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bulkyphrase · 1 year ago

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Halloween Fic Recs 2023 Week 4: Other ships

Not much longer till Halloween! This week's stories are from a variety of ships - not necessarily rarepairs, but not enough spooky fics to make up an entire rec list.

The End of All Things by cakeisnotpie (Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Mature, 17,801 words)

Summary: Clint Barton could always see ghosts and monsters, and now that he's a ghost hunter with his partner Natasha, he's about to come across a house that is well and truly haunted, one that seems to be waiting for him. A seriously spooky bit of horror completely with monsters and ghosts and creepy-crawlies and nightmares just in time for All Hallow's Eve. Happy Samhain, ya'll.

Monsters 'R' Us by Not_You (Clint Barton/Phil Coulson/Natasha Romanov, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Mature, 20,183 words)

Summary: Phil Coulson is one of the last of the old school monster hunters, and finds himself in the company of a werewolf and her human.

Bite Down by avesnongrata (@avesnongrata) (Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Explicit, 5,224 words)

Summary: "I could change your life, Maria. And all you need to do is trust me." Seasoned monster hunter Maria Hill is tasked with tracking down a dangerous supernatural creature in the heart of the jungle. Her hunt does not go the way she planned.

The rest are below the cut!

Between the Shadow and the Soul by Yeetmeaway (Romanogers, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Mature, 151,121 words)

Note: this is a sequel to the amazing For Whose Love I Rise and Fall

Summary: After receiving Shield’s cure, Steve’s memory of the past seventy-five years of being infected with Hydra’s virus has been wiped clean. He's grateful for it— it's better to forget the suffering he caused as an infected monster, but as he navigates the unfamiliar world he has woken up in, it becomes clear that his past isn't done with him. Troubled by disturbing dreams and by strange, lingering feelings that he can't explain, Steve struggles to navigate exactly who and what he is now. But a new threat emerging in the wake of Hydra’s destruction has a strange obsession with Steve and his new partner, Natasha Romanoff. The mere presence of this threat promises to destroy what little ground Shield has gained in this war and if Steve and Natasha can’t stop him, they stand to lose far more than just their lives.

you know i didn't want to (have to haunt you) by dharmainitiative (@rocketnebulas) (SamBucky, Teen And Up Audiences, 46,052 words)

Summary: Sam Wilson is an amazing realtor. He works hard, he takes care of his clients, and he can sell any house he puts his mind to. Unless, of course, the house happens to be haunted by an irritating, standoffish ghost who died in 1940. Then things get a little more complicated.

The Way Out Is Through by samwontshare (Attaining) (@samwontshare) (SamBucky, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Explicit, 12,097 words)

Summary: Sam and Bucky's love story in Wakanda is interrupted when Sam contracts a virus that makes him crave human flesh. Bucky will do anything to keep him safe. And fed. Instead of The Blip, Thanos' minions brought the zombie apocalypse. (Aka a Sambucky zombie romance. Happy Halloween!)

Best and Last of All Things by anactoria (@anactorya) (SamBucky, Mature, 7,481 words)

Summary: Just a couple of guys, holding each other together as the world falls apart. (Alternatively: Fucking zombies.)

batteries and holy ghosts, buried in my bag of bones by starvels (dinosaur) (@starvels) (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Janet Van Dyne, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Mature, 8,102 words)

Summary: “You don’t sleep anymore," Steve says. “Yeah, I guess not,” Tony agrees, smiling like that’s funny somehow. Steve hates it. “But Jan does and she could use some company.” Steve’s eyes close again. Jan. Sharp, unnerving Jan. Jaundice yellow and grave-dirt-black magic Jan.

D.I.Y. (Demons In You) by RedTeamShark (WinterHawk, Explicit, 37,828 words)

Summary: Clint and Bucky are ready to take the next step in their lives and buy a house together. And when the opportunity arises for Clint’s small Youtube channel to get a big sponsorship on a home renovation series, it seems that the stars are aligning for them. Buying and remodeling an older house is a much bigger project than they expect, and old houses hold old secrets. Have the two found a place to live and love together, or is forever homea bit more literal than they ever intended?

Historic Features by flawedamythyst (@flawedamythyst) (WinterHawk, background Stony, Teen And Up Audiences, 19,254 words)

Summary: “Electrical surges with no source, and music coming from the air, and that damn baseball game no one was watching, and I swear I sometimes hear voices right on the edge of hearing when I should be alone,” said Tony. “What does that sound like to you?” “Sounds like-” said Steve, then hesitated. Tony gave him a pointed look. “Sounds like a haunting,” he finished, reluctantly. “Oh no,” said Clint, in tones of mock-horror. “Ghosts!” Bucky laughed and kissed him. “Man, I hope they’re friendly.” Clint and Bucky are haunting the new apartment that Tony bought in Brooklyn to try and impress Steve.

The Ghost of a Chance by atothej (WinterHawk, Major Character Death, Teen And Up Audiences, 2,341 words)

Summary: The Asset's only constant companion is the ghost that haunts him.

The Road Less Traveled at the End of the Line by NarutoRox (@muteelfmoonmoon) (WinterIron, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Teen And Up Audiences, 27,889 words)

Summary: To say Steve is surprised to wake up haunting his loved ones after sinking his plane into the ocean would be an understatement. To say he enjoys it would be just plain cruel. For starters, there’s the ‘minor’ problem of said loved ones being unable to see or hear him, which is bad enough. Things only get worse when he finds out Bucky is alive, but held prisoner by the very people he and Steve had fought against, leaving Steve to watch as HYDRA slowly tries to unmake his best friend. Then there’s Tony, Howard’s genius son, whom Steve loves dearly and may or may not be a little protective of after watching him grow up under Howard’s less-than-stellar care. Steve doesn’t know if they keep him sane or drive him crazy, but he does know that Bucky and Tony are the two most important people in his world. He also doesn’t know if it would make his life easier if they knew each other or not, but it doesn’t matter; they’ve never met, are on opposite sides of the world, and other than being cared about by Steve, have nothing else to do with each other. Until Tony is kidnapped by the Ten Rings…and HYDRA thaws Bucky for a mission…And Steve decides it’s about time these two met.

Take My Hand (Don't Fear the Reaper) by dracusfyre (@dracusfyre) (WinterIron, Major Character Death, Not Rated, 6,693 words)

Summary: For the ITAB prompt: After Afghanistan tony became a part-time grim reaper assigned to the winter soldier, since Bucky has a messed up head he can see tony.

#marvel fic rec

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winterhawksamplers · 3 years ago

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Pet Fic: Lucky, Alpine, and More

It's dogs. And cats. And the occasional ferret. Come on, of course we love them! This sampler offers a variety of animal-centric fics: in some, pets and animals are what bring Clint and Bucky together; in others, they serve as key components to helping Clint and Bucky figure things out; in one, we get some of Lucky's actual POV. Animals act as therapists, as cockblocks, as the absolute best pillows. This is a (literal) fluff, humor, and pizza dog filled theme, but don't be too surprised when some of these furry facades are actually vehicles for processing complex winterhawk themes like trauma, PTSD, and figuring out how to be human.

