Bucky flung the door open and raced out to meet him, reappearing in the doorway with his arm looped around Clint’s shoulders. The way Clint leaned into his chest, how uneven his steps were, twisted Darcy’s stomach.
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Clint Barton arrives home after a mission gone wrong.
Rating: T
@darcylewisbingo square: R3 - Free Space
@marvelousrarepairbingo square: B1 - "I’m fine”
Tags: Canon divergent, established relationship, post-mission, hurt/comfort, angst, deaf Clint Barton, Protective Bucky Barnes
Relationship: Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis
Word count: 1,706
Werewolves - Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis
for @bylillian
360 words
Rated T
I can’t resist you
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She’d seen both of them shift before. It wasn’t any kind of big deal or anything. Wasn’t a secret either. Everyone knew they were werewolves. Well, anyone who was anyone.
And since Darcy knew, that meant she was anyone. And that was kind of awesome, if you asked her.
She was using the roof of the Avengers complex to work on her tan. Her tan that usually only ended up being some kind of pink nightmare that she had to slather with aloe gel.
And it was then that the wolf boys, the howly ones, the disastrous duo, if you will, showed up on said roof. Without beach towels or suntan lotion. Just the two of them, up on the porch, hanging out awkwardly around Darcy.
It was awkward in the adorable kind of way.
They made small talk, Clint shielded her from a particularly bright sun glare.
And then when she was packing up to go inside, they asked.
Both of them.
Well, Bucky asked, but it was for both of them.
“So umm... do you eat?”
She grinned. “Do I ever.”
“Would you like to go out with us? To eat something?”
“You and Clint?” she asked, gesturing to Clint.
“Yeah...” he agreed.
“I mean sure. But you gotta answer one question for me.”
“What’s that?” Bucky asked, Clint bristled a little, and she figured they probably got lots of rude questions from people. She hoped this one wasn’t rude.
“Why me?” she asked. “I mean, I think you guys are swell, and I know I’m pretty swell. Especially in my swimsuit,” she waggled her eyebrows and Bucky blushed. “But like, why me, why now?”
“Just thought you were cute,” Clint replied, at the same time, Bucky said, “Can’t resist you.”
Clint looked over at him, shooting him a look before turning back to Darcy. “Yeah. That too.”
She brought her hand up to her mouth. “In what way?”
“All the ways,” Bucky answered. “We’re sweet on you.”
“Is that werewolf speak?” she asked.
“No, we’d have to shift to give you that. And we definitely don’t do that until the third date at least,” Clint said, laughing.
Thank you everyone who submitted prompts, thank you so much to everyone who responded to the prompts, I am super dooper overwhelmed! I initially thought I’d do fifty prompts at 250 words because it’d be about 12,500 words and that didn’t seem so bad. I didn’t get that many but there’s over thrice that number of words in fic on this list! So that worked out nicely!! :D Enjoy <3! I’ll be in my corner crashing so send hugs and nice thoughts and fic recommendations for me while I recover.
Hi! i love Wintershock, BUT i’d love some Clint/Darcy with Mythical Creatures #3 (if you’re really feeling adventurous, how about Clint/Darcy/Bucky). <3
@huskiesfan-olicity-wintershock YES GOING THE ADVENTUROUS ROUTE WITH CLINT/DARCY/BUCKY ;) i reworked some teensy things from the prompt but the general idea is still there! I hope you like it - Darcy and her sharpshooter boyfriends, aww <3 <3
Prompt: Mythical Creatures, #3, “i keep getting into arguments with one of my classmates about things because they keep saying i’m wrong so i finally scream, ‘how would you know?!?’ and they’re like, ‘because i was THERE!’ and that’s how we all find out that there is a centuries-old vampire taking our British history class”
Pairing: Clint x Darcy x Bucky
Rating: M
Note: There’s vampires, descriptions of blood and blood drinking, etc.
The second Clint notices her, he can feel it. His boyfriend sits up just a little straighter, he stops breathing for a second. Clint was in the middle of telling him about “this sweet new arrow” he’d just customized for himself, but he trails off in the middle of his sentence.
He can’t blame him really.
She’s hard to miss when she walks into their British Art History class, with her long, dark hair, pale skin, and lovely red lips.
Their class is a night class, and every night she’s got a huge travel mug of coffee in her hand.
The professor calls on her often, and her answers are often correct and pretty insightful.
They learn her name.
Darcy.
“You think she’s cute,” Clint teases him one night when they stop by a burger place after class.
