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Steve and Clint being gay
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Why do his Daddies seem to be distant when Steve needs them the most? 🥺💔
Just read the whole thing and realized it's supposed to be an ask. Steve/Clint with blurting out love confessions and inconvenient and/or awkward times?
The middle of a guy’s divorce is probably the WORST possible time for a love confession, but to be fair Steve has never had great timing. Clint would really not have expected any different, if he’d been less totally blindsided by the whole thing.
“Broken” (Chapter Twelve)
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“You boys decent?” Clint knocked on their door once before just opening it and sticking his head in. “Hey. You guys are wearing clothes right?”
“Clint. I swear to god. If you don't let me sleep--” Steve flipped his wings up, hiding his own face and half of Bucky from view. “We didn't get home until three am.”
“I can't help that you and Widow decided to go frolic in Russia, but--”
“It was a mission, Clint. Must be nice to not be necessary on every single mission but I--”
“Both of you shut up.” Bucky groaned and rolled out of Steve's bed, and stepped to the other one, collapsing face down in the pillows.
“What's with big and cranky?” Clint frowned and wadded up a piece of paper from the desk, throwing it at him. “Not only is it one in the afternoon but I’m just messing with--”
“Shut up!” Bucky snapped, and this time his wings flared, leaving nick marks on the wall, slices in the bed covers.
Clint and Steve exchanged a concerned look. “Hey baby.” Clint sat down on Bucky's bed, running a gentle hand up the big Omega’s back. “Hey, we are just messing around. But you are feeling warm. Are you alright?”
“Feel weird today.” Bucky grumbled, and Clint raised an eyebrow.
“Well.” he shot a glance at Steve. “I know a sure fire way to keep your mind off it. What say we sneak up to Tony’s shower and you know--” he wiggled his eyebrows. “-spend some time getting clean.”
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“We should have turned right,” Steve said.
He glanced behind them, looking worriedly at the way the path dipped deeper than Steve had imagined. If he looked in front of him, the trail kept going higher and higher, to the point where Steve couldn’t exactly make out the end of it. The line just stopped somewhere, showing more trees and some pieces of sky between leaves. It almost felt like hiking, at this point.
The canopy wasn’t all that dark, everything around them was a deep green, the light playing shades on the trees’ trunk, puddles of sunlight like pieces of gold thrown carelessly on the ground. It was admittedly beautiful, Steve thought. Not enough to be worth the pain they were going through, though.
They had been walking for hours since their departure, muscles burning from the stretch. They were used to be pushed toward their limits and beyond but they had taken this trip to have some well needed, well deserved rest. This was definitely not rest.
In front of them, Clint shrugged helplessly. He was the one leading them to what he’d called ‘the perfect spot to set up camp’ but the more they walked, the more Steve thought they were lost. It wouldn’t be a problem if they weren’t currently in the Old Forest, the place where a lot of strange things were known to happen. The kind of things that became stories told late at night, fire camp burning high and fending off the creeping darkness. They scared adults and kids alike, huddled together and hung up on the tale teller's lips.
“No,” Clint said, “it’s the right way. I never said it would be easy to get there.”
“You did say it would be,” argued Bucky with a huff. “‘Like a stroll in the park, man,’” Bucky mimicked, “‘even your old carcass would do, man’. You got us lost, admit it,” he added, a bite to his words.
Steve scowled and elbowed Bucky in the ribs, mouthing him to be nicer. Bucky rolled his eyes at him and elbowed him back. If he was being honest, Steve wasn’t feeling any better, though. His forehead was covered in sweat and adjusted his backpack for at least the third time. They were all tired and Clint had obviously gotten them lost, but refused to admit it, which wouldn’t be surprising knowing him.
Walking firmly a few feet ahead of them, Clint turned and strolled backward, a smirk dancing on his lips. “What, you already tired, big baby?”
Bucky held back a snort, keeping his frowny face on and glaring at his boyfriend for good measure. “Not enough to keep me from kicking your ass, asshole.”
“Aw, now that’s i-”
Clint’s answer ended on a loud scream as he flailed wildly, trying to get hold of something, his body falling backward when his feet failed to find support in his next step. He disappeared before his hands could grab on something, his fingers barely managing to brush against the trees’ leaves.
Steve and Bucky screamed.
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Pumpkin farm date
Steve x Bucky x Clint drabble...
"Why are you breakin' my heart?" Steve whimpers, tears in his ocean blue eyes.
Bucky shakes his head, running fingers through his hair impatiently. "Don't cry, doll. Please don't cry."
Steve swipes at his runny nose hastily, "No! Tell me what I did! Tell me what I did wrong!"
"Steve-"
"I did everything I could to get you back!" Steve wails, "I just got you back-"
"Darlin'-"
The blonde grabs a hold of Bucky's metal wrist and squeezes. "Just tell me what to do, Bucky. Tell me and I'll do it, please- please don't leave me, please-"
Bucky exhales heavily, his eyes stinging. "St- baby, you don't understand. I have to go-"
"Then take me with you," Steve interrupts, eyes wide and so full of hope, it breaks Bucky's own heart.
"Only one of us can go back, sweetheart," he explains gently, as if Steve didn't understand.
"You don't! You don't have to go, Bucky, please!"
Bucky makes a disapproving sound again. It's sickening to Steve's ears.
