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[there-must-be-a-lock]

A Muscle The Size Of Your Fist (Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton)

Aka the mid-2000s punk band AU! Now with art by @misterknife right over here and by @vexedbeverage on Ao3 here!

Also, character moodboard/collage thingies over here!

Explicit, ~99k total.

One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven / Eight / Nine / Ten / Eleven / Twelve / Thirteen / Fourteen / Fifteen / Epilogue

And a timestamp: Some Days It Gets Better

[nolanfa]

an illustration I made for the @winterhawk-olympic-bang , for @reremouse‘s story Sticks and Stones. (art on AO3 here)

(I make all of Clint’s shirts slightly purple even when they should be white because Hawkeye just gotta be purple, but also you can’t tell me he sorts his clothes by color or uses the color-absorbing thing when he washes them so I do too headcanon his white shirts as actually a slight purple)

Also a fill for the @winterhawkbingo ‘s prompt “bedstuy“ and for @buckybarnesbingo ‘s prompt [Picture of Nat and Bucky back to back with guns in hands, looking dangerous] (that I chose to interpret as “pair of assassins cooperating, weapons out”, instead of as about the specific characters) (I love Nat, mind you, but in the circle of authors I read it’s much easier to find winterhawk than winterwidow) EDIT: timelapse here

[aww-writing-no]

For @winterhawkbingo Round 4, Square N4: Stuck in an elevator

Ao3 Link

Elevé:

"I told you we should have taken the stairs," Bucky said to Clint with his hands on his hips. "I said it looked like a death trap and we'd be lucky if we only got stuck instead of plummeting to our deaths and look, here we are. Stuck. And possibly about to plummet to our deaths."

Clint leveled him with a glare. "Bucky, I am on crutches. I wasn't going to take the stairs when there was an elevator right there!"

"You've been on crutches for like a month now. Two flights of stairs isn't going to kill you," Bucky countered. "This elevator might, on the other hand."

Clint rolled his eyes. "Would you stop being so dramatic? We're not going to die in an elevator."

"How do you know that? We might get stuck here forever and starve to death. They won't find our desiccated corpses until they finally get around to condemning the elevator because we're the only fools who decided to use this deathtrap."

"Oh, I see we're being extra dramatic now," Clint said dryly.

"I'm just being realistic."

"Riiiiight." Clint rolled his eyes again. "Because nobody from the company is going to notice that we're missing? It might take longer for them to notice I'm not there since I'm not expected at the rehearsal tonight, but you're kind of a lead in one of the acts. Pretty sure they'd notice if you don't make it. I'll pay good money that Steve is here trying to rip the elevator doors from their hinges within the hour."

"Given the state of this elevator, he'd probably manage it," Bucky grumbled.

Clint was about to open his mouth to complain about Bucky's complaining when there was a loud thud from the top of the elevator. It sounded like something heavy had landed on the elevator.

"Ten bucks says that's Steve," Clint said, looking up at the ceiling.

Bucky smirked. "You're on. That's way too heavy to be Steve."

There was a scraping noise as one of the ceiling panels was dragged off. "Hellooooo," Wade called, sticking his head through the hole in the ceiling. "Did someone call the cavalry for a rescue?"

Clint sighed heavily as Bucky held out his hand. He reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet and handed Bucky a ten dollar bill.

"Told you it was too heavy to be Steve," Bucky said smugly.

Wade gasped theatrically. "Are you calling me fat?" he wailed, breath hitching in an obviously fake sob. "I climbed into an elevator shaft to rescue you and you, you thank me by calling me fat? Oh, the injustice!"

Clint rolled his eyes at Wade's dramatics while Bucky put his face in his hands.

Wade took that opportunity to swivel around on top of the elevator and drop in, feet first. He brought a large cloud of dust and dirt with him.

"Ugh," Clint coughed, waving his hand futilely as he tried to clear the air. "Did you have to bring an entire dust storm with you?"

"I mean, this deathtrap has probably never been cleaned," Bucky grumbled, holding his sleeve over his mouth and nose.

"Would you stop it with the deathtrap thing?" Clint snapped.

"Nah, he's right," Wade said, looking thoughtfully at the ceiling. "This thing really is a death trap. There are things I saw in that elevator shaft that cannot be unseen. It's a cursed knowledge. I'll never be the same man again. If we even make it out alive."

"Are you kidding me right now!?"

Clint couldn't believe Wade was siding with Bucky. Well, except for the fact Wade always sided with whatever caused the most chaos, so Clint supposed he could believe Wade was siding with Bucky. He was still going to be mad about it, though. "Also, how do you propose to get us out of here?"

Wade looked at Clint guiltily.

"You wanted us to climb back through the ceiling, didn't you?"

Wade looked at his feet. "Uhh, maybe?"

"I. Am. On. Crutches," Clint said, thumping the floor of the elevator after each word with said crutches for emphasis. "Why is this so difficult to remember? I got pulled from the entire season; I think that would be pretty noticeable."

"Out of sight, out of mind?" Wade supplied, then clapped his hands over his mouth when Clint leveled him with a glare. "Sorry, uhhhh..."

