a moment to go into action, his brain a little frozen with the sudden lack of blood flow to it, everything quickly directing south. 

He pulls back after a minute, (a legitimate minute) kissing Bucky’s nose once and placing his hands on his hips before stepping back to gauge Bucky’s reaction. He knows this was a big moment for him, that he’d been building up to this for a long while. Clint just wants to make sure this was actually what he wanted, not they could really go back now. Bucky seemed to pick up on it and gave a slight nod and a blindly bright smile. Clint’s actually pretty sure it’s the biggest smile Bucky’s ever had. He preens at the fact he was the reason for it. It’s a tender moment between the two of them, and Clint can see that Bucky is also holding himself a little taller, a little bit of a weight lifted from his shoulders.

A moment like this, sweet and tender, never lasts long here. And it’s of course Tony, still one the opposite side of the room, who breaks it. “Fucking finally. I thought you’d never stop sneaking around.” Clint laughs at that, of course they knew. And Bucky, well, he blanches a little. “You guys knew?” Steve’s laughing now, he smacks Bucky upside the head but then brings it down to rest on his shoulder. “Well, you guys weren’t exactly subtle. I knew the minute you wore that purple shirt for the first time. You’ve never worn purple in your life, Buck.” 

Bucky chuckles a little bit now, his tension easing again and his eyebrows raising, “That’s fair.” He doesn’t even try to contain the whine when Clint steps away from him, his hands leaving Bucky’s hips. He runs over to a closet nearby, and comes back tossing things at everyone. 

“Have some earplugs everybody. I’m gonna go fuck my boyfriend now.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clint Barton/Tony Stark, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Characters: Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Background & Cameo Characters, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Additional Tags: Magic acts, Magic Tricks, comedian/magician Tony, Deaf Clint Barton, clint is smitten, this is how adults meet people, Right?, disclaimer if any of this seems familiar, its because its based off a variety show I actually saw, yeah hi I was there too, variety shows, Cruise, not the overnight facy kind Summary:

The cruise hadn't been bad, per say, but Clint was bored. He was starting to resent Natasha for buying him a ticket to this thing and then insisting he use it. She could have at least gone with him.

[barnesnmrnoble]

Reason #1 -- Coffee

Main Masterlist - Clint Barton Masterlist - Reasons To Love – Clint Barton Masterlist

Reason #1 – Coffee. – If Clint Barton could only have one word describe him, he thinks it’d be coffee.

Word Count: 506

Pairing:Clint Barton x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: copious amounts of coffee, fluff

A/n: I hope you all enjoy! If you do, leave a like and a reblog or comment! I’d love to hear what you think and honestly I need the validation. (Mistakes are mine!)

Read on AO3!

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Clint Barton and Coffee.

The words are synonymous, so similar they could practically be the same word. It’s a pairing the world can’t function without, like a starving man to food. You’d be certifiably insane to ever try to part the two.

So you don’t, because you really don’t want to deal with the world when it stops turning. 

Clint is much like a zombie in the mornings, reduced to growls and grunts until the first sip of the dark liquid. Or as he has taken to calling it his “life juice.” 

On weekdays, he is up before the sun and needs at least three cups before the grunts and growls evolve into semi coherent thoughts and sentences. And needs at least one more cup after training, and one during the briefings because nobody can get through a 3 hour meeting of Tony and Steve going on and on, without at least a cup of coffee. It’s practically suicidal.Everybody knows not to interact with him until he is at least halfway through that third cup. Because nobody wants to know what’ll happen should they do.

On weekends, he sleeps in a little later. A little. His mind restless and never ceasing in its activity, has him up and reluctantly pulling away the warm covers of the bed just after the sun rises. But with the promise of that sweet life juice he desperately craves, it’s a little easier to plant his feet on the cold floor. It’s those days he really only needs two cups. Only because instead of that third cup, he always manages to find his way back into bed, waking you when he puts his ice cold feet against your legs and chuckles from deep in his chest when your grumble about him waking you up and not even having the decency to bring you your own cup. 

Though unlike him, you can function without it, you just prefer not to. 

At one point, he’d tried to put a coffee machine on his bedside table. It eliminated the middle man of ever having to get out of bed and he thought it had been a Tony Stark level idea. You had not and quickly shut down the idea. You knew if he had he’d probably never get out of bed and as appealing as it was to stay in bed with him all day, curled into him, it wasn’t feasible. 

You had settled for at least one in the front room of the shared suite, then he wouldn’t have to make the trek and risk being interrupted before that third cup. It had been much more efficient and resulted in a lot less griping from Clint. 

Though it had opened up the door for him to come back to bed with the entire pot and drink from that because, why dirty a cup when he doesn’t need it? It opened a whole new can of worms but hey, at least you got to spend more time with the archer in the mornings.