Space to Run, Space to Hide by: @ialwayscomewhenyoucall length: 1.1k | rating: T | tags: free verse poetry, barton farm, fluff, avoidance, podfic available, shifting POVs summary excerpt: Clint is spending some time at his farm. Not because he's running away. Nope. Not at all. He just missed the farm. Why this one? In this incredibly beautiful, sweet, and lyrical fic, the author utilizes Lucky's POV to help capture a classic example of Clint's emotional avoidance. bonus: podfic by @flowerparrish

Rescue Me by: NotEvenCloseToStraight length: 25k | rating: M | tags: PTSD, depression, service animals, misunderstandings, amputee!Bucky, Deaf!Clint, h/c, no powers au summary excerpt: Still struggling with PTSD and nightmares a year after leaving the Army, Bucky goes to a shelter to find a therapy dog. He finds companionship in Beef the Pitbull, a purpose in volunteering on weekends, and when the dog trainer starts smiling his way, Bucky finds something else that feels a little like love. Why this one? This heart-wrenching fic situates a post-military service Bucky struggling to find a new normal alongside a disaster human/pet-trainer Clint. C&B's journey to recovery in this fic is realistic, rife with struggles and mistakes, and filled with enough feels to make you want to rush to hug the nearest animal you can find.

Through the Streets of Long Gone Dreams by: Rivulet027 length: 11k | rating: T | tags: canon-adjacent, Bucky Barnes recovering, mutual pining, bed sharing, Lucky as the best bed buddy summary: Bucky’s having trouble sleeping until Lucky decides to adopt him. Now Bucky isn’t sure if he’s sleeping better because of a dog or the archer that comes with the dog. Why this one? This one feels like a more classic Bucky recovery story, in that the setting is the tower, and there are PTSD and nightmare themes throughout. Lucky here helps push Clint and Bucky together and helps Bucky ground and find himself. bonus: art by prompt_fills

A Christmas Miracle: Getting Lucky by: Lissadiane length: 11k | rating: T | tags: veterinarian!Bucky, performer!Clint, temporary animal injury, fluff, holidays, no powers au summary excerpt: Clint Barton’s absolute worst nightmare comes true on a snowy highway in the middle of Colorado on a cross country drive — he hits a dog. It’s just his luck that the only vet he can find hates people — especially those who hurt dogs — and happens to look amazing in a pair of kitten scrubs. Why this one? A sheepishly adorable Clint, an adorably grouchy Bucky, and the cutest Lucky in a pair of reindeer antlers to ever attend a holiday festival make for the most fluff-and-feels-filled fic, possibly ever. A dash of misunderstanding, a sprinkle of enemies-to-lovers, and you're in for a fic streaming from the hallmark channel straight to your ao3 account.

Lucky in Love by: @drgrlfriend length: 59k | rating: E | tags: no powers au, mutual recovery, PTSD, depression, veteran!Bucky, h/c, roommates, pining, touch-starved, canon disabilities summary excerpt: Clint is only a couple of sips into his cardboard cup of coffee, his brain barely out of neutral, which is probably why it takes him so long to realize that some damn psycho is trying to kidnap his dog. Why this one? This classic au blends a variety of canon and fandom favorite tropes in a beautiful story of mutual recovery. Lucky brings Clint and Bucky together in a disaster of a meet-cute, and is there to support them through every nightmare, every flashback, and every shaky and sweet step towards trust and healing. bonus: art by @drizzledrawings

The next nine fluff-filled fics are sorted in descending order by length.

Look What The Cat Dragged In by: @flawedamythyst length: 22k | rating: G | tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Lucky, Alpine, co-raising a cat with the Winter Soldier

Making Me a Habit by: @kangofu-cb length: 20k | rating: T | tags: war vet! Bucky, Clint owns an animal shelter, no powers au, PTSD, kittens, + 1 ferret, bonus: art by @soapyquartz and art by CountessofLovelace and art by noxnthea

Barking Mad by: @xria-rose length: 4k | rating: T | tags: magic, pre-relationship, established stony, Steve and Tony are turned into a dog and cat

Ready to Hear it by: @noxnthea length: 3.7k | rating: T | tags: feelings realization, love confessions, Clint treating Lucky like his therapist

How to Prevent Sugar Bloom by: @tawryn length: 3.7k | rating: E | tags: flipped A/B/O, humor, dog park meet cute/disaster, STEVE IS A LITERAL DOG

Winter Puppy by: @pherryt length: 3.5k | rating: G | tags: werewolves, towerfic, Clint wants a dog so bad he's willing to believe the random wolf in the tower is one

Modern Drift by: @claraxbarton length: 2k | rating: T | tags: alpine, no powers au, Nurse!Bucky, pre-relationship, covid, best cat dad Bucky

Five Facts You Need to Know About Clint and Bucky by: @skylarkevanson length: 1.8k | rating: G | tags: domestic fluff, one fact is=Clint is the type of man who stops in the street to pet every dog

it's got to be you(r cat) by: atheoryon length: 1k | rating: G | tags: no powers au, firefighter! Bucky, meet-cute, alpine is not stuck on a fire escape

What other animal or pet related fics would you include? reblog or add in the comments for your fellow readers!

Find other themed winterhawk samplers here. Suggest fics for us to include on future lists here!

#winterhawk samplers #winterhawk #clint/bucky #clint x bucky #clintucky #winterhawk fanfiction #fic list #pet fic #lucky the pizza dog #alpine barnes #bucky barnes #clint barton #fluff fic #avengers fanfiction #no powers au #it wasn't until we had this list ready that we realized all the featured fics featured lucky #unintentional dog over cat preferences oops

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drgrlfriend · 3 years ago

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Freedom's Reach - Chapter Ten!

Chapter 10 of my @winterhawk-olympic-bang fic, Freedom's Reach, is posted -- featuring another gorgeous artwork by the amazing g. w. hells! Excerpt:

Bucky had another nightmare last night, and he spent the rest of the evening pacing restlessly, unable to settle. When he gets back from his ride with Steve he thinks he might just lay down on the settee for a moment to rest, but then Lucky jumps up and settles on his chest, and the weight of the puppy is so warm and soft and comfortable that Bucky can’t bear to dislodge him.

He blinks his eyes to find the room purple with the soft light of dusk, Clint standing in the doorway. His face is in shadow, but he’s leaning against the door jamb like he’s been there awhile, just watching the two of them nap.

“What time is it?” Bucky asks, his voice raspy. Lucky grunts at the noise, but then settles back to sleep with a contented sigh.

“Almost seven.” Clint’s voice is soft, as if not to wake the pup. “I’ll put dinner on. You fellas take your time.”

Bucky can almost hear the edge of laughter in his voice, and he feels like he should protest, but Lucky is still soft and warm on his chest, and he’s pleasantly drowsy, so he just smiles at Clint. “Thanks.”

Clint straightens up, peeling his long lean body from the door jamb. He makes his way over to the settee, and perches on the edge, body warm against Bucky’s hip. And Bucky might still be a little bit asleep; it feels almost like he’s dreaming, everything slow and a little syrupy as Clint leans over him, eyes so blue and bright, face soft with affection.

He leans down and Bucky thinks for a moment — but no, Clint is just pressing a kiss to the top of Lucky’s head.

He lifts his head again and Bucky thinks for a moment about being the one to breach the distance between them, to move forward and press a kiss to that smiling mouth.

But then the moment is gone as Clint stands up, giving Bucky a final smile before he turns and leaves the room.

Bucky sighs. Lucky opens his one eye and regards him steadily, looking like he knows more than he should.

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shatteredhourglass · 4 years ago

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winterhawk kiss 11 pls!!!!!!!!!!

Something wet is touching his face.

“Ugh,” Bucky says. “Get your damn dog off the bed, Barton.”

“Lucky’s at Kate’s, remember?” Clint murmurs, sleep-rough and right against his cheek. “Just you and me, baby.”