"I didn't forget you're on crutches," Bucky said when Wade clearly couldn't find an answer. "I just knew this thing was a deathtrap and figured you'd rather hop your way up a couple flights of stairs than die in an elevator. Clearly I was mistaken."

Clint let out a long-suffering sigh. "You could have taken the stairs without me."

"And let you get trapped in an elevator alone? What kind of friend do you think I am?"

"The kind that's hoping for a little dick action when you get stuck in the elevator?" Wade suggested.

Both Clint and Bucky stared at him with horror.

"I mean, don't let me stop you," Wade said, waving his hands in the air. "I'll cover my eyes even, if that'll make you feel better."

"Wade," Bucky said, closing his eyes briefly, "we are not having sex in a malfunctioning elevator. We were never planning on having sex in this elevator. I don't know where you get these ideas."

"I mean, why else would you follow Clint into an elevator that looks like it's gonna fall apart at any minute?" Wade asked like it was the most reasonable question in the world.

While Bucky was opening and closing his mouth like some kind of overgrown koi fish, Clint asked Wade, "why did you climb through an elevator shaft into this elevator, then?"

Wade frowned as if confused by Clint's question.

"To watch you two boning in the broken elevator, of course."

Bucky made a choking noise.

"I mean, I'd also be down for a threesome if you're interested," Wade added, rolling his hips in what was probably the least seductive manner in existence.

"Oh my god," Clint muttered, wondering vaguely if he was having a really vivid nightmare right now. "We're not having sex in an elevator, and we're definitely not having a threesome in an elevator."

"You sure?" Wade asked, wiggling his eyebrows in a manner about as seductive a manner as his hip shimmy.

Clint couldn't decide if he was more insulted or horrified that Wade thought he'd be attracted to that.

"Very sure," Bucky told him.

"The most sure," Clint seconded.

"Your loss," Wade said with a shrug, tossing his head. He didn't have enough hair for a hair flip, but it was clear what effect he was going for.

Clint blinked slowly. "I think I can live with that," he said.

"I know I can live with that," Bucky said, edging as far away from Wade as he could get in the cramped elevator.

The three of them were all staring at each other with varying degrees of horror when they heard a loud clang from outside the elevator. A scraping noise began outside the elevator doors, and the three of them stared at the doors with anticipation.

"Ten bucks says that's Steve," Clint said, looking at Bucky.

Bucky shook his head. "I'm not taking that bet. Ten bucks says he gets through the doors of this deathtrap in less than five minutes."

Clint considered that for a moment. "You're on," he said, figuring it would take Steve at least five minutes to pry the doors apart with whatever random tool he'd found for the job. "The deal is negated if he got help from the fire department or something, though. If there are professionals involved, that doesn't count."

"Deal," Bucky said, holding out his hand for Clint to shake.

They had just finished shaking on it when the elevator doors slid open with the ear-splitting scream of rusty metal.

"Hey guys," Steve said, sticking his head through the opening. "You need a hand?"

Clint looked at the mismatched floors of the elevator and the hallway. The floor Steve was standing on was higher than the elevator by at least a foot.

Before Clint could answer, Wade yelled, "yeah, 'cause they refuse to have a threesome in this elevator with me, which I'm finding rather hurtful".

"Okay, I'm out of here," Bucky said, rushing to the elevator doors and scrambling out as fast as possible.

Clint was left standing there with Wade, feeling a little bit betrayed. It would have been nice if Bucky had stayed to help him out of the elevator instead of running away at the first opportunity. It wasn't like Clint had forced him to get in the elevator in the first place.

"I, uhh, could actually use a little help," Clint admitted, shifting his weight from side to side.

"Don't worry, I got you," Wade said confidently, sidling up next to Clint. "I'm a pro at this, after all."

"You're a pro at breaking into elevators and getting stuck with the people you're trying to rescue?" Steve asked with wry amusement.

Wade stuck his tongue out at Steve.

"No, I'm a pro at sweeping handsome and well-built men off their feet," he said, picking Clint up by the waist and depositing him on the floor outside the elevator.

Steve grabbed Clint's arms to steady him while he recovered from the shock.

"A little warning next time?" Clint snapped at Wade who had hopped out of the elevator behind him.

"I thought that was a warning," Wade told him with a frown. "Why else would I tell you I'm a pro at sweeping men off their feet?"

"Because you're a maniac with no sense of decorum?" Steve asked, letting go of Clint's arms to look at Wade thoughtfully.

Wade spluttered indignantly. "I can't believe you would spread such lies about me!"

Clint rolled his eyes and whacked Wade's leg lightly with the leg of his crutch. "You're the one who suggested we have a threesome in the elevator. Repeatedly."

"You wound me," Wade gasped, hand splayed over his heart dramatically. "Physically too," he wailed, reaching down to grasp his leg where Clint had bumped him and putting the back of his other hand across his forehead like some kind of tragic Victorian maiden. He hopped around like this for a few seconds, clutching his leg and making woeful noises until Steve grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him out the door.

