Real as You Want it to Be - Winterhawk
Clint Barton x Gender Neutral Bisexual Reader x Bucky Barnes
warnings/notes: @remuslupinsbiwifey requested a Winterhawk fic for my follower celebration with any prompt so have Fake Dating. As stated above reader is gender neutral and bisexual. I think that's it. Enjoy.
Your sister was a pain in the ass.
You loved her, you did, but she was always trying to set you up and you hated it. She found someone that she thought would be perfect for some version of you that she had in her head that was nothing like the real you. And you always ended up going out with them just to get her to shut up about it for a few months.
The truth was you had no interest in finding ‘your perfect someone’ as she put it. No, as far as you were concerned, you’d already found them. Two of them to be precise and they seemed to be hopelessly in love with one another. Which wasn’t ideal, true, but they were your best friends and you were content to just be in their orbit most of the time.
You groaned and dropped your head against the back of the couch as you read the latest text from your sister.
“That was an unhappy sound,” Clint’s voice drifted from where he and Bucky were entering the room.
You turned your head to look at them. “My sister found a nice guy in her cycling class that she thinks would be perfect for me. She means it this time.”
Clint’s nose wrinkled as he curled his lip. “Cycling class? She tell you anything else about him?”
“Law clerk. Around my age. Pretty.”
Bucky’s brows shot up. “She actually used the word pretty?”
You nodded and groaned again. “I don’t like pretty.” Both men laughed at your disgruntled tone.
Okay, so maybe, technically that wasn’t entirely true. Lots of people thought Clint and Bucky were pretty though that wasn’t at all the word you would use to describe them. Handsome (always). Rugged (sometimes). Perfect (to you). You were a hopeless case you were afraid.
“Too bad you quit dating that SHIELD agent. You could have used her to get your sister off your case,” Bucky said as he sat beside you. Clint sat on your other side.
“One dinner does not equal dating, Barnes,” you automatically corrected. “But yes, it is a tragedy.” Then you had an absolutely wonderful, horrible idea.
You sat up straight with a jolt. “Be my boyfriend.”
“Um…excuse me?” Clint asked. “Who exactly is supposed to be your boyfriend?”
“Either of you, I don’t care,” you said, words tumbling out of you now. “She’s stopping by to talk me into the date. One of you pretend to be my boyfriend and she’ll leave me alone.”
You looked between them to see them sharing a glance behind your back. “Yeah, sweetheart, we can help you out,” Clint said with a smile.
Before you could clarify, Friday announced the arrival of your sister. You ran a hand down your face. “Okay. I’m going to go down and bring her up. Just be boyfriendy or whatever when I get back.”
By the time you fetched your sister and returned to the common area, only Clint remained. He had apparently been assigned as pretend boyfriend.
“I don’t understand why you won’t just consider it?” she ranted as you got off the elevator after telling her you would not be meeting the law clerk.
“Won’t consider what, babe?” Clint asked.
Your sister’s head darted up to look him over. “Babe?”
You sighed and gestured in his direction. “Laura, you know Clint. We’re dating now.”
“Since when?” she snapped.
Clint stood and came over, sliding an arm around your waist before kissing the top of your head. “About three months now, isn’t it?”
You pursed your lips and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
Laura’s gaze narrowed angrily on you. “And why haven’t you mentioned it?”
“Well, I don’t know if you’re aware, but Clint is a pretty public figure. He likes to keep his private life private.” You did your best to look innocent and reasonable.
“But I am not the public, I’m your sister.”
“My fault,” Clint interjected smoothly. “I asked that it stay between us for now.”
Before your sister could interrogate him further, Friday interrupted. “Natasha is requesting your presence in the armory, Mr. Barton.”
“Tell her I’ll be right there.” He turned to you and kissed your head again. “I’ll see you later.” He looked at your sister. “Lovely to see you again.”
Your gaze trailed him as he left the room.
“Wow.” Your sister’s tone was flat as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You’re dating a superhero. Really?”
Your brow furrowed as you scowled at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means I don’t believe that you could pull that.”
“Are you for real? Weren’t you always a fan of those forced proximity romance novels? We live together, we work together, we’ve been friends for ages. It was a natural progression.”
Bucky sauntered into the room like he owned the place. He gave a nod to your sister then smiled at you. “Hey, sweetheart. Sorry I got tied up.”
He draped his metal arm over your shoulders and pulled you into his side to kiss your temple before nuzzling your hairline. “Missed you.”
And you prayed to every deity you could think of that your sister did not notice how flustered you suddenly were.
Your sister’s arms dropped from where they were still folded over her chest and her gaze moved from you to Bucky and back. “What the hell is this? Do you think I’m stupid?”
Bucky’s brow furrowed. “What seems to be the problem?”
“First Barton is the boyfriend and now you’re in here acting all lovely dovey?” she snapped. “Obviously you’re all lying.”
“Why would you think that?” Bucky argued. “Clint and I have been together for six months.”
Your heart sank and you swallowed the lump in your throat. Your sister was going to go ballistic.
Then Bucky continued. “You can’t honestly think I’d let him date someone without dating them as well.”
Oh. Oh god. You were never hearing the end of this. Your sister would bring this up for years. Every holiday, every family meal. You were so utterly screwed.
Clint came back into the room just as your sister said, “Prove it.”
He came to a stop at your open side. “Prove what?”
“She doesn’t believe the three of us are dating,” Bucky answered, an undertone of glee in his voice.
Clint shrugged, hand finding your chin and turning you to face him. You sucked in a breath at the small distance between the two of you. You could see the question in his eyes and nodded slightly to give him permission. He grinned and then his lips found yours.
What started chaste, quickly escalated as Clint’s tongue traced your lips seeking entrance. You gasped into the kiss and he took that as permission to deepen it. Your head was spinning as he pulled back. He rested his forehead against yours, fingers tracing the side of your face as he smiled.
“My turn,” Bucky announced and you found yourself being rotated to face the super soldier. He paused long enough for you to see his lopsided grin before his lips were on yours. His kiss was needier, more forceful, but no less mind blowing.
It was everything you’d ever imagined from both of them. You were so screwed when your sister left and you all quit pretending. When you had to spend every day being their friend and nothing more.
Laura cleared her throat. “Well, I stand corrected. I’m very happy for you but I wish you had said something earlier. I am your sister after all.” Her voice was tight and you weren’t certain if she was pissed or embarrassed. “I need to get home. I promised Michael I’d make dinner.”
You nodded though she was already turned away from you and headed for the elevator. “Be safe.”
She stepped into the elevator and gave you one last questioning look before the doors closed between you.
Your shoulders slumped. “Thanks guys.” Your voice was quiet.
Clint’s arms hooked around your waist and pulled you into him so you were chest to chest. “We didn’t mean to upset you, baby.” His nose traced along the side of yours.
“What…” you trailed off with a choked sound before clearing your throat. “What are you doing?”
Bucky came up to stand behind you, hands settling on your sides just above Clint’s arms. “You wanted us to be your boyfriends,” he teased and pressed a kiss to the side of your neck.
“I just wanted you to pretend. For Laura.”
Clint pulled back to look at your face and hummed. “It can be pretend if you want it to be, but it doesn’t have to be. We’ve been trying to figure out how to approach you for months. Weren’t sure you’d be interested.”
“But that kiss answered that question, didn’t it, baby?” Bucky said in your ear, lips brushing the lobe.
You were absolutely floored that they wanted you as much as you wanted them. “Are you…Is this for real?”
“As real as you want it to be,” Clint assured before his lips found yours again.