Bucky vaguely remembers that Clint drools in his sleep. Oh yeah. That’s real sexy. Why is he going out with this guy again? Maybe it’s time to rethink whatever those reasons were, because he definitely isn’t seeing them here. Although to be fair, he’s not seeing anything because he refuses to open his eyes – whatever time it is, it’s too early for these shenanigans. And he’s on holidays besides.

‘Holidays’ meaning that he’d lied to Sam about catching a cold and begged a few days off. He’s pretty sure Sam knows he doesn’t catch colds, but neither of them had wanted to discuss Bucky’s sex life – especially considering who his sex life involves. (At first Sam had been horrified that Bucky had worked his way through half the team, and then he’d been even more horrified that Bucky had decided that Hawkeye of all of them, was the one he wanted to keep.)

“Least you could do is let me sleep in,” Bucky mutters as Clint presses his lips against Bucky’s eyelid. “The fuck are you doing?”

“Too early to open my eyes,” Clint says.

“Uh huh,” Bucky responds, unimpressed.

The next kiss hits him on the nose and Bucky gives up on the dream of sleeping in, reaches up to hook his hand around the back of Clint’s neck and guide him down until their lips are meeting in a proper kiss.

(It’s not that terrible of a fate, not really.)

Send me a kiss number and a pairing!

#they're awful #clint is not sexy!!!#not today!!!#i am taking a stand #no they're very cute and we love them #shg writing snippets #shg writes winterhawk

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aki-draws-things · 3 years ago

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Whumptober 2021

Prompt(s): 08. exotic illness, 10. ice chips, 24. flashbacks

Fandom: MCU

Ship: winterhawk

Extra: @miii-chaaan I made an extra chapter for the hanahaki disease fic, focusing on what I left open in the actual fic.... Unfortunately that fic calls for neverending cliffhangers so dive in it carefully. I've spent the past 3 days working on it, but after October I'll probably go and fix mistakes and typos and post it properly.

Strange as it might be, Winter dreamed. He could hardly remember those dreams when he woke up, they felt distorted and distant, but they were there. He also knew dreams were a side effect of his time out of cryo freeze, and he didn't exactly mind them. More time to spend with the team? He'd take even the most gruesome nightmares for that.

His dreams were hardly nightmares, the little things he remembered. There were people, people Winter knew, he was sure of that, familiar faces in familiar places, he just couldn't grasp them long enough to keep them in his mind.

There was one thing recurring, over and over. Purple flowers blossoming in a snowy landscape. Winter blamed the curse that almost killed Jack for that. And he feared those dreams sometimes, fearing he would see the snow turn bloody red and melt, and those beautiful flowers who now he had planted in the compound garden with jack, wilt and die. It never happened, but dreams were beyond human's control, maybe one day it will. Winter dreaded that day.

"isn't there someone else you love?"

Clint chuckled, petals slipping out of his mouth like he had just swallowed a handful as a dare, to see how much he could fit in his mouth. Darcy felt her lips tremble. She liked him, and not because he technically was her boss, she actually liked him, as a human. Bit of a disaster but nice, caring. She saw how caring he was toward strike alpha. How protective.

"No Darce, I told you already. James, James, and only James."

"but you also said he's gone. Wouldn't he want you to move on and love someone?"

Oh, yes. Yes his James would. But gone had many meanings, and not always it was death.

"I tried." he admitted. "I really tried, but..."

He held the necklace with the dog tags and the ring between them, close enough she could see, far enough she wouldn't be able to read the last name on it. Too many questions to answer afterward.

"must have been quite amazing." darcy finally said, here smile didn't quite reach her eyes, but Clint smiled back anyway. Yeah, his James was truly amazing.

Jay yawned and settled in Winter's arms as he quietly rocked him to sleep. Clint couldn't help but smile at that.

"you're great with kids, Winter."

"I... I think I had a child, once... Or something. A small kid."

Winter blinked a couple of times, the memory was there indeed, a dark haired boy running around a safe house. A kid looking up at him in wonder and love. Clint's smile faltered an instant, something like hope flashed in his eyes. Maybe, just maybe... But Winter said nothing else and he didn't pressed.

"well, you're good, Winter."

He nodded, smiled at Clint. There was something about that, about the archer, something Winter felt drawn to, he just couldn't explain what.

"you good Clint?" Brock asked slipping away from the rest and outside to the archer.

"oh, yeah... Yeah I'm good Leo." he smiled, sadly. "I'm good. Why do you--"

"papa-- James. He kind of remembers some things, sometimes... Like the kid. Me." Clint chuckled.

"still calling him papa, mh? That's kinda cute you know?" then he coughed.

"you said it wasn't catching."

Darcy almost yelped, almost. She turned and tried to look surprised, but there was something in Brock's eyes...

"I said I don't think it's contagious..." she specified, looking away.

"did you know?"

"I... No. I noticed someth--"

Brock gave a small, bitter laughter and she fell silent again.

"you're such a bad liar, Darcy." she swallowed. That wasn't good in their job, in their, her new position. Definitely not good.

"he asked me to keep it quiet." she admitted looking at her hands.

"yeah... Bet he did it."

"I'm not lying!"

"I know. And I know him." there was something darcy was unsure of in his voice. Resignation.

Clint shivered and curled under the blankets. He felt his body burning no more than five minutes before, and now he was freezing. Not to mention the pounding headache that made him feel like he had a live heavy metal band in his skull. Nor the choking feeling that made him clear his throat every couple of minutes.

It was mostly the cold in that moment. And the fact that he was thirsty. And his legs too heavy to leave the bed and go to the kitchen and grab some water only to choke on it like the last time he drank.

He rolled over in the bed, dragging the blankets as he moved and noticed the figure standing awkwardly on the door.

"hey... Something's wrong?" he asked, pushing himself up as much as the blanket's cocoon allowed him to.

"yes." winter walked inside with a bowl in hand, he kneeled by the bed and looked at clint's reddened cheeks. "you're sick."

Clint smiled and shivered again.

"yeah... Caught a bit of cold I guess."

"cold doesn't make you vomit blood."

Clint wanted to laugh, but that would make him cough, and flowers and blood come up.

"did you catch what lieutenant Rollins had?"

His voice sounded small and scared, nothing compared to the fearsome winter soldier, but Clint knew that voice. It felt both painful and comforting now.

"perhaps I did."

He smiled, but Winter didn't. His hand went to Clint's forehead, down to his cheeks, his fingers stopped a moment longer over his lips before moving to the neck. Gentle, careful, familiar. Clint remembered a time when James fingers would trace his face and body, when his eyes were soft and loving.

"you're burning up. Lieutenant Rollins didn't end up with a fever. Your lips are dry."

He took an ice chip from the bowl and hold it to his mouth.

"this will help... Or so Specialist Jenkins said."

Clint let the ice melt slowly in his mouth. It wasn't like drinking a whole glass, but somehow it was better. He wouldn't choke on it hopefully.

"is there anything I can do?"

Clint blinked, Winter slid another ice chip between his lips, he almost said yes. He almost said "please love me". He almost said "please, remember me".

"can you hold me?" Clint asked. "I feel so cold, could you---"

Leaving the bowl on the night stand Winter climbed in the bed behind him, he snuggled close and wrapped Clint in his arms before pulling the blankets on them.

"thank you Winter..." clint whispered, closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep, his back against his strong chest, feeling the heart beat against his skin and his arms around him. He closed his eyes and dreamed he was back in his James' arms. It would be so easy if he was, Clint would not be sick, for a start, he would roll over and hug him back, he would curl over him, his head carefully placed under james' chin. Everything would be so much easier.

