Winterhawk. 10. HS au popular/nerd or 33. Celebrity/fan 💜💐
“What do you mean, you’re not going?” Natasha asks, lifting an eyebrow. “Clint, you’ve been obsessed with Bucky Barnes since his first movie, where he played that cowboy? I don’t know how many times you called it your gay awakening.”
“What’s the point, Tash? It’s not like I can really afford these tickets, even with all the double shifts I’ve been taking at the coffee shop lately.” Clint sighs. “I’ve been to every one of his premieres for the last ten years, I can miss this one. It’s not like he’ll notice. Plus, I’ve got the night shift today, and I don’t want to have to rush over after the premiere.”
Nat shakes her head. “Well, I’m going. I think his costar is hot, and I heard she might be doing a Q&A after the movie.” She grabs her clutch and twirls for Clint. “How do I look, one last time?”
“As always, you look stunning, Tash,” Clint says. “Have fun! Tell Bucky Barnes I want to take him on a date!”
Natasha scoffs and leaves the apartment, leaving Clint to get ready for his shift. With a sigh, Clint buries his face in a pillow. “This sucks.”
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It’s three in the morning, and Clint is enjoying the silence of the shop while sipping at a steaming mocha. He sighs happily, the sound seeming awfully loud in the quiet shop. It’s probably better he didn’t go to the premiere. He would’ve gotten over stimulated really quickly, and it just would have ruined his night. And really, what are the chances Bucky Barnes would even notice him? Maybe in a million—
He’s snapped out of his musing by the sound of the bell above the door. “Welcome to Nothin’ But Beans, what can I get—holy shit.”
Bucky Barnes stands in front of him, pulling off a pair of sunglasses. “Hi,” he says softly. “A little birdie told me you wanted to ask me out.”
35- kissing their bruises and scars, winterhawk, insecure Clint
"It's freezing outside!" Clint complains, kicking off his boots and shucking off his coat. A layer of snow falls to the ground with it, starting to melt almost immediately in the heat from the fire.
"Well, if you wore a hat, maybe your ears wouldn't look like they're about to fall off," grumps Bucky. "Come sit by the fire, love."
"Fine, but only because I want to," Clint says, climbing over the couch and flopping onto Bucky's chest. "Not because you told me to."
They sit in silence for a bit, just listening to the crackle and roar of the fire and snuggling until Clint falls into a light doze, half-asleep in the warmth of his love and the fire.
Bucky reaches up a finger and, feather-light, traces the shell of Clint's ear. It's mangled and scarred from when he lost his hearing, and Clint's eyes shoot open immediately upon them being touched. He jerks a little, but Bucky holds him still. "Easy," he murmurs. "I'm not going to hurt you, Clint, you know that."
"I know," Clint mutters. "Just... be gentle."
"Always," Bucky promises, and he keeps that promise by laying a gentle kiss on the curve of Clint's ear. "Beautiful."
Clint blushes and settles back into his arms. Fuck, but he loves this man.
@winterhawkbingo - Holiday Challenge - cuddling by the fire
tattoo parlour / mistaken identity, poly ship of your choice
Clint sits on the table, back far enough that he can swing his legs above the floor. This isn’t his first tattoo, by any means, but it’s the first one on his thigh and it’s with a new artist. He saw Bucky out there earlier, dealing with a kid who wanted some pokemon on his back, but only had time to say hi before he was bustled into this private room by an intimidating redhead who smacked Bucky’s ass on their way by.
“Take your pants off,” she says, snapping her latex gloves.
Clint almost makes a joke about how she should at least buy him dinner first, but he holds back. He doesn’t want to be that guy, after all. He shucks off his pants and lays them neatly on a chair, sitting down and stretching out his leg for her. “I shaved right before I came here,” he says when he sees her pulling out the razor.
She runs a finger up his thigh and nods, putting the razor away. “Would you prefer I speak or keep silent?” she asks him.
“I’ll be turning off my hearing aids,” Clint says. “The needle freaks me out, and if I can’t hear it, it’s better. Just grab my shoulder if you need to get my attention.”
She nods, and he turns off his aids, leaning back in the chair. He feels the stencil get applied and the tattoo start, and lets himself fall into a meditative state, closing his eyes and letting his mind drift. After a while, he feels a squeeze on his shoulder.
He opens his eyes and turns his aids back on, stretching out his shoulders. His thigh is burning faintly but he gets distracted as the artist speaks. “You sit very well,” she says, a hint of admiration in her voice. “We are done for today.”
