#hawkwinter

[ironstrangle]

I saw you were looking for some prompts to write, so what about a lil snippet of Bucky and Clint as an AU where they work for opposite organisations as assassins and they're sent to kill each other? You can take it wherever you want to! <3

I’ve had this on my list for a while. Just a short, sweet thing.

The arrow whizzed past Bucky’s head. He ducked just in time and turned to see that it had impaled the wooden beam behind him. Wood splinters scattered across the floor and he got an eye on the shooter.

“Seriously, I thought you were the best shot in the world.”

The man emerged from the shadows, a smirk on his face. Clint Barton was a royal pain in his ass, but somehow Bucky had grown fond of him. Clint cocked his head to the side and looked Bucky up and down.

“If I wanted to kill you, Barnes, you’d be dead.”

“Isn’t that sort of your job?”

“Last I heard, you’re supposed to kill me too. Looks like we’re both doing a crap job.”

 It had been sinister, how their agencies had pitted them against each other. Bucky had a feeling it was because he and Clint were both trouble, loose cannons who didn’t exactly follow the rules. HYDRA and SHIELD felt as though it was a win-win opportunity.“It’s almost like you don’t want to kill me,” Bucky teased. 

“Are you growing fond of me?”

“I have to acknowledge you're fun.”

Clint took that moment and Bucky’s deep thoughts to pin him against the wall. The other man rushed him, putting both hands on his chest as he pushed him into the wall. 

The moment before their kiss stretched out, long and like they weren’t in a hurry. Bucky knew for a fact that this was anything but the truth. He and Clint were both in a hurry, and sitting still was never an option in their line of work. Clint stared at his lips though, and neither of them moved a muscle.

Fed up and knowing they couldn’t wait anymore, Bucky closed the gap between them. Clint let out a sigh and their kiss grew in depth and passion. It was a fight for dominance, an assertion that they were still themselves.

Neither of them wanted this to end. Neither of them wanted it to stop.

“Until next time,” Clint said.

It only took a moment and he was gone.

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hi! this is pretty general, but got any winterhawk headcanons?

Oh, boy do I ever!

Clint treating Bucky like he does everyone else. Sometimes it back firing quite spectacularly on him. But Bucky still appreciates it. Even if Clint did give him a panic attack when he fell out of the vent above his bed room at some ungodly hour.

Both of them basically dating for a crazy long time while insisting they’re ‘just friends’ who occasionally sleep together, hold hands and cuddle.

Natasha and Sam basically staging an intervention for the two to finally figure out their feelings.

Both Clint and Bucky showing their love for each other through actions more than words. Most of the time grossing Sam and Kate out by it.

Steve and Natasha both being so so happy for the pair.

Bucky constantly saving Clint’s ass.

Those joke pillows that say ‘We had sex here.’ Are no joke in their apartment.

One of them pulling something during extremely creative sex and almost humanly impossible positions.

Bucky does all the cooking

Clint is a total pro at untangling Buckys arm from his hair and Luckys Fur.

Lucky and alpine being the most spoiled animals on the planet.

Bucky is always at Clint’s side in medical to tell him how much of an idiot he was/is. (Though he really means to say how scared he was for the other man.)

All the sex jokes.

When they get their act together being almost unstoppable.

“Clint, would it kill you to use a glass.”

“Why are their knives in the sugar Bucky?”

An insane amount of PDA.

Their apparmemt being the most disorganized organized place on the planet. (And probably has more weapons than a SHIELD armory.)

Lots of random competitions and bets with one and other.

Neither of them sleeping with out the other.

Bucky being a total blanket hog

Clint is like a human octopus in his sleep.

Lucky and alpine take up the majority of the the bed.

Almost daily coffee runs

Stupid nicknames like Tin man and feathers

Really intense snowball fights

Prank wars where no one is safe. (Especially when they’ve teamed up.)

Natasha threatening to do unspeakable things to them if they don’t lock the door when they have sex.

The building they live in being the safest in NY next to the tower.

Their block also having the lowest crime rate in the city.

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Hi! It's me again! Do you want to do 'undercover' Winterhawk? Or just whatever you want is fine !!

Clint folded his arms across his chest as he went to lean against the door frame. Stumbling slightly as he was slightly further away than he had originally thought. Once comfortably slumped he spoke. "So," he started pausing for unnecessary dramatic effect. Keen eyes studying the man on the other side of the room. "I sleep on the right side of the bed, and will leach on to you in my sleep. There's no way around that one. I hate having my ears and feet touched. I'm useless before my first pot of coffee." He stated plainly eyes flicking over Bucky's face slightly covered by his hair, and then over his shoulders and down his broad chest. "Anything you want to declare before we get hitched chatty?" Clint asked and walked a little further into the soldier's room. There was a pregnant pause not that Clint was surprised by that. Bucky was selectively mute, he would be too if the rolls were reversed. "I have nightmares, and hate having heavy blankets over me when I Sleep." Bucky finally spoke and Clint gave a receptive nod. "Don't touch my temples." Bucky said firmly this time making eye contact with Clint. Clint knew that must be a big deal for him after what HYDRA did...how they did it. “Got it boss.” Clint said nodding while grinning dopily at the other.