Winter didn't sleep, he mentally counted the minutes passing, he counted the heartbeats and the shaky breaths. He was right, Jack didn't end up with a fever, but how long did the Hawk hid that from them? Since he came to rescue Jack? It had been months since then. Somehow this sickness took hold slower on him, but it didn't go easier. Perhaps the fever was something not related, just a bit of cold as he said. Winter didn't like it anyway, he saw what it did to Jack, he saw what almost happened, how weak and frail and helpless it made him before they fixed it.

Wipe after wipe Winter forgot of them, everytime, his mind was blank and it existed only orders and mission, but the Hawk was adamant in letting him stay out of cryo freeze, away from the Chair unless it was absolutely necessary, Winter heard him talk with Alexander Pierce once, he sounded angry and scary, dangerous.

"it's the old way. I know what I'm doing." he said. Winter didn't know what that old way was, but it felt familiar. He didn't know if he really managed to convince the man with just words or if part of it laid in the pocket knife he saw him play with and in the coldness of his eyes.

Winter couldn't understand, but laying in bed like that, spooning him, holding him close felt more familiar than anything. He couldn't place it but it was something he wanted to remember, to keep in his mind. And yet it also felt like it was there already.

Clint coughed. He trembled in his hold and coughed harder, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and the choking feeling woke him up. He fought the arms wrapped around him, bent out of the bed and tried to free his airway with more powerful coughs. Winter was still there behind him, he felt him move, hold him from the shoulders, his hand caressing the sweaty forehead and the hair plastered to it.

It took long, endless minutes before cough subsided and Clint slumped against him. He gently pressed something cold, more ice chips, against his lips.

"you're alright... You'll be alright." he murmured against his shoulder, still holding him close. Clint weakly lifted a hand and brushed the fingers through his long hair.

"yeah James... You're here, of course I will..." before Winter could ask him who this James was, Clint was unconscious on him.

James, Winter thought, cleaning his face from the blood and laying him down again, James was familiar too. Maybe someone he used to know? One of the team from before? Maybe... Maybe if he found that James, the young Hawk would be alright.

"commander..."

Winter stood on attention, waiting for rumlow to turn around, and yet his voice was hesitant.

"what is it Winter?"

"specialist Barton, sir. He's... He's sick." Brock sighed and turned.

"yes, he.. Yes. What about that Winter?"

"he mentioned someone while being delirious. A name, James. - he didn't notice rumlow swallow again. - I thought maybe if we find that person he will..."

"winter." rumlow said, and he stood on attention again, arms stiff against his side, hands closed in fists. "there's no James to find. Don't bother."

"but--"

"enough. Dismissed, Soldat."

Winter gave a quick nod of the head, swiftly turned and left the room.

Rumlow took a shuddering breath, a small, choked sob escaping his throat. He almost wished Winter disobeyed, he knew he wouldn't.

It wasn't the last time Clint said the name around Winter, it slipped out sometimes, when the sickness was unbearable for him, or the fever too high, he always said the name in such a sweet tone that Winter felt a pang in his chest, he almost wished it was his name he-- no. No, he couldn't think that, he reprimanded himself. And yet he wanted to be close to Clint, he liked having him around, he liked the trust he seemed to have in him, the way he asked to be held event though Winter could easily harm him. There was something... Something. Something laying there, in the back of his mind, fuzzy and distorted, wrapped in a bubble and showed further and further. There was--

One day Clint coughed, and he stumbled, he fell to his knees, vomiting blood over the floor. Blood and purple flowers, like it happened before. Except he didn't stop, he couldn't stop. He clawed at his own throat and gasped and choked. The room was in uproar, screams and hands trying to help him, to held him up, voices begging for-- for something, for help.

Winter felt frozen. He couldn't move, he couldn't think, he felt like his body wasn't his anymore, he felt pain, sharp, piercing, stabbing him in the chest, through the heart. He felt himself falling, from a train, from a plane, falling falling falling--

"good shot, he says!"

"have you seen that, Soldat?"

Laughter echoing in the silence of a snowy land, a snowmobile humming to life, speeding, a room with white walls and a table and a bed, an IV line with a light blue liquid on one side and red blood on the other.

"James! Oh, please, James!"

Flickering colored lights, a Christmas tree and some little packets in colorful paper wrap under it, wooden floors, little feet scrambling through the rooms.

"papa!"

"my. My James, I think I love you."

Fireworks. Purple flowers, fingers intertwined.

"how long did it take us?"

"enough. Does it matter? We're here."

Here. Winter felt tears fall, he shook his head, the voices overlapped in his mind, Clint's arms gave out, he fell, caught in the commanders arms, turned on his back, his face so pale, the blood so red coming from his mouth. He barely gasped anymore, he shivered, his eyes rolled back in his head.

Winter's arm hurt suddenly, an old gun wound aching painfully. Blue eyes, clear as the sky, a smile he loved so dearly, falling further from him. His feet moved before his brain could catch up with the order, he dropped on his knees next to clint's body, he didn't have to fight the commander when he gathered him in his arms, rumlow gave a pained whine, a sound that felt like a stab. Barton trembled just slightly, gurgled, he tried to clean his mouth, uselessly.

"are you alright, Little Hawk?"

A kid, with blue eyes cold as ice, and a bow in hand. A grin on his face, like he pulled the best prank ever. Laughters, more laughter.

"I trust you James. You and no one else."

"I have no name. No past."

Flashcards, spread over the blankets, a small voice copying his pronunciation. Growing stronger, better, familiar, almost native.

"you will shape the century."

"what happened, my Clint?"

"I did my duty."

"mission report."

"don't ask, James. Don't."

"mission report, December 16th."

Snow. Sun. Flower. Wild. Shine. Sleep. White.

"yastreb. It means Hawk. It'll be your name from now on."

Yastreb.

Winter choked a sob, he bent over until his forehead touched clint's, he grasped at his sleeve weakly, his mouth moving without a spund, Winter knew what he was saying anyway, he nodded without knowing if he could see him or not, tears falling and mixing with the blood.

"it's alright..." he murmured, softly, broken, almost desperate. "shhh.. It's--" he sniffled, kissed his head, clint's hand let go of the sleeve slowly.

"flowers bloom beneath the snow."

He whispered in Russian, words flowing like a prayer, soft and quiet. Clint went limp in his hold.

#whumptober2021 #No.8 #No.10 #No.24 #Exotic illness #Ice chips #Flashbacks #Marvel #Fic #Emeto tw #Blood tw #Winterhawk #Hanahaki disease #A little sequel to the hydra husbands fic on ao3 #Mentions of winter soldier Clint au #Open ending #Aki writes

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feedmecookiesnow · 4 years ago

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6 Winterhawk for the prompt pls???

Bucky’s expecting three things, after this mission—a warm bed, a decent dinner, and a long, long sleep.

So when he stumbles into his room after almost thirty-six hours of high-adrenaline, heart-pounding mission excitement, he doesn’t really know what to do about the very naked, very asleep Clint Barton in his bed.

“Hey,” he finally says, throwing a pillow. “Barton.”

It hits him in the head, and Barton snaps awake in an instant. It’s adorable, really, the way his hair is sleep-tousled, eyes still bleary from dreams. He blinks a few times, then pats around on the nightstand, fitting a hearing aid into his right ear. “Bucket,” he says, voice rough and low. “Wha’s happenin’?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“S’my bed,” Barton says.

“No, Barton. It’s mine.” He gestures around. “This is my floor.”

“Huh?” He props himself up a little, scrubbing a hand over his eyes. Bucky watches, mildly amused despite his exhaustion. He can almost see the moment things click, the second that Barton puts together where he is.