He sips at his soda. “Hell yeah.” Then, tentatively, “Don’t you?”
“Yeah, man. She’s fuckin’ gorgeous. And smart as hell. Remember what she said about Greek Mythology and that Waterhouse guy?”
“Well now I know you think she’s cute. You were actually listenin’ tonight.”
Clint chucks a French fry at him, which he picks from his shirt and chews on happily.
He shrugs. “S’okay, Clint. I like her too.”
Clint smirks at him from across the formica table.
One Wednesday night, she walks in and her lips are again a deep shade of red. Almost maroon. Her hair is glossy under the fluorescent light. Clint reaches over to place a hand on his knee.
She’s wearing yoga pants.
He’s got Clint pinned to their couch, shirtless and skin soft and warm.
He palms the blond over the front of his jeans, gently grasping at his hard cock through the fabric. Clint gasps and then retaliates by sucking a mark onto the side of his neck.
“You thinkin’ about her?” Clint growls into his ear. “Thinkin’ about what it’d be like to have her with us? Underneath us?”
“I am now,” he rasps. He nimbly undoes the button to Clint’s pants. “I wanna see her suck you off.”
“Fuck.”
“She won’t know how you like it,” he murmurs into the shell of Clint’s ear and smiles when he feels fingers press into his biceps. “So I’ll have to show her. Maybe we can take turns on ya.”
“Fucking hell,” Clint whimpers and presses himself closer.
There’s not much talking after that.
On Friday night, Darcy is already at her seat when they walk in. He flushes, slightly ashamed of how he and Clint used her image the last time they fucked. He looks over to Clint, and he’s seems a little pink too.
Christ, they’re pathetic.
The lecture begins and they’re doing their usual thing of trying to pay attention but not really.
“You there,” the professor says, pointing straight at Clint. “You in the purple sweatshirt.”
Clint’s head jerks up then he looks behind him. Bucky tries to hide his laughter. As if anyone else in this class wears a purple sweatshirt.
“Why do you think so many members of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood painted their muses as mythical creatures? Nymphs, goddesses, witches?”
Clint shrugs. “Maybe for accuracy? Maybe they were witches,” he says, and their classmates titter.
“They were not witches,” Darcy declares, turning back to glare at them from her seat in the front.
“Well, how would you know?” Clint asks. “You think a lady is just gonna admit that she’s a witch?”
Bucky groans.
“No, but – ”
“Then they could be witches.”
“They’re not!”
“’Cause you knew them personally, right?” Clint snickers.
“I know because I was there!” Darcy yells back.
The class is silent.
Darcy’s mouth is open in shock. She blinks rapidly for a bit then hurriedly begins shoving her papers and books into her bag. She slams the door shut behind her when she leaves.
Even the professor looks shocked.
The class is uncomfortably silent for a bit until someone makes a comment about “stress during midterms” and everyone chuckles, relieved.
“C’mon, we’re apologizin’,” he whispers to Clint as he gathers up their things to go after her. Clint nods. They sit in the back, so they manage to sneak out just fine.
They find her easily in the parking lot. She’s leaning against the hood of her car while sipping from her tumbler.
She rolls her eyes when she spots them.
“What do you want?” she asks, icily.
“To apologize,” Clint answers, fiddling with the strap of his bag. “I don’t know what I was thinking, I shouldn’t have…needled you like that.”
“He thinks he’s funny sometimes,” Bucky supplies giving her what he hopes is a winsome smile. “But he’s not.” Clint elbows him. “What? Sometimes you’re not that funny!”
Darcy smiles a little looking down at the shoes.
“I’m so sorry. I was an ass today and it won’t happen again,” Clint says, reaching for her coffee. “Let us buy you a coffee? Or, wait, if you don’t want coffee, maybe hot chocolate or something.”
“It’s fine,” Darcy insists, trying to get the plastic tumbler away from Clint.
“No, really please let us –”
“Seriously –”
And then Darcy yanks it back from Clint too hard and the container falls to the ground with a thump.
They all stare at the upended tumbler and thanks to the parking lot lights, its dark red contents spilling thickly onto the asphalt.
It takes a moment for his brain to catch up with his eyes, for his brain to form the word, ‘blood’.
“So…I might have meant it when I said that I was there. In 19th century England. I’m kind of a vampire?” she said.
“Kind of?” Bucky says.