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As far as SHIELD missions went this one was pretty soft. Pretend to be married go to a fancy tropical resort crack the heads of human traffickers go home with a tan. Easy. That was until they found their room had been bugged. Which under normal circumstances wouldn’t have been a big deal. They’re pull the bug examine it send it to the tech wizards get a lead and kick some ass. But niether Clint it Bucky’s cover left room for them to have the know how to do a big sweep. SO this meant they had to be in character the whole time. To Clint it wasn’t a big deal he was no stranger to sleeping with people (in a variety of ways.) To Bucky it was a big stresser. So they got creative, and Clint broke his arm. Bucky finished the mission while Clint poured and watched Bucky's six tying not to do something stupid.

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Once home of course they needed to explain why Bucky kicked like ten goons ass and how Clint broke his arm when they were supposed to be ‘sleeping.’ Telling just Fury would have been fine. But explain it in front of Natasha and Steve? Well Clint knew three things for certain. He was too embarrassed to look at Steve, he was blushing deeper than when Barney walked in on him, and Natasha would never let him live it down if he told the truth. Clint has started to stumble through an explication when that wasn’t all true when Bucky blurted our the truth like it was no biggie and any one could break their arm while rolling in bed with porn playing louder than nessicary in the background to fake intercourse until they fell out of bed and Bucky landed on Clint’s arm. Clint knew his flush had spread to the top of his head and down his neck to his shoulders. The next words said shocked Clint beyond what he thought was possible. Bucky has slung an arm around him and declared that Clint was his emotional support dumbass and vital to his sanity before quite literally dragging him away from the others. Yup Clint loved the man. (Even if he did break his arm.)

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Requested by @invenividivicible

Clint was quite while he watched Tony cut the wires in Bucky’s metal arm. Clint inwardly cringed the cry Bucky had made when it locked up on him was heartbreaking. Never once had Clint heard someone in so much pain. It was a tense two hours while Tony removed the arm.  Clint hated seeing the people he loved in pain. To say the least, it was a very, very long night.  Clint woke to curse the next morning and his ears aching terribly Clint hadn’t realized that he must have fallen asleep with his aids in but that was the least of his worries. Clint hurried over to the bathroom to see what Bucky’s issue was. Clint was surprised to see just how exasperated his lover looked. “Aw Bucky.” He soothed softly and kissed the man's flesh shoulder while gently taking away the toothpaste and carefully squeezed some on to the toothbrush before handing it to Bucky and then moved behind him to gently braid Bucky’s hair. Clint had learned a variety of things in the circus many of them rarely came into play like how to do hair. Once Bucky was done with his teeth Clint moved to button up his shirt kissing each bit of skin before it was cover as he closed another button. “Love you Bucky bear.” Clint cooed and nuzzled at the other man's neck as BUcky’s flesh arm closed around him.  That had been their morning routine for close to a month among other small things Bucky wasn’t able to do with one hand. To say the least, it brought them closer together and deepened their bond. So maybe it wasn’t a surprise when the pair announced that they were engaged or maybe it was? But what did Clint care? He was in love and he didn’t care who knew it. 

[awarrows-clintbarton]

Falling and moon, with romantic Clint barton, quote: it takes a very special idiot to pull off what you just did. 💜💜

Once more I am so so sorry this took so long. 

Growing up in the circus Clint learned a variety of sometimes very usefully things archery being at the top of that list. Learning to walk the tight rope was somewhere in the middle of the list. So, in Clint's mind he figured it wouldn’t be that bad of an idea to trapeze to a better vantage point for the scrummage several storied down on the ground. Sure he could have asked for someone to give him a lift, but being picked up and plopped down on various roof tops was not Clint’s favorite thing, and everyone looked busy. He could do this no sweat. Even if it had been years. Things went off with out a hitch for the first four and a half, and then like most things in Clint's life it went to shit. The building he was attempting to leave received a crumbling hit from what Clint suspected was a laser. Not that he had time to actually check because he was falling faster than he was able to say ‘Aw no..’ Clint didn’t remember much after that other than something that sounded vaguely like a tare. 