"Fuck,” Barton says, and rolls over, making himself sit up. It’s clumsy and uncoordinated, and Bucky half wants to go over and tuck him back into bed, pull the covers over him and soothe him back to sleep. He doesn’t really care that Barton’s here—if he wasn’t so tired, a bigger part of him would be absolutely thrilled—and he honestly wouldn’t mind sleeping next to someone after a mission like that—

“Stay,” he says before he can really think about it.

Barton blinks, then reaches up and adjusts his hearing aid. “Huh?”

“Stay,” Bucky says again, a sense of certainty trickling through him. He goes to his dresser and pulls out a pair of sweatpants, tossing them in Barton’s direction. “Put these on and stay here. Sleep. It’s okay.”

Barton lets the sweatpants hit him in the face, which is also adorable. He fumbles with them a few seconds, his processing almost a visible thing, and then nods. “Okay. Right.”

They’re comically short on him—fucking height difference, why is Bucky always the short one these days?—but they fit, and as soon as they’re on, Bucky strips off his own tac gear and slides into the other side of the bed. There’s a valley of distance between them, an ocean of blanket, a chasm he’s not sure he’s allowed to cross—

Barton rolls over, flopping on top of him. “Warm,” he says, in a tone that means he’s not going anywhere for a while. Bucky would argue, but he doesn’t want to. He just adjusts him to something more comfortable, then reaches up to brush the hair from his face.

“Sleep,” he murmurs, soft as anything.

Barton’s already snoring.

#winterhawk #cookiewrites #anonask #prompt fill

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thepartyresponsible · 5 years ago

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this fill is for verdantmoth, who asked for winterhawk. so here’s an alternate timeline where clint goes awol after the battle of new york, and, eventually, he and bucky end up working for the same circus.

Bucky falls in with the circus when it tours through Bucharest. It’s a mutually beneficial arrangement. They need manual labor and dependable security, someone intimidating enough to scare off troublemakers but not likely to cause trouble himself. And Bucky needs to move and keep moving, needs to eat, needs to sleep.

It’s still cold, so nobody asks any questions about his long sleeves and gloves. Nobody asks any questions at all, really. Except the archer.

As far as Bucky can clock, the archer is the only American traveling with the circus. He’s tall and blonde and muscular and handsome, has spiderwebs of old scars across his knuckles and elbows, lightning-forks of long-healed knife wounds across the blades of his forearms. He speaks Spanish like he learned it in public school, French like he learned it in Louisiana, Russian like he learned it in prison, and English like he’s fresh from Midwestern farmland, like sometimes he likes vowels so much he can’t quite let them go.

His name’s Clint. He gives a different last name every time someone asks.

“And what did you say your name was?” Clint asks, early on, with a half-smile like he knows damn well Bucky never gave one.

“James,” he says, because that’s what he read off the plaque at the museum before he caught a freighter heading east out of Boston.

“Uh-huh,” Clint says. His smile grows roots and blooms, and there’s no aggression in his eyes, but there’s a watchfulness, a weighing-up. “Your parents give you a last name, James?”

“Rogers,” Bucky says, because he figures last names are about families, and Steve Rogers is the only thing that makes him feel homesick.

“Got it,” Clint says. But he doesn’t sound like he believes it.

Clint isn’t in his way very often. He just checks in, from time to time. He must be watching Bucky more than he’s letting Bucky see, because he tends to materialize on particularly bad nights. He brings beer or sometimes whiskey, cigarettes to share. One time, he brings a bottle of clear alcohol in an old jelly jar, and it’s so potent that it almost – almost – has an effect.

“You should be careful with that,” Bucky says, when the bottle’s half gone. Every time he sips, his lips go numb and then sting for a handful of heartbeats. He can’t imagine what it’s doing to Clint, who, despite his perfect aim and perfect arms, doesn’t seem to be enhanced.

“Oh, careful,” Clint says. He half-hums, half-sighs the second syllable of the word, flat on his back on top of his trailer and staring up at the stars.

It’s a strange thing, the night sky. Sometimes, when Bucky looks up, he gets flashes of being here before. Europe was different then. The geography, the buildings. The people. The stars were brighter, he thinks. When they weren’t cloaked over with smoke and ash.

“No fucking use being careful, James,” Clint says. He’s smiling when he says it, but it’s not one of the smiles Bucky likes.

“Plenty of use,” Bucky says. He picks the jelly jar up and relocates it to the other side of his hip. If Clint wants it back, he’ll have to crawl over Bucky to get it. And, as far as Bucky can tell, they haven’t progressed quite that far yet.

“You’re careful,” Clint says, more like a confession than an accusation, “and you’re good, and you work real fucking hard. You try to do things right. And you know what fucking happens?”

What happens is you fall off a train in the Swiss Alps, and HYDRA cuts your mangled arm off with no anesthetic, and they set your brain on fire over and over again until the ashes fall in an arrangement they can use.

“No,” Bucky says. “What happens?”

Clint breathes out, slow and even. Controlled. “You ever fuck up so bad you can’t let people look at you anymore?”

Bucky closes his eyes, and it’s like a lightshow on his eyelids. Faces of all the people he’s killed. We’re building a better world.

Sometimes, he has nightmares. And it should be the things he’s done. It should be all the blood, the kill shots into civilians, the families he’s put down. But it never is. The thing that scares him the most is Steve Rogers, reaching for him. Steve Rogers, with his own blood on his face. Cuz I’m with you til the end of the line.

Sometimes he dreams that Steve finds him, and it scares him so fucking bad he has to go on half-mile, one-mile, two-mile, and five-mile perimeter checks, circling broader and broader and then back in. Can’t sleep for shit after, has to work into the red-gray of exhaustion just to make himself stand down.

Someday, Steve Rogers is going to find him, and he’s going to call him Bucky Barnes, and Bucky doesn’t know what the hell he’s going to do.

He can’t fit back into that skin. They cut him out of it. There’s not enough left to stitch shut.

He can live with being a monster, just so long as nobody knows he used to be a man.

“You don’t like when people look at you?” Bucky asks, because he’s been learning about tightrope walking since he joined up, and what he’s learned is that you don’t look down, don’t think about the rope until you have to.

“Well.” Clint props himself up on his elbows, looks over, and grins, crooked and inviting. If there are ghosts at the backs of his eyes, Bucky chooses not to see them. “I don’t mind when you look.”

Bucky likes watching Clint shoot. He doesn’t go to the shows, because he can’t tolerate the noise of them, the crowd, all the variables he’d need to track to feel safe in a place like that. But nobody cares what he does for long portions of the day, so he finds himself watching Clint practice, sometimes.

He never startles him, and he never tries too. But he doesn’t make a big production about showing up to sit in the grass of whatever field Clint’s found and watch as he nails bullseye after bullseye.

“You ever wanna try, James,” Clint says, once, “just let me know.”

But Bucky isn’t interested in a bow, doesn’t want anything like a weapon in his hands. And he doesn’t break that habit until a bar outside Bratislava, when he’s antsy, feeling exposed, and wishing he hadn’t let Clint’s blue eyes drag him out from the comfortable, anonymous trailer he shares with two hulking Russians who never speak to him beyond asking, politely, what groceries he would like them to pick up.

“They want you, too,” Clint says, half-drunk and animated, gesturing over his shoulder to a pair of locals he’s befriended.

Bucky must make some kind of face, because Clint immediately laughs. “To play,” he says. “Jesus, James. They wanna play doubles. Darts, not a foursome. I wouldn’t just barter you off like that. Not for two beers, come on.”

And he seems happy. Loose-limbed, even-keeled. There’s a misery that comes over him, sometimes, but it’s not here now. And Bucky doesn’t want to ruin that for him. Clint, whatever his secrets, whatever it is he thinks he’s done, is sweet and good-natured and patient with children and stray animals. Good, in all the ways Bucky thinks he used to be, too.