“No. Absolutely. I’m absolutely a vampire.” Darcy sighs, tiredly. Bucky tries not to notice the way she’s still staring hungrily at the spilled…stuff…on the ground. Like she’d crouch down and lick it up if she weren’t in front of company.
“What are you gonna do now? Laugh at me? Refer me to university counseling? Try and drive a stake through my heart?”
“Nothing,” Clint says, with a finality in the word.
“…Nothing?” Darcy asks.
“Yeah. You’re a vampire. We’re human. It’s…fine,” Bucky finds himself saying. He means it.
Darcy blinks at the both of them, a pleased look forming on her face. “Okay.”
Clint tilts his head, leans across their table at the campus Starbucks to whisper, “Where do you get your…blood?”
“I have an arrangement with someone. A volunteer,” Darcy answers, picking at but not eating her slice of lemon pound cake. “No worries, my dude, everything’s 100% consensual.”
“Mirrors,” Bucky asks, while flipping through the pages of the textbook they’re supposed to be studying from. He’s curious and also kind of doesn’t want to be caught off guard when they have to walk past one or something.
“No reflection in mirrors, but I show up in pictures and stuff. I don’t know, it’s weird,” Darcy answers. “And Clint, don’t write in that book, it’s mine!”
“What about sunlight?” Clint asks. Darcy’s at their place again, scrolling through their Netflix. She puts a hell of a lot of cooking competitions onto their Watch List for someone who can’t even eat.
“Hm. Not a fan. Hence all the night classes.”
“Dirt,” Bucky says simply one evening when they’re driving.
“Wow. That’s kind of an obscure one. You got that from Bram Stoker, right?”
“Uhh. Not really,” Bucky confesses. “The 90s movie. With Winona Ryder.”
“Nice choice,” Darcy laughs. “But I don’t need to sleep in my native soil. Sounds like a pain in the ass, actually.”
“I thought you were gonna say pain in the neck,” Clint says from the backseat.
Bucky and Darcy groan in unison. “Bucky, stop this car, we’re making him walk home.“
“Soooo…” Clint trails off.
“Yeah?”
“Can you or can you not turn into a swarm of bats and fly away?”
“Oh my god.”
“So…yes?” Bucky asks.
“No!”
“I…kind of have a problem,” Darcy says when they open their apartment door for her. She looks even paler than usual, ashen even, and she seems unsteady on her feet. They usher her inside and she slumps onto their couch before continuing. “The ‘volunteer’ I told you about? Ian moved back to England like two weeks ago. I’ve been holding off and drinking animal blood since then but…I’m not feeling great, to be honest.”
She looks at them and then away, ashamed. “I know we haven’t known each other too long and I never would even presume to ask otherwise –”
“You can drink from me,” Clint says quickly, and Bucky wants nothing more than to smack him upside the head. They were trying to work out a way to ask Darcy to go with them first, to see if she even wanted to, if she even liked humans. This – this is way too much, too soon.
“Clint,” he rumbles, lowly.
“What? Look at her, she doesn’t look good. No offense, sweetheart.”
Darcy shrugs one shoulder.
Bucky bites the inside of his cheek. “Alright. If you want to.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“You’ll need to eat after,” Darcy says, perking up a little. “Lots of iron, vitamins, that sort of thing. For the blood loss.”
Bucky’s on his phone in seconds, googling madly and then mentally putting together something from the meager contents of their kitchen.
“I just want to reassure you that um,” Darcy fiddles with the hair tie on her wrist. “Some of the more traditional vampires, especially the older generations intertwine the whole sex and blood drinking thing. Us younger ones,” she continues as if she wasn’t alive when horse-drawn carriages were a thing. “We don’t really do that anymore, so you don’t have to worry about…” she trails off, sliding a significant glance between he and Clint.
Before he can even formulate a response, (his brain is still stuck on the imagery of sex and blood and Darcy), Clint beats him to it.
“That would be alright, though, if you wanted.”
She looks at them, confused. “If I wanted what?”
“Y’know, um. The sex thing. And…more.”
Darcy blinks owlishly. “Oh! But I thought that you two, aren’t you…?”
“Yes, we are,” Clint explains. “But, uh…” He’s getting pink and he rubs a hand over the back of his neck.
“We’d been planning on askin’ you out,” Bucky finishes for him. “Both of us.”
“Both of you,” Darcy repeats.
“Yeah. But I mean, if you don’t want that –“
“No! Oh my god, I mean yes. Yes, I’d want that too!” Darcy shyly looks up at them, smiling a little and he can’t help but grin back, relief shimmering through him.