Clint nods and looks down to see the tattoo, and his mind goes blank. “Uh,” he says, eyes wide. The tattoo is an intricate design of a spiderweb, pristine and fresh-made, until it reaches his inner thigh, where the delicate web begins to fall apart, becoming tattered and wispy.
“Do you not like it?” She asks, lifting an eyebrow.
“No, it’s gorgeous,” he assures her. “It’s just… I was supposed to get a tattoo of a quiver?”
She blinks at him. “No. You are Frank, right? Frank wanted a spiderweb.”
“Good for Frank,” Clint says, “But I’m Clint.”
Her face goes white and she shouts something in Russian out the door. After a moment, Bucky comes in. He sees Clint and his new tattoo, and he and the redhead have a rapidfire argument in Russian. “Clint,” Bucky says. “Nat’s real sorry she messed up, it’s on the house. And so is your next tattoo, if you choose to come back here. It’s my fault, really, I mixed up the numbers two and three in Russian.”
“I take it Frank is in room two,” Clint says dryly. He’s honestly not mad, not even a little. The tattoo is a gorgeous piece of work. “I appreciate the price, Buck. But I’ve got a better idea.”
“And that would be?” Nat says, lifting an eyebrow.
“Go on a date with me?” Clint asks sheepishly, suddenly uncomfortably aware he’s pantsless in front of these two. “I’ve had a crush on Bucky for forever, and something tells me you two come as a package deal.”
Bucky and Nat exchange a glance, and then Nat sidles up to Clint, smirking. “Do you sit as well as you do for tattoos doing other things?” She purrs.
if you're still accepting prompts, maybe some domestic soft winterhawk? no au's or anything, just them being soft and in love
nonny, this is exactly what i needed today. thank you.
Clint's gone a little numb from the weight of Bucky laying on him, but he wouldn't move for the world. Bucky's asleep on him, and when Bucky's asleep, all the stress and hardship that he's been through just fades off of his face and he looks so young and peaceful.
Ever so slowly, Clint shifts, reaching to grab the soft blanket that Bucky likes so much and laying it over him. He smooths some hair back from Bucky's forehead gently, taking care not to wake him, and tugs the blanket up a little higher.
Carefully, he signs with one hand, JARVIS, lights, please.
The AI doesn't respond, but the tv screen turns off and the lights dim, dropping to a comfortable sleep brightness. Clint signs a quick thank you and goes back to watching Bucky sleep.
It's not in a creepy way, honest, Clint just likes the way Bucky looks when he's asleep. He likes the way Bucky looks all the time, really, but there's something so soft and fragile about Bucky when he's asleep. They've only been dating for a couple months, and have only recently started spending the night together—they both get pretty bad nightmares, but they're not so bad when they're together.
Clint knows it's fast, and he knows it's probably ill-advised, but he can feel those three little words bubbling up inside him, sticking behind his teeth every time he tries to say them.
Bucky snuffles a little in his sleep, turning his face into Clint's hand and pressing further into him, and Clint just about shakes him awake to tell him right then. He doesn't, because Bucky deserves all the sleep he can get and then some, but it's pretty close.
Bucky deserves everything that Clint can give him and more—and at that thought, Clint feels those three little words unstick from behind his teeth. "I love you, Bucky Barnes," he murmurs, voice barely even a whisper. "I love you."
He has to contort himself a little, but he manages to bend over and kiss Bucky on the forehead gently, just barely brushing Bucky's skin with his lips. Bucky shifts, pulling Clint's hand closer and smiling softly, still fast asleep even as he confirms that Clint doesn't need to be worried. He never needed to be worried.
Soulmate AU ironhawks for the ask meme pretty please!!!
“He’s self-centered, egotistical, entitled, and he’s a complete narcissist,” Natasha says, sitting down on Clint’s couch. He wouldn’t dare call it a flop, but…
“This guy really got under your skin,” Clint says, passing the ice cream. “Even I can’t do that anymore.”
Natasha sighs. “I know this job is important, but god is he ever annoying. I took his bodyguard down in the ring today, scared the shit out of them both.”
“Good for you,” Clint says, digging for the last bit of ice cream in his container. “I’ll be honest, I kinda wanna meet him, Nat. Since he got back from whatever happened to him in Afghanistan, he’s been making really big strides in green energy. Totally turned away from weapons.”
“He’s still a stuck up spoiled little rich boy,” Natasha scoffs. “Why don’t you bring me lunch tomorrow? You can interrupt my lunchtime meeting with him, and he’s so goddamn nosy he’ll have to come meet you.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Clint says cheerfully, clinking his spoon against hers. “Now pass the mint chip.”
