could you possibly write a WinterHawk AU where both Bucky and Clint are experiments for Hydra and one of them helps bail the other out? Possibly with Winged!Clint and Werewolf!Bucky?
Bucky wore a straightjacket and a muzzle, his feet were chained together and the chains went to a belt around his waist and to his neck. Eight chains - leashes - were hooked into the thick leather belt so the guards could hold him in a safe distance and lead him where they wanted him.
They brought him to a truck where he had to kneel down and the chains were hooked in rings in the fortified steel walls. He had no idea whereto they brought him but he couldn’t ask them since he was gagged. So he just glared at them and when one of the guards shrank back he grinned in his muzzle.
He had no idea how long they drove - it was long - but when the truck stopped he closed his eyes to brace himself when the light would come in again. He sat in absolute darkness in the truck and his sensitive eyes would hurt, he knew that. But there wasn’t too much light when the doors went open, only guards who came in and took the chains. They dragged him out and Bucky realized that he was in another HYDRA facility only god knew where.
He glared at the guards who dragged him to an elevator and brought him into the basement, the lowest level. And only when they had shoved him in a cell and closed the doors one of them said if he would be ‘a good doggo’ they would take off his chains. He had to get close to the bars and one of them reached through them while the other one held a taser in his hands. They removed the chains, the straightjacket and at last the muzzle but they left the collar around his neck and when Bucky whirled around the guards flinched and literally ran away.
He growled and looked around his new accommodation. The cell wasn’t too small, three walls were stone and the fourth solid bars. Outside of his cell was a corridor and on the other side were more cells. They were all empty aside from the one opposite of him. A young man lay on the cot and slept, a blanket thrown over himself. And he either just slept the sleep of the just or they had given him drugs, either way, he didn’t wake up during his delivery.
Bucky checked the cell, checked the bars and the hinges and the lock but he couldn’t see a chance to get out. He hit the bars and growled again but then he sat down on the cot. Aside from it were a toilet and a sink on one wall and a table and a bench bolted to the other wall. There were no lamps in the cells, they were in the corridor.
He stared at the prisoner in the other cell. HYDRA had turned him into a werewolf, he wondered what they did to him.
It took three hours to find out. The man in the cell stirred and groaned and after a very long moment he struggled the blanket away and yawned. And Bucky could only stare. First because he was the most beautiful man he had ever seen, blond, lean and just… beautiful. And second because of the huge pair of white wings sprouting out of his back.
“Oh my god,” he blurted and the guy sighed and looked at them.
“Yeah,” he said. “They thought it would be funny.”
“Funny? Why?” Bucky asked and the guy took a bow with a mock salute.
“The Amazing Hawkeye at your service,” he said and then added. “Or simply Clint.”
“Hawkeye, huh?” Bucky said. “That’s why the wings. But why are they white and not like brown?”
“I had no say in that,” the guy - Clint - said and then cocked his head. “You didn’t tell me your name.”
“Bucky,” he said. “James actually, but, well, friends call me Bucky.”
“So, why are you here?” Clint asked bluntly and leaned against the bars. Bucky let his eyes trail over his body and felt his pulse speed up. The guy wore only sweatpants and he could see hard muscles and a cute happy trail disappearing in them. “What did they do to you?” Clint added when Bucky didn’t answer immediately.
“I have a… tiny, hairy problem,” he said and looked at his feet. “Once a month.”
Clint squinted his eyes for a moment and then tore them open. “You’re a werewolf?” he blurted.
“Yeah, you could say that,” Bucky sighed. “But HYDRA didn’t do that to me, I’ve been like that my whole life, they just…” he stopped for a moment, “they strengthened it.”
“They strengthened it, huh?” Clint asked and looked along the corridor. Bucky followed his gaze but couldn’t see anything and so he used his wolf-senses but he could neither hear nor smell someone. They were alone.
“Yeah,” he said then. “Why do you ask?”
“Oh,” Clint shrugged. “Because I have a plan to leave this establishment but I need a sidekick.”
Bucky raised a brow. “A sidekick?” He asked and cocked his head. “Why do you think you can trust me? We just met.”
“Oh, I watched you for a while since they brought you in,” Clint grinned and shifted from one foot to the other.
“You…” he pointed at the bed behind him and Clint’s grin broadened. “You just pretended to be asleep.”
“I see better from a distance,” Clint said and when Bucky frowned he added, “Hawkeye, remember? That’s not just a nice name.”
“Okay, and why didn’t you just disappear alone?” he asked and Clint looked at his wings.
“I’m a little handicapped lately,” he sighed. And when Bucky’s frown deepened he mouthed, “Vents!”
Bucky understood. “So… you have a plan to get out and then? There are probably many guards.”
“And that’s the moment when they come in handy,” he grinned. “I can fly us out. What do you say, you in?”
“Are you not afraid? I mean, I’m a werewolf and…”
“I love dogs,” he shrugged. “And werewolves are just a bit bigger and angrier.”
“You are really weird,” Bucky said. “Luckily you’re pretty.” And then he realized what he had said when Clint grinned at him again.
“Right, tiger,” he said. “Let’s get out first and then we’ll see what happens, okay?”
“By the way, you’re not that bad either,” Clint said and Bucky blushed.
“Right…” he said and scratched the back of his neck. “When do we start?”