Clint was still staring out the door, trying to figure out what had just happened when Steve said, "I can't believe Bucky followed you into that elevator".

He turned to look at Steve, who was studying him with intense concentration. It felt a bit like Steve was trying to stare into his soul.

"What do you mean?" Clint asked, suddenly nervous for reasons he couldn't explain. Something about Steve's expression and Bucky taking off like a rocket was setting off quiet alarm bells in the back of Clint's brain.

"Clint," Steve said, looking directly into his eyes as Clint tried not to fidget, "Bucky's claustrophobic. He hates elevators."

"Oh," Clint said, more of a sigh than a statement. That... that made sense, he thought as memories slotted into place. The deathtrap comments, and Bucky running off, and the way he always took the stairs if he could help it. The way he always paused before stepping into an elevator, the way he maneuvered himself to be on the outside of the couch when they cuddled, it all made sense now. How had Clint missed that?

"But why would he get in with me, then?" Clint mused.

Steve stared at him for a long moment before looking around.

"Because he's in love with you, Clint."

[reremouse]

So, I'm learning to draw, slowly but somewhat surely. Here are vampire!Clint and Bucky random moment in time from the universe of my fic Aw, Blood, No. For WinterHawk Bingo Round 4, square E5: dancing.

Being turned into a vampire was never part of Clint “Mr. Actual Ray of Human Sunshine (sometimes)” Barton’s life plan. But they say life is what happens while you’re making other plans, and when an Avengers mission to take out a Hydra base goes disastrously wrong, Clint comes out of the fray undead.

Unfortunately for Clint, SHIELD has guidelines to deal with agents who have been turned into vampires: bring them in, or take them out. Fortunately, Bucky is both well-versed in vampires (Hydra—what are you going to do?) and evading SHIELD.

And sometimes “I’m your hostage. Get moving,” is the way Bucky says “I love you.”

[rufferto9]

WinterHawk Bingo Round4 Masterpost

Bingo 1:

Gotta Love Those Beans I1 Prompt : Starbucky’s Coffee. Rating T. Art. Was Going to Kill you, But Nah I2: Hospital AU. Rating T. Art. I’ll Always Be Here For You:  I3 Purple Color Pallet Rating M. Art. Get Marry?  I4 Prompt: Handmade Gifts. Rating M. Art. My Shirt Looks Good On You I5: Merch Rating T. Art

Bingo 2:

Suspicious Dance Partner : B5 Muses Rating T. Art Warning: PINK. Get Marry?  I4 Prompt: Handmade Gifts Rating: M. Art. Clint will do anything for a Date  N3 Freespace Rating: G . Art. More Than He Bargained For  G2 Prompt Texture : Texture (Texture for achieving Leather effect Rating T. Art. I see You In there : O1 WinterSoldier Eye Mask  Rating: M. Art.

[winterhawkbingo]

Round 4 Over!

Thank you to everyone who participated in Round 4 of Winterhawk Bingo. Badges will be going out throughout the week, and an announcement regarding Round 5 will be appearing shortly.

Big thanks to our mods, @hawksonfire and @feedmecookiesnow for running this round, and to our amazing badge maker @scootcommander!

We love you, and have a good couple months to recuperate and refresh those beautiful creative energies!

Love, Mods Hawkie & Squaddy

[caiti-creative-corner]

Title: Wyrd Connections Summary: Unexpected connections blossom when powers come together to protect their city. Squares: Bucky Barnes 2023 Flash B - Brooklyn - @buckybarnesbingo All Caps Bingo AC1061 - O1 - “You don’t have to do this alone” - @allcapsbingo Winterhawk Bingo - I3 - Found Family - @winterhawkbingo Darcy Lewis Mega 2023 - S1 - Witch - @darcylewisbingohq Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Warnings: Mood board Rating: T Ship: Poly mix(es) of Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Darcy Lewis, Clint Barton, Jane Foster, Betty Ross, Frank Castle.

Note - Should any of my mood boards prompt a fic, please link me so I can enjoy and brag! But please - take this as permission to write it!!

[bittercape]

Winterhawk Bingo round 4: masterpost

the path, it just ain't clear: 4,937 words ch 1: square G3, prompt: soulmates au ch 2: square B5, prompt: broken bones ch 3: square O2, prompt: murder strut ch 4: square B2, prompt: air vents ch 5: square G2, prompt: mind control ch 6: square I2, prompt: touch starved ch 7: square I4, prompt: purple everything

baguettes at dawn: 44,993 words ch 15: square O5, prompt: hearing loss ch 21: square N3, prompt: crymaxing for the free square

single prompt fills:

american thighs: square N4 , prompt: meddling best friends, 3,145 words sub rosa: square N2 , prompt: peter parker, 2,542 words make you feel whole: square B1, prompt: werewolf au, 574 words of dogs and men: square O1, prompt: outside pov, 6,095 words

drabbles: 600 words ch 1: square G4, prompt: shooting competition ch 2: square G5, prompt: identity porn ch 3: square G1, prompt: praise kink