And with that, they get started. He’s nervous like he was for his first date with Clint.
“Okay, so, I’m going to drink from your neck. It only hurts for like, a second then you should start feeling…really nice. Kind of woozy and sleepy and happy.” She pauses and waits for Clint to acknowledge that he understands. Clint nods and she continues. “Afterwards, I’ll lick your wound to close it and then you should have a little something to eat and drink. Okay?”
Clint nods again.
“Alright. Umm, how about you sit here in front of the sofa. That way I’m behind you and I’m at the right height.” Darcy begins to tie her hair back.
“Should I stay?” Bucky asks, not sure if he’ll be breaching some sort of etiquette.
“Of course. You can stay if you want. Especially if all three of us are – if we’re going to be…”
“Oh.” Bucky smiles gently. “Then I’m staying.”
Then she leans down to Clint’s neck, and places her mouth over him and begins to drink.
Clint is silent and he begins to worry that he’s hiding his pain until Clint moans. It’s the same exact one he draws from him when he’s got his hand wrapped around his cock.
Darcy looks up and stares at him, through her lashes. He’d never seen her like this before, eyes bright and alert, with her cheeks flushed. He supposes it makes sense that she always seemed only pale and placid - she is a vampire. Her pretty lips are still attached to the curve of his boyfriend’s neck where he can see the slight throbbing of a vein as it pumps blood into Darcy’s mouth.
He doesn’t feel jealous. On the contrary, a soft groan is torn from him when he takes in the sight of Clint baring his throat, of Darcy’s slim fingers threaded into his boyfriend’s hair to hold him still.
When she’s done, when she’s laving over Clint’s neck to close the wounds, he’s not surprised to find that his dick is half-hard.
Still, he goes into the kitchen to prepare a glass of orange juice and a peanut butter and banana sandwich.
Clint manages to drink and eat without issue, albeit just a little slowly.
Afterwards, they position Clint into a comfortable position on the couch. Darcy even pulls a blanket over him.
“Hmmmmmm,” Clint says, smiling as his eyes drift shut. “S’real good. Thanks, Darcy. Thanks, Buck.”
Darcy giggles, brushes spiky blond hair off of his forehead and says, “Clint will be out of commission for an hour or two at least.”
She walks over to him, then crowds him until he’s on back on the armchair. There’s a carnal gleam in her eyes when she sits on his lap and straddles him.
He swallows against a dry throat. A drop of red is at the corner of her lips. He reaches up with his thumb and pushes it back into her mouth. Her tongue is still slightly warm from the blood and he can’t hold back a noise from the back of his throat when she sucks on finger so hard her cheeks hollow.
She releases his thumb, and murmurs, “Any ideas for what we can do while we wait?”
August 10 - Bucky/Clint/Darcy “kiss the hell out of me. please.” for @huskiesfan-olicity-wintershock fluffy lovefest with smut if possible
Written by @ozhawkauthor
“Ugh!” The door slammed so hard behind Darcy that Clint and Bucky both shot to their feet, instinctively reaching for weapons. “Stand down, stand down,” she waved her hands at them in exasperation. “No alien invasions today. Well, unless you count Loki, but yet again I repelled him.”
“Did you taser him again?” Clint asked eagerly.
“Not today. I did punch him in the nuts when he commented that my breasts were a more pleasing size than Jane’s, though. Which, frankly, was lucky for him, because Thor looked like he was considering taking Mjolnir to Loki’s nuts instead.”
Bucky growled; Clint snickered and dropped back down to the couch, holding his arms out to Darcy. “Good job keeping that asshole in his place, babe.”
She lost no time in flinging herself on the couch beside him, accepting the hug he dished out. Bucky was slower to sit down and embrace her, no doubt grumpy at the news Loki had been a pain to Darcy again, but eventually he was sitting on Darcy’s other side, cuddling up close to her.
Snuggled between her two boyfriends, Darcy sighed with a relief. “Now this is what I call a good ending to a shitty day.”
“Could be better,” Clint suggested, tracing callused fingertips lightly up her inner arm.
“Oh yeah,” she agreed, looking up and smiling at him. “Kiss the hell out of me. Please.”
“Be delighted.” Clint lost no time in bringing his mouth down on hers, and on her other side, Bucky reached around to pull her sweater up, cupping her breasts in his hands as his hot mouth latched onto her neck.
