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.