He’s nice. And Bucky isn’t, but Clint makes him want to remember how.

The darts feel like nothing in his hand. Lightweight, not dangerous. He could take out an eye with one, but the tips are so blunted that he’s not sure he could make a killshot. Maybe if he used his left.

Probably if he used his left.

He uses his right. Clint, who’s a showoff even when he isn’t drunk, alternates between hands. They outpace the Slovakians so bad that they laugh off the idea of a rematch, and Clint tightens his hand around Bucky’s wrist and tugs him out into the alley behind the bar.

It’s not that Clint’s mouth on his is a surprise, exactly. But there’s a difference in logically knowing something is likely to happen and actually facing the reality of its arrival. It’s surprising the way Christmas is surprising, like homecoming after long travel or recovery after weeks of illness.

Sometimes hoping for a thing makes it feel impossible.

But Clint’s mouth is insistent, soft and playful. Confident. He tastes like cheap beer, and his hands curl around Bucky’s hips like they’re staking some kind of claim.

“Goddamn, James,” Clint says, mouthing his way down to Bucky’s neck. “You’re a fucking sniper, huh? Been holding out. You never said.”

Something happens at the word sniper. Bucky’s here, and he’s on a ridge, with a rifle, watching Steve give away his position by saluting right the hell at him. Because of course he did. Because Steve plays soldier, but he hasn’t lost one. Not yet.

“Hey,” Clint says. His lips move against the skin of Bucky’s throat, and Bucky flinches, backpedals straight into the brick wall behind him, and he’s not trapped, not in any danger, but numbers rise up in his throat, a serial number that wants out, and he’s too busy swallowing the whole mess of it back down to tell Clint that it’s okay, that he’s fine, that it doesn’t mean anything, it’s just his useless fucking brain misfiring.

“Hey,” Clint says, again. “Are you--”

His hand curls comfortingly around Bucky’s shoulder, but he’s touching the metal arm. He probably can’t feel the cold of it through the thick fabric of Bucky’s jacket, not the way Bucky can feel it every morning, as the metal leeches warmth from his skin, but Clint’s smart, and observant, and it’s only so long before he figures out there’s something wrong about him.

“I gotta,” Bucky says, accent swerving way too far into Brooklyn. “I need to go,” he says, and that’s not even in English. That’s Russian. He’s so far gone that he’s speaking Russian. To Clint. Jesus.

“Okay,” Clint says, hands up, moving back. “That’s fine, James. I’ll just settle up inside, and then we’ll--”

But Bucky’s going to have to pay him back, because he can’t stay. He can’t. He shifts past him, jarring him with his shoulder because his depth perception’s fucked, and then he’s up the alley and gone.

He doesn’t watch Clint shoot anymore. And when Clint tries to find him, Bucky finds ways to make that difficult until, after a week or so, Clint stops trying.

HYDRA tracks him down outside of Vilnius, and Bucky isn’t ready for them. He has a knife at his side and a knife at his back, but his guns are in his trailer, in a locked trunk. The children of the circus are nosy, and friendly, and fond of him; he’d wanted to keep the guns as far from them as possible.

“Soldat,” one of them says. His accent is American. He’s only using Russian now to make it clear he knows the words that’ll rewrite Bucky’s brain. “It’s time to come in for recalibration.”

There are times, even now, when Bucky wants that. He isn’t getting better in a linear fashion. It’s a scattershot, a splatter pattern. Somedays he wakes up, and all he wants is a mission. It was easier then.

But he knows what manner of mission they would give him. And beyond that, he remembers the chair. Steve Rogers may have walked willingly into the machine that unmade him, but he only had to do it once. Bucky’s not sure even Steve’s bravery would’ve held out the tenth time, the fiftieth.

“No,” he says, because he might as well, while he has the chance. While his mouth still belongs to him, he might as well use it.

“Soldat,” the man says, again. And there’s an expression on his face like he’s disappointed, but his eyes are eager, and laughing.

“Gentlemen,” Clint says. He’s beyond the circle of HYDRA agents, fifteen feet back, with his bow in his hands. “Show’s not for another four hours, and he’s not part of it anyway. Time to move on.”

“He’s an old friend,” the leader says. “We’re taking him home.”

“You’re taking him nowhere,” Clint says. Casual, bored, and vaguely annoyed. Like he’s caught someone slipping into the tent without tickets.

“And you’re going to stop us?” the man asks. He’s half-laughing, and it’s well-earned. Clint’s in old sweatpants and a purple hoodie; his hair’s tufted up on one side like he was asleep ten minutes ago. “With your bow and your blunted arrows? I’m not afraid of bruises. Why don’t you--”

The arrow sprouts from his eye like a sapling. Burrows straight through into his skull. He jerks and topples over, dies on the fall down.

“That one was blunted,” Clint says, with that same irritated tone. “The rest aren’t. Got a few that blow up, too. You guys wanna see ‘em?”

There’s a single moment of stillness. The tense bit of pause between realization and reaction. Bucky takes out his knives, and the Winter Soldier goes to work.

They don’t really speak until after they get a motel room in Bialystok. Clint arranges it, chatting in Polish to the desk clerk. He sounds like a native speaker, and Bucky stands there with his bag on his back and reflects on the fact that Clint’s accent was always a choice.

“Look,” Clint says, once they’re in the room. There’s one bed, but Bucky doesn’t think the plan is to sleep. The plan, probably, is to split up. To create a record of them checking in here and then rabbit off in separate directions. Bucky thinks maybe he’ll backtrack into Lithuania or dash down south to Ukraine, maybe catch a flight and leapfrog anywhere.

“We are in,” Clint continues, “kind of a complicated situation.”

“Not that complicated,” Bucky says. “You should head west. I’ll go east.”

Clint’s eyebrows snap together. “I blew my cover all to hell for you,” he says. “We’re not splitting up now, Barnes.”

And Bucky never, ever gave Clint that name.

“Hey,” Clint says. “Hey, fuck you, don’t look at me like that. I’m not a threat to you. I’m just not a Goddamn idiot. James Rogers, are you kidding?”

Bucky saw Clint fight. They left seven men dead, and most of those were Clint’s kills. But in close quarters, Bucky’s better. And in every arena, he’s hardier.

“I don’t blame you,” Clint says, which doesn’t make sense. “For fucking off. I did it, too. But if HYDRA can find you, SHIELD can find you. And if either gets close, Tony Stark’s gonna know about it. If Stark knows, Steve knows, and--- just listen. Jesus.”

Bucky can’t help the way he flinches. Steve’s face, bloodied up. Steve, reaching out, because Bucky wears the face of a dead man, and Steve thinks there’s something left to grab onto.

“We have to go back,” Clint says. He sounds tired. He looks tired. “We were always gonna have to. Better to go than be dragged, Barnes.”

“You,” Bucky says, and then stops. Thinks it through. He knows all of Steve’s Avengers, but there was one who went missing after New York. Hawkeye. HYDRA had marked him down as dead; SHIELD had him as MIA, presumed KIA.

He was blonde, and muscular, and deadly with a bow.

“Hawkeye?” he asks. “You’re dead.”

Clint grimaces at the name and then smiles. “Well, look at that,” he says. “Guess it’s prophecy, right? ‘One fine morning in the middle of the night, two dead men got up to fight.’”

Bucky blinks at him. “Is that what we’re gonna do?” Bucky has a bag of weapons on his back, and he doesn’t want to use any of them. He can feel the blood of the dead HYDRA agents on his hands, hot and slippery, damning. “We’re gonna fight?”