Darcy moaned against Clint’s lips as Bucky’s cold metal fingers worked over one nipple, bringing it instantly to an aching peak.
“Gonna take care of you,” Bucky muttered against her neck. “Just say the word and we’ll figure out a way to deal with Loki for good, too…”
“Tempting though that suggestion is,” Darcy sighed as Clint abandoned her mouth to kiss down the other side of her throat, “I can manage him.”
She loved them for taking her word for it, dropping the subject and focusing their attention entirely on pleasuring her, Clint sliding off the couch and going to his knees in front of her as Bucky helped her remove her clothes.
Darcy wound up sitting in the cradle of Bucky’s muscled thighs, butt perched on her edge of the sofa, upper body canted back against Bucky’s chest as he played with her nipples and Clint feasted between her thighs. Under their loving, sensual touch, she soon forgot all about aggravating the trickster god.
EDIT: This was meant to me a winterhawkshock prompt ^.^
49. I want to rob lumbermills and hospitals with you and just bewilder the hell out of people the waylove should. (We will make everything wrong in the right way.)
“Clint?”
“Darcy, let me in, please!”
She takes a step back from thedoor, confused. “Buck, did Clint tell you he was coming over?”
“What?” Bucky calls from thekitchen. Darcy huffs.
“Clint’s here! Did you know?”
“No?” Bucky says, sounding aspuzzled as Darcy feels. He rounds the corner and Darcy can’t help but smile atthe frilled purple apron he’s tied over his clothes. It had been a gag giftfrom Clint, but like many things, Bucky manages to wear it without a hint ofirony. She motions to his cheek.
“You’ve got a bit of flour there.”
Bucky grimaces and wipes at hisface with the back of his arm. “Thanks.”
“Darcy? Bucky?” Clint calls out,still locked out of their home. “I know you’re in there! I can hear youtalking! Please let me in?”
Darcy shakes her head inexasperation and Bucky disappears back into the kitchen. He rarely likes beinginterrupted when in the middle of making dinner. She opens the door and Clintall but falls inside. “Hey,” she says as he stumbles through. She locks thedoor behind him. “Are you drunk?”
“A little. Nat brought out thevodka,” he slurs, and he toes off his shoes and wanders into the living area. Darcyhuffs and straightens his shoes with her foot before following him though. “Do Ismell baking bread?”
“Biscuits,” Bucky corrects him. Herolls the extra dough between his hands with a practiced motion, and it sticksonly a little to the latex glove over his metal hand. Clint makes an obscenesound, and Darcy shares a look with her boyfriend. He smiles.
“We weren’t expecting you over,” hesays softly, focus returning to the biscuit. “But you’re welcome to stay fortea.”
“Thanks,” Clint says. Darcy frowns-is it just her or does his voice sound a little strained.
“Are you okay?” she asks inconcern. Clint stares at her with wide, uncertain eyes.
“I love you,” he suddenly blurtsout.
A spoon clatters onto the counterand Darcy sucks in a sharp breath. “What?”
The uncertainly on his faceclears and he swallows audibly, standing up straighter as he glances between Darcyand Bucky. “I love you,” he says again. “Both of you. Nat says I’m being dumband maybe I am, but I can’t- I can’t dothis anymore! I can’t pretend to be friends with you- with either of you- whenI just want to kiss you.”
“Clint,” Darcy says softly, butthe man just shakes his head.
“No- I need to- need to say this.I want to set the world on fire for you. I want to rob a hospital for you. Idon’t know if you understand the lengths I would go to, to keep to both of yousafe. I fucking love you, okay? Butthis is- it’s killing me-”
“Clint!” Bucky growls. He’s strippedoff the glove on his metal hand, and Darcy bites back a smile as he stridesaround the island counter to grab Clint by the fabric of his shirt. “Would you shut up!” he snaps, and then he’spulling a startled Clint forwards into a bruising kiss. A thrill of arousalshoots through Darcy at the sight and she grins, even as the kiss grows deeper,Clint clutching a Bucky like a lifeline, uncaring that his dough-sticky hand ismaking a mess of his shirt.
They break apart, and Clintstares up at Bucky like he’s seen the face of God. It’s a feeling Darcy isintimately familiar with.
“We love you too, you daft idiot,”Darcy tells him, and Clint swallows like he’s about to cry. “Now come here so Ican kiss you too.”