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Clint’s been waiting for about ten minutes, hands in his back pockets as he leans against the wall. By technical standards, he’s loitering. But he looks damn good while doing so, which means it’ll take an act of god to make him stop.
“Here he is, Mr. Stark,” Nat’s voice says from across the room. She steps out of the elevator and walks towards Clint, heels clacking on the marble floor.
“Well, hey there handsome,” Stark says, looking Clint up and down as they reach him. “Whaddaya say about letting me sit in on whatever workout got you those arms sometime, hmm?”
Clint smirks. “Only if you let me watch you do whatever workout got you that ass, hot stuff.”
Stark laughs, a surprised bark of a sound, and holds out his hand. “You know who I am.”
“Then I guess you have me at a disadvantage,” Clint purrs, reaching out to take his hand. “Just the way I like—“
He freezes, cutting himself off with a sharp inhale as warmth suffuses his entire body the second his hand touches Stark’s. He looks up to meet Stark’s eyes and sees the same shock he’s feeling reflected back at him.
“Well, that makes me real glad I came down here today,” Stark says. “Real glad indeed.”
Flirting Under Fire / Interrupted Declaration of Love
<3
“Watch where you’re shooting that thing, Barton!” Bucky shouts, barely managing to dodge out of the way before an arrow slams into the giant warrior frog to his left.
“That’s not what you said last night,” Clint shouts back, laughing.
Bucky snorts and shakes his head. “You’re an idiot, Barton.” He reloads his gun and fires a couple more times, ducking behind a building.
“But you love me, right?” Clint asks, and Bucky can hear the pout in his tone.
“Yeah, I—“ Bucky’s cut off by a horrifying screech as a frog warrior snake thing leaps for the building Clint is standing on. Before Bucky can do anything, it swallows Clint whole. “NO!” Bucky screams, and he races for the building.
The frog snake thing leaps away, clearing buildings in one leap, but Bucky doesn’t stop running. He ignores the shouts in his ear from the others on the team, completely focused on rescuing Clint. After a few minutes, he manages to catch up with it along an empty street. “You spit my husband out!” He snarls, emptying everything he has into the thing.
It doesn’t seem to have an effect, and Bucky is this close to just throwing himself at it before the thing’s eyes go wide. Bucky’s serum enhanced hearing manages to pick up a faint beeping and he leaps out of the way, barely finding cover before the frog snake thing explodes into a hail of guts.
Bucky pokes his head around the wall, half-dreading what he’ll find, and then—
“I believe you were in the middle of telling me you loved me,” Clint says, covered in green slime head to toe and clutching at his ribs. Bucky storms up to him and, uncaring of the grossness he’s covered in, kisses him until they’re both breathless.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again,” he says, holding Clint close.
“I won’t,” Clint says, his grip on Bucky just as tight.
“That’s sweet and all,” Stark says as he lands. “But did you say husband?”
How about Bodyguard AU and Mutual Pining with Ironhawk? :)
“I don’t need a bodyguard,” Tony says for the millionth time.
“Yes you fuckin’ do,” Clint says, also for the millionth time. He crosses his arms and glares at Tony. “People want to kill you, and Pepper needs that not to happen. I happen to agree with her.”
“Well, then I need a different bodyguard!” Tony says, pouting. “Why can’t I have Happy back?”
“You asked for a new bodyguard when Happy tackled you and broke your old couch,” Clint says. Hearing that Tony wants a new bodyguard hurts a little, if he’s honest. He thought they were getting along pretty well. Maybe Tony realized that Clint has a massive, could-be-seen-from-space crush on him?
“I liked that couch,” Tony says, pouting harder. “Do I have my new one yet?”
“It arrived yesterday,” Clint says patiently, well used to how Tony seemingly switches tracks out of nowhere. “You said it was squishy enough and that you liked it.”
Tony shrugs. “Sure. I trust you. But I still want a new bodyguard.”
“Could you at least tell me why?” Clint asks. “If there’s somethin’ I’ve done, Tones, just tell me.”
Tony shakes his head, his lips a thin line on his face. “It’s just…” He trails off, then waves a hand at Clint. “All of you. Your whole cornfed, aw shucks, good guy thing.”
“You don’t like that I’m a good guy?” Clint asks. “I don’t understand.”
Tony sighs. “It’s unethical to want to fuck your bodyguard. It’s even worse when you want to keep him around afterwards for snuggles.”
Clint blinks. “I quit,” he says suddenly. “I quit so hard.”
Now it’s Tony’s turn to blink. “You… what?”