Clint shrugs. When he smiles, his mouth is aw-shucks, but his eyes are aw, hell. “Well,” he says. “Not each other, I hope.”

Bucky thinks, of all things, about the feel of Clint’s mouth against his, the warmth of him, the way he used to look over at Bucky like he was something worth earning instead of something he deserved to keep.

It’s only after he realizes he doesn’t want to fight Clint that his brain starts working on how he’d do it, if he had to. It’s been years and years since he prioritized an emotional reaction over a practical one.

“No,” Bucky says. “I don’t want to.”

“Good,” Clint says. “Me either.”

It sounds so easy when Clint says it. Like that’s a choice he thinks they get to make. But Bucky will hurt anyone he’s aimed at.

“I can’t,” he says. “I’m not--- I’ll do whatever they tell me to do. I’m not safe. I don’t always have control. I kill good people.”

Clint’s smile hooks up wide, but it’s the ugliest one Bucky’s seen yet. Cutting like scalpel. Crooked and hateful and sad. “Well, hell, Barnes,” he says, “we’re a pair. It’s like we were made for each other.”

The way Clint says it makes it sound like a sentencing, but it bounces back and forth between Bucky’s ribs like a promise.

He doesn’t know what Clint did. He doesn’t even know everything he’s done himself. But he thinks, if they were made for each other, that’s better than being made for no one at all.

But, still. He has to say it. He can’t let good things happen just because they’re easy. “If I hurt you--”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Clint says, jaw tightening. “It’s never me that gets hurt.”

And Bucky figures that’s not true. But he understands. It’s the same for him. He does get hurt. HYDRA used to hurt him all the time. But he hurt other people worse, so, in the scale of things, what happened to him doesn’t matter. After all, he lived through it.

“HYDRA’s gonna come looking for me,” he says. It’s a warning, the last one he has.

Clint shrugs it aside like it’s nothing. “Good. That’ll make them easy to find.”

“I’m not worth all this,” he says. And that’s not a warning. It’s a confession.

“Me either,” Clint says, with a smile. “Like I said, Barnes. We’re a pair.”

Maybe they are, and maybe they aren’t. Maybe they’re just going to get each other killed. But Bucky has nightmares about Steve, because he’s not ready for Steve to see what he’s become. Clint’s had a good long look at what Bucky is now, and he doesn’t know enough to be disappointed or disgusted.

A pair of killers, a pair of failures. A pair of people who kill people better than themselves.

Bucky doesn’t know what he deserves, after everything he’s done. But Clint, at least, deserves not to be alone.

“Okay,” he says. He doesn’t know how the hell he’d even begin to say no, when Clint’s looking at him like he’s the last chance he’s got. “Okay, yeah,” he says. “We’ll stick together.”

Maybe, this time, they’ll get to stay that way.

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ialwayscomewhenyoucall · 4 years ago

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Space to Run, Space to Hide

fandom: marvel

pairing: winterhawk

~ 1.1k

Clint

He’s not running away. He’s not. He just needs some…

space.

Yeah. Space.

The city gets too close sometimes, so many people all shoved together, an overfilled bookshelf– no room to move, barely any room to breathe. Even the Tower, with its huge open floor plans and giant windows, just reminds him that he’s a rat in a cage. So sometimes he just has to grab Lucky and run– well, okay, fly– away for a while.

It has absolutely nothing to do with anything that may or may not have happened between him and a certain metal-armed supersoldier four days ago.

Nothing at all.

ii.

Clint

It feels good to work. Clint spends two days splitting wood, and it’s too exhausting to think of anything at all. He doesn’t even dream.

Then he repairs a barn door, a storm window, a porch step. He replaces two fence posts and cuts down a large, recently damaged tree. His muscles burn with the different kind of use and he falls into bed every night.

iii.

Lucky

Lucky runs and sprawls in sunlight. Sometimes his human throws ball or stick, sometimes they eat pizza, but mostly his human is busy doing human things. He does noisy things, or things with big sticks– sticks too heavy to throw– and that is boring, so Lucky chases rabbits. Or rolls in grass. He even chases a butterfly, but doesn’t really try to catch it. He just likes the way it moves.

After a whole day with big sticks Lucky brings his human a small stick. A chasing stick. He wags his tail and licks his human’s face.

I’m sorry boy. I’ve been ignoring you today, haven’t I.

Lucky’s human does magic ear scratches. Almost as good as pizza. When he stops Lucky licks his face again. Lucky likes the sounds his human makes when he gets licked.

Am I hiding out here, boy?

Lucky tilts his head. Does his human want something?

I didn’t mean to kiss him! It just… happened. He keeps making me coffee and he’s just so hot with his murder glare and his eyes peeking out from behind that fall of hair and he’s quiet but when he smiles I just–

Lucky tilts his head again. His human is looking at him, waiting, so Lucky gives a soft woof. His human buries his face in Lucky’s fur.

You’re right. Of course you’re right. I’ll call Tasha in the morning. She always knows what to do.

Tasha? Lucky knows that human. She brings good treats. Lucky wags his tail, gives another small woof.

Okay. Fine. I’ll call now. Come on boy, phone’s in the house.

iv.

Natasha

Took you long enough.

Silence.

A long silence.

But Natasha can wait forever, and Clint knows it. He’ll break first.

I did something stupid.

She holds in the laugh. I know that, little bird.

Tash, I… I kissed Bucky.

Kissing Bucky wasn’t the stupid thing, glupiy. running away after was the stupid thing. he’s–

But she stops, because maybe this part isn’t hers to tell.

You already know?

She doesn’t answer stupid questions.

Look. You need to come home. Hiding on the farm isn’t going to solve anything.

She hears his sigh, hears Lucky scratch and jingle his tags.

Not yet. Soon, maybe.

He hangs up without saying goodbye; she’s left staring out the window but all she sees is Clint and Bucky and a quinjet and an Iowa sunset– and she wonders if these four things are compatible.

Bucky

Natalia didn’t explain, just gave Bucky that look and told him to be ready to leave in twenty. Pack a bag, she’d said. So now he’s on a quinjet heading into the setting sun, feeling more nervous with each passing mile.

Because Natalia only gets this agitated for Clint Barton.

Barton’s been off the grid for over a week. Since that day in the kitchen–

Bucky closes his eyes, remembering. After Barton swallowed his mandatory giant mugs of coffee– two, seemingly without a breath– they’d decided to make breakfast for the team. So they’d been at the stove together, bumping elbows and cracking jokes and eggs all at once. They’d been laughing when they’d come face to face…

He’s glad Natalia is concentrating on landing… wherever it is they are. He can school his features, can wear his “soldat” mask, but he can’t stop the blush rising up his neck to his cheeks when he remembers that kiss. He’d been surprised, sure, but only for a fraction of a breath. Then he’d kissed back– and with enthusiasm.

They’re on the ground; Natalia’s flipping switches, settling the quinjet to its rest. I know where you sleep, she says casually. Just keep that in mind.

He doesn’t react at all– no twitch, no flinch– but she smiles, says, Good. We understand each other. The smile is all knives and poison.

He does understand. But he doesn’t need this warning from Natalia. He doesn’t want to hurt Barton.

He just wants to find out what it feels like to hold onto him. To kiss him again.

Maybe even…

But that is for later.

vi.

Clint

The sun is setting when the quinjet lands in his yard. He’s been expecting it; Tasha likes to “fix” things for him. She’s the most annoying big (little) sister he could ever ask for.

She’s lucky he loves her so much.

Here to knock me out and carry me home?