“So I know I’ve been hinting pretty heavily about what I want for Christmas,” Darcy said slowly, but don’t feel like you had to get me anything or whatever. I was just talking. You know how I am. I talk.”
Bucky smirked. “Yeah, well. Believe it or not, we listen when you talk.”
“Do you, now?” she teased, plopping down on the sofa between him and Clint. “What did you glean, pray-tell?”
“That you’re spread a little thin dating both of us separately,” Clint said.
“I wouldn’t put it that way,” Darcy said. “It’s not being spread thin, it’s just like... overbooking myself for two awesome spa days back-to-back and like... how much relaxation can one woman cram into her life, you know?”
Bucky chuckled. “Yeah, okay. Well, you’re ‘over-relaxed’ dating both of us separately, so we came up with a solution.”
“For real?” Darcy asked, feeling a little relieved because she hadn’t really come up with any solutions beyond switching nights and weekends.
“Yeah, you can just date both of us,” Clint said.
She blinked. “... I’m already... doing... that... aren’t I?”
“No, we mean like... at once? Just not alternating. We’re fine with each other, so it’s like...”
Her eyes widened. “Oh.”
“Yeah...” Clint rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, we should have done it that way, to begin with---“
He stopped talking abruptly when Darcy kissed him, her lips popping when she release his. She turned to kiss Bucky as well. “Best Christmas ever.”
“We also got you practically one of everything at lush, because, on your list, you said ‘anything from lush’...” Bucky offered.
Her eyes widened and she squealed. “Oh my god... where is it? I mean, this is clearly the second-best gift of the year, but like... where is it?”
Bucky laughed. “It’s down in the car, I need Clint to help me bring all the bags in.”
“Oh. Well. I can wait,” she said softly, crossing one leg and sitting primly on the sofa for all of four seconds before she turned to Bucky. “It’s gonna make your car stink though.”
“Totally,” he agreed, giving Clint a look. “Shall we?”
“Be right back, Darcy-girl...” Clint leaned down to kiss her cheek.
She squealed again as they went to the door. “Best Christmas ever.”
Werewolves - Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis
for @piccalilymusic
458 words
Rated T
It’s you, you’re my pack now
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The dark wolf zipped in close and snapped at hind legs of the one currently pinning Clint to the ground.
Darcy was laying on her side, bleeding from a head wound, but she hadn’t switched back into her human form, so Clint wasn’t as worried as he might have been otherwise. She wasn’t knocked out, just tired.
The thing that had most of his attention was the dark wolf with a single silver leg that was currently beating the shit ouf of the white wolf that had been well on its way to having Clint for lunch.
Once the wolf was off him, he rolled over and ran to Darcy, switching into human to check out her wounds. Her fur was matted around them, but they didn’t look deep. Just painful.
There was a loud squeal and the white wolf ran off, tail between his legs as the silver legged wolf howled and growled after him.
He shifted then, silver front leg lengthening until he could unclench the fist. Bucky eyed the two of them. First Clint, and then down to Darcy. “How bad is she?” he asked, ignoring the elephant in the forest, which was why in the fuck was he back when he’d made such a big deal about leaving them earlier that day?
“Not bad, but I think she’s in too much pain to shift.”
“She needs to shift, so we can get her medical attention,” Bucky replied gruffly, kneeling beside her. “Darce... come on baby, you can do it. Shift out. It’s just painful, you won’t die.”
She whined and Clint recognized the sound. She was annoyed, but she shifted, letting out a cry of pain as her hand went to her side. “Fuck me sideways, Mother of fucking liminal Ikeas that are out of meatballs.”
“There, there... just lay there. You ain’t gotta do anything else. Just leave it to me and Clint, okay?”
She nodded. “No danger of me tryng to do anything else, promise.”
Bucky turned back to Clint. “What?” he asked.
“Didn’t say nothing.”
“Don’t have to. I can tell you want to, and that’s enough. So what?”
“You’re back,” Clint said simply.
“Yeah, well. You guys are my pack now. I can’t leave,” Bucky said with a shrug. “Are you saying you want me gone?”
“Nope,” Clint replied.
“Fuck no,” Darcy said simultaneously and both of the glanced at her relatively aggressive outburst. “I’m in fucking pain here. I’m allowed to swear when y’all are being dingbats.”
“Right. Medical care...” Bucky stooped down to pick her up. “You got somewhere to go?”
“Janey,” she replied. “Take me to Janey.”
“To Janey we go?” Bucky said with a glance to Clint, who shifted and started running in the right direction.