Steve hears himself crying- bawling, really- and it doesn't even sound like him. He's never heard himself so distraught and broken before. It's like the wailing cry of a dying animal. His throat burns from sobbing, his eyes are sore and blurry. Snot and tears run down his face.
Can Bucky not see just how sad he's making him?
Did Bucky even know that Steve's heart felt like it was beating out of his chest? Like it'd jump out at any second and leave him cold and dead in the wake of Bucky's absence?
"Stevie..."
"Jamie please, please please please please..."
"Please-!"
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"Steve? Sweetheart, wake up, you're having a nightmare."
Steve's eyes pop open and he's suddenly back in Avengers Tower. His eyes are wet, tear tracks drying down his cheeks. His chest is heaving as if he'd just run a marathon. And his body feels paralyzed in abject fear.
A gentle hand strokes his face and caresses his jaw, petting him softly.
"It's okay," Bucky whispers, "only a dream, darlin."
Steve, still traumatized from his nightmare pushes Bucky away with a petulant growl. He curls up against the headboard, arms wrapped around his bent knees.
Clint, who's sleeping on the other side of Steve, startles awake from the sudden movement, eyes on high alert.
"Whas'at?"
Bucky stops for a few, totally confused at Steve pushing him away. He turns and flicks on the bedside lamp, setting the room in an incandescent glow. Clint winces and turns to put on his hearing aids.
"Steve?"
The blonde is still curled up in a tight ball, trembling from some imaginary cold. Bucky can hear the stifled hiccups and sniffles, a soft whining in the back of his throat. He crawls closer but doesn't touch Steve for fear he'd push away from him again.
"Baby boy, talk to me. What's gotten you so upset?"
Steve shakes his head stubbornly. Then he mutters, "You left me..."
Bucky frowns and shares a confused look with Clint who still looks delirious from being woken up so abruptly. "I'm- I'm right here sweetheart."
"Yeah baby," the archer grunts, voice rough from sleep, "Bucky ain't going nowhere."
Steve shakes his head harder and finally looks at them with a teary glare. His blue eyes are steely and electric as he points an accusatory finger at Bucky.
"Daddy left... said he didn't wanna stay... went back to-" a sob escapes from Steve's mouth and he buries his face in his palms again, whining like a kicked puppy.
"Went back to what baby?"
"Brooklyn... when I was smaller..." Steve mumbles through loud sniffles.
Clint cuts Bucky with a disappointed look as if Bucky could control what Steve dreamed about. Then he leans against the headboard with Steve and wraps the blonde in his arms. Bucky tries not to feel the sting of rejection when Steve willingly accepts Clint's touch.
"Oh come here, sweetpea," he murmurs, giving Steve's temple a smacking kiss that makes him squeak in slight amusement.
Bucky can't help but feel a little bitter at the dream version of himself in Steve's head. Why'd he have to go and ruin things, dammit?
"You know Bucky loves you, right?" Clint asks their boy.
Steve goes suspiciously quiet before nodding twice, face still buried in Clint's bare chest.
"And you know he'd never leave you, right?"
"But-" Steve starts, the feisty little fucker, but Clint gently admonishes his outburst.
"Ah ah, Daddy's talkin'."
Steve bites his lip, eyes big and cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
Clint continues, "It was a nightmare, darlin. Scary? Sure. But real? Nah, Bucky's right here with you and me. Look at em."
Steve slowly pulls himself off of Clint's chest to look at Bucky, who's still looking a bit wary but more concerned than anything. He offers Steve a soft, encouraging smile and stretches out his metal hand on the bed. Steve's immediately drawn to the movement, blinking at the metal appendages thoughtfully. Then his brows furrow and his lips quiver- a telltale sign that he's about to burst into tears again.
Bucky almost pulls away but in an instant, he's got a lap full of a sobbing super soldier whose arms and legs wrap tightly around his body like a clingy spider.
"Thought you wanted to leave me for- ...for when I was tiny," he sniffs sadly.
Bucky absolutely melts and squeezes Steve tighter. "Oh baby doll, you're the same punk I loved all those years ago. Wouldn't make sense going back to the past when I've got you right here."
Steve mumbles something in response but it's all garbled and doesn't make sense. Clint chuckles and fondly pets Steve's downy blonde hair.
"Never gonna happen, sweetness. You're stuck with your Daddies forever."
Steve mutters out a quick, "'kay," and nods his head a couple times as if trying to reassure himself. Then he pouts and says, "Love you," in a small voice, pecking Bucky's lips shyly.
"Aw, you're so sweet, baby doll," Bucky praises, which makes Steve blush like crazy. He ducks his head and grumbles into Bucky's chest, sniffing.
Clint grins, then rolls his eyes. "Alright baby boy, let's get you tucked in to bed."
Bucky arranges Steve off his lap and back in his former sleeping space between himself and Clint. The blonde, clad only in soft lacy underwear and fuzzy blue socks snuggles back into Clint's waiting arms, while Bucky presses their chests together. He wraps his arms around Bucky's middle, while Bucky gently guides Steve's head to rest on his ample bicep. Steve's nose brushes the man's stubble, inhaling his woodsy scent and sighing in absolute comfort of being sandwiched by his Daddies.
"Good night baby," Bucky whispers into his hair, while Clint slips a warm hand past the delicate waistband of Steve's lacy underwear. He carefully avoids Steve's little prick and just rubs his belly in slow, comforting motions.
Steve doesn't have any more nightmares that night.