“I have a crush on you that could be seen from space,” Clint says. “If it’s unethical to want to fuck your bodyguard, then it’s definitely unethical to want to fuck your boss.”
A slow smile spreads across Tony’s face as he wraps a hand in Clint’s tie. “I accept your resignation,” he murmurs, pulling Clint down into a kiss.
“It was really good of Tony to organize this,” Bucky says, leaning against the wall beside Clint.
“Yeah,” Clint agrees, pushing his bunny ears up on his head. “The kids at the hospital don’t get to get out much, but hopefully we can make this a ton of fun for them. And their costumes are amazing too!”
“Did you see the one with a tiny bow and arrow?” Bucky asks, smirking. “You’ve got a couple fans in here, Hawkeye.”
“So do you, Winter Soldier,” Clint teases, gesturing at the two kids all dressed up like the Winter Soldier. “And I even saw another Bucky somewhere.”
Bucky flushes a bit, nudging Clint’s shoulder. “Don’t you have an announcement to make?”
“Damn. Alright!” Clint claps his hands loudly, drawing all attention to him. “We’re going to split you into groups now, so make sure you go to your Avenger!” The kids all erupt into cheers, parts of costumes flying into the air haphazardly.
All the kids in the room stare at him as he starts pairing them off—most of them go to Steve and Tony, which is honestly hilarious to watch. Neither of those two have any idea how to act around children, especially children that idolize them.
Nat gets a good amount as well, including one adorable little girl in a wheelchair who’s dressed up as Captain America on a motorcycle. The kids that Clint puts with Bruce all requested him specifically, and when Bruce hulks out after a little prodding, all the kids are delighted.
Even though he doesn’t really understand this holiday, Thor gets absolutely mobbed with small children who are dressed like him or Loki, and in one case, a butterfly. “These are all amazing disguises,” he booms, lifting five children into the air with one arm. “My brother would most appreciate this holiday filled with trickery and mischief!”
The remaining few children are split pretty evenly between Sam, Bucky, and Clint himself. Clint crouches down in front of his small group and grins widely at them, signing along as he speaks. “Our mission tonight is to get the most candy out of any of the groups,” he says seriously. “Do you think you can handle being Avengers for a night?”
Kai, one of the kids dressed up as Hawkeye, grins toothily and signs a big ‘yes’. A pudgy little hand slips into Clint’s and he grins as the rest of the kids all shout in excitement.
“Here we go!” Clint says, leading his group out the door. They’ve got all the Stark Industries employees who wanted to be here being paid overtime to hand out candy to the kids, to give them the truest Halloween experience SI can manage, which is pretty damn nice.
The night is a whirlwind of corralling kids and checking candy for allergies and making sure every kid is smiling, but by the end of it, every kid’s bag is full. Clint feels a little tug on his hand, and he looks down to see Kai beaming up at him. Thank you, they sign, throwing their little arms around Clint’s leg for a big hug before running off to greet their parents and show off their candy.
After the kids are all gone, Tony calls for the team’s attention. “Jarvis? Final stats, please!”
“Very well, sir,” Jarvis says. “In first place, with 332 pieces of candy, Team Spider.”
A chorus of cheers goes up—minus Tony, who boos—as Nat stands and bows, graciously accepting the bottle of primo Russian vodka that was the first prize.
“In second place, with a total of 314 pieces of candy, Team Patriotism.”
Steve blushes as he stands up and bows. “Next year, Tony doesn’t get to pick the team names.”
“In third place, we have Team Thunder with 292 pieces of candy. In fourth, Teams Smash and Squawk are tied with 282 pieces of candy. And with a three-way tie for fifth place, Teams Robocop, Birdbrain, and The Best Team Ever, with 275 pieces of candy.”
“How did I come in last place?” Tony cries indignantly.
“Perhaps because you kept eating the candy, sir,” Jarvis says dryly. “There’s always next year.”
Tony grumbles and sits back down, pouting as he snuggles into Steve’s side.
“Sorry you lost,” Bucky says, turning to Clint with a grin.
Clint shrugs, and holds up a big bag of candy. “All good, I went back and snuck another few pieces after we left each door. Told Jarvis not to count them because they were for me.”
“You gonna share those with anyone in particular?” Bucky asks, eyeing the bag hungrily.
“Depends on if you can meet my price,” Clint says slyly. “Each candy costs a kiss.”
Bucky grins at him, leaning in and kissing him. “I think I can handle that,” he murmurs, coming away with a piece of candy in his hands.
Clint grins at him. Man, Halloween is the best.
for @winterhawkbingo - Square B2: Halloween Costumes & Halloween Prompt: Whoever gets the most candy wins.