Waking up in medical was nothing new. What was new was waking up to only one cast (normally he was in multiple or none.) Clint looked down at his foot frowning at it with mild distain. His toes looked like purple grapes. The fuck did he break? Clint was quite sure that was something he had never seen before, and that was saying something. Clint was drawn out of his thoughts by some grabbled words. Frowning slightly deeper Clint turned his head to look at who was beside him. Bucky, of course he was there. “What about Rhubarb?” The blonde asked while fumbling with his aids. “I’ve got it...I’ve got...cut it out.” Clint protested and batted at Bucky’s hands when he attempted to help with him put in the hearing aids. It took Clint five minutes longer than it should have to get them in because everything was stiff and sitting up hurt like hell. So maybe he should have accepted the help from his boyfriend, but Clint was stubborn (and hated people touching his ears.). Once the were in and the volume was turned back on for Clint’s world Bucky spoke. “I said, it takes a special kind of idiot to pull off what you just did.” Bucky was saying it with a smirk so Clint wasn’ t in shit with him. Probably Cap and Nat, but not Bucky Clint could live with that. He hated havign Bucky mad at him. “Uh..what’d I do?” Clint asked looking up at Bucky mostly through his lashes. A lopsided grin spreading over Clint’s face when Bucky snorted. “You fell off of a telephone wire and landed on the AIM agent in charge of the monster making thing, and some how managed to only break your foot.” Bucky filled in with fewer details than Clint would have liked, but he was bound to get more out of Bucky later...much later after a kiss and a nap. Nap first maybe? 

[awarrows-clintbarton]

Nowhere and Nothing

People left Clint, It didn’t matter if he loved them or not. They always left. Typically because they were dead. Yes, he was well aware that everyone dies one way or another, but the people Clint found himself in love with always seemed to get taken away by some ass hole on a power trip.

Clint’s bad luck started with his parents…Although he wasn’t sure if he ever really loved them. His old man was a mean drunk and his Ma just didn’t seem to care about him and Barney. Then Barney left him and came back only to get killed partly because of Clint. Only to come back again and turn in to the best big brother when he was out of Clint’s life. Or at least that’s how Nat so kindly put it. And yet there they were sort of coexisting. But Clint was sure it was all an act. After Barney there was Bobbie. Clint was sure he loved her to the point where he married her despite being against marriage. But it was short lived. First Bobbie faked her death and then there was that tricky little thing about her killing that man. She was gone again but that was Clint’s choice…though it still hurt like hell.

Slowly Clint took a breath in through his nose for the count of eight before blowing out through his mouth for the count of ten fingers drumming against his thighs. He should fix his hair Clint figured. May as well commit. Even if it scared him.. Dipping his hands under the flow of the tap to wet them first Clint then ran them through he hair and pushed around at the front until it was less messy and well sorta looking formal. He hated gel. Even if this was the most important day of the rest of his life. Turning the tap off Clint store at his reflection. He looked ready, but was he? He wanted this right? Yes, don’t be stupid. Tasha’s told you she’s sure a million times that he hadn’t misjudged. But that did little to deflate the ever-growing bubble of fear in his stomach. Clint had lost so many people in his life he didn’t want to lose anyone else. Especially Bucky. He was too important. Maybe Clint lucked out this time? Bucky had ‘died’ and come back twice already. Maybe he wouldn’t get taken or leave Clint like all the others. Clint nodded his head to his reflection. Nothing was changing this. Nothing. No childish fear of being alone, no depression or lack of sleep was going to change this. Nothing. Clint stopped in the doorway of the bathroom caught off guard by the wide grins spread over Tasha and Barney’s faces. “What? You two look like you’re up to no good…which is scary.” There was a moments pause that made Clint feel squirmy and hot across the nape of his neck. “You look good Clint…I’m happy for you….” Tasha said genuine and gentile. “We’re all proud of you. Red and I may not agree on much…er well anything really. But this.” Barney gestured vaguely to the empty air in front of him. “This you deserve more than you know.” He said a sparkle in his eyes Clint hadn’t seen since there time in the circus… Swallowing as Cint shifted on the spot feeling almost like a scolded child unsure of how to take the praise. “UH, thanks…Guys.” He said slowly blue eyes darting to the wall clock just to the left of the couch. “But we should get going…or we’re gonna be late and I don’t wanna be a fuck up…at least not today,” Clint said nervously and jammed his hands into his pockets. Clint’s palms were becoming increasingly wet with sweat by the second. “There’s nothing to fuck up Clint” Natasha attempted to assure even if it was a losing battle, Clint only nodded and started to walk towards the door hot on Barney’s heels.

Clint began to count his intake of air and every exhale all the way down the hall and up to his position. This was it. Clint was wearing more clothes than he really ever did and yet he felt like he was naked. There was nowhere to hide. Nothing left to do but marry Bucky. Easy enough. Repeat after the priest, Say I do and kiss. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

[awarrows-clintbarton]

Did up a winterhawk black and white aesthetic. Inspired by the ask I got earlier from an anon. This is defiantly one of my god tire ships. Hope you all like it. None of the images belong to me. The ones of Bucky, Clint and the hand are marvels and the others I have no clue who’s they are. So if you know please drop me a line so I can credit them for the rad pics.

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All three images belong to Marvel. Taken from Part one of a five part series from Tales of Suspense Wintersoilder and Hawkeye.

These comics are most defdinetly my favourite for Winterhawk feels. Personally I also feel that the characterization is spot on, and does a spectacular job at highlighting some of Clint’s internal struggles as well as how damaged Bucky is. Over all riveting series and one of my faves. To bad it only lasted five parts I would have loved to have seen much more, but all good things must come to an end.