She gives her most innocent smile. He shivers.

I just came for a visit, little bird. Don’t be so paranoid.

We both know that’s a lie. He hugs her anyway, even kisses the top of her head, because she’s his Natasha.

And then Bucky walks off the plane.

vii.

Lucky

Lucky hears Tasha’s voice after the big noise stops, so he runs to the yard to see what is happening.

His human stands very still, looking at another human. Lucky sniffs the air, sneezes. The other human smells sharp. Tangy. Like shiny things that hurt to chew.

Bucky?

You didn’t say anything. You just ran away.

I–

It’s okay. I just– I thought maybe we could… try it again?

Lucky’s human sits down on the grass Hard. Did he fall? He falls sometimes.

Lucky checks to see if his human is okay.

He smells okay, no sick or hurt smells. Maybe it is time for pets. He lays on his human’s lap and yes, he gets pets. And the magic ear scratches. Lucky wags his tail.

Lucky wiggles himself around to lick his human’s face– but the human is in his way. Not Tasha, the other one. He’s on the grass too, with his face squished right up against Lucky’s human’s face.

Lucky flops down, huffs out his breath. He’s going to have to wait until later for more ear scratches.

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NaPoWriMo Day 23 || clint barton and space

for @wolfarrowepz

#lirael writes #napowrimo 2021 #winterhawk #free verse #poetry #marvel poetry #clint barton pov #bucky barnes pov #natasha romanov pov #lucky the pizza dog pov #mutual pining #fluff #clint's farm #natasha is a good bro #story in verse

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winterhawkremix · 5 years ago

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The time has come!

The collection has been opened up and all of the fics we have received are now available to be read... except no one knows who wrote what!

Here’s the full list of all the remixes that were created for this year’s Winterhawk Remix in alphabetical order. There are 18 fics in total, so that should keep you all going for a while, and maybe you’ll rediscover some old favourites when you see what has been remixed!

Note that, while we’ve included ratings, to conserve space, we have not included tags, so make sure you check them out when you click through! Fic responsibly, folks.

And now, without further ado...

Go forth and read!

[Remix of] Is That The Fangs I Get? (Rating: Teen) A remix of @downwarddnaspiral’s Is That the Fangs I Get? “He does know, right?” “Know what?” “That I’m a vampire.” ��Oh! Yeah. He’d have to, right?” Behind Bars (On The Other Side Remix) (Rating: Explicit) A remix of @captn-sara-holmes’s Behind Bars If Clint had known that hooking up with his cellmate would lead to escaping prison, making it all the way to Wakanda without being recaptured, and convincing King T'Challa and Captain America to let him stay once he got there, then he'd...well, he'd probably still have kissed the guy. Bucky was smoking hot, after all. Clint just really hopes he doesn't get mad when he finds out that Clint's been telling everyone he's Bucky boyfriend. Bottom of the Sea (just don’t go without me remix) (Rating: Teen) A remix of @verdantmoth’s bottom of the sea It was on his way out that he saw it. It looked pretty innocuous, like a bedroll or someone's discarded coat, but he knew it as soon as he saw it. His mom's had looked the same way, too long unworn and faded around the edges, but still silky smooth and beautiful in the right light. Clint limped over and grabbed the skin, draping it over his arms as best he could, trying not to touch it too much with his hands and the crusted-in blood under his fingernails. By Faith Alone (Rating: Teen) A remix of @badacts’ sola fide Bucky's daemon knows full well what he wants, but it's going to take a while for his head to get onboard with his heart.

Fractured, a Splintered Remix (Rating: Explicit) A remix of @flawedamythyst’s Splintered Clint touches something mystical at Dr. Strange's place and next thing Bucky knows, there are four extra Clints running around. He takes it upon himself to gather them up and help them come to some important realizations about the world. You know. Sexually. I dreamed I held you in my arms (Rating: Teen) A remix of @fadedsepia’s Like Sunshine He’s just about managed to focus on the mission, mentally reviewing the details of the target, when Clint strolls out of the bathroom, long and lean and — “You’re wearing that?” James finds himself saying. Clint stops short as he loops the purple aid around his ear and presses the earmold in, sky-blue eyes wide and startled. “Yeah? Why — is there something wrong with it?” James can’t help himself, his eyes wandering the slow course from head to toe. The dress shirt is mustard-yellow, linen so fine that it’s practically transparent. The collar is unbuttoned almost midway, showing the sharp jut of Clint’s collarbone and a slice of freckled chest below. The residual steam from the shower is already making the fabric cling to Clint’s incredible musculature. It’s fucking obscene. i hope i'll see you when it's light (the remix) (Rating: Teen) A remix of @nightwideopen’s i hope i’ll see you when it’s light After the fifth time they sleep together, Clint knows he’s in too deep. I Still Choose You (The Public Domain Remix) (Rating: Teen) A remix of @1000-directions’ i don’t have a choice (but i still choose you) Clint really didn't intend to do anything more than make a joke, but when his stupid 'soulmate' comment gets posted on social media, he ends up in a fake relationship with the one person he wishes really were his soulmate. Just Being Neighbourly (The Remix) (Rating: Teen) A remix of @mariana-oconnor’s Just Being Neighbourly Bucky can’t remember the last time he worked this hard to get somebody’s attention. He lowered the beaters into the mixing bowl with the speed setting turned up a little too fast, making his batter fling up in tiny flecks. “Jesus, again? What are you baking for now?” “Shut up, Stevie, and hand me the vanilla, damn it.” Make You Feel At Ease (Rating: General) A remix of @tintedglasses’ tell you truth, but never goodbye Just because it was Memorial Day and things in the past had definitely not been as kind to Bucky as they should have been didn’t mean that Steve needed to worry. But he also knew that man deserved a whole lot more good than that world had decided to give him. Novel Recognition (Rating: Teen) A remix of @lissadiane’s Blame It On Bad Luck Bucky tries to ignore the sudden change, the words that push to the surface of his skin some time between getting off work and getting Steve’s rail-thin ass up the stairs without falling or bruising any more of his best friend’s ribs, but… Why the fuck would it show up now? Bucky Barnes finally has a soulmate; someone he knows, but has yet to meet. Organic Chemistry (the remix of Improper Fractions) (Rating: Explicit) A remix of @cloud--atlas’s Improper Fractions Natasha's got a hot new roomate, and Clint's got a staring problem. The guy's a science teacher for fucks' sake. But if Clint doesn't get to suck his dick, he might actually die. Personal Security (Let's Go Steal Ourselves a Remix) (Rating: Teen) A remix of @kangofu-cb’s Personal Security Whatever his intentions, right now Clint’s a thief and a liar, and Bucky has worked hard to leave this kind of life behind him. It wouldn’t be fair to make a move right now. Push and Pull (Rating: Mature) A remix of @flowerparrish’s hey there, demons Bucky really wasn't expecting to see his one night stand at work the next day. right here, empty for days [a Written On My Heart remix] (Rating: Not Rated) A remix of @supervillainny’s Written on My Heart Soulmarks are funky lil' things. He can’t feel the lines on his skin, doesn’t know they’re there until he spots them. (Sometimes he thinks that’s a bit of a fluke on fate's part. What happens if ya miss ‘em? Or ya can’t see ‘em? Maybe fate knows though, which ones are meant to be seen.) safe and sound (finally safe remix) (Rating: Teen) A remix of @loonyloopylisa’s Finally Safe “I’m so sorry,” Clint says and it feels inadequate, but he doesn’t know what else to say. He thought he had a rough time waking up in that HYDRA cell, but at least he woke up somewhere else. He can’t imagine what it would be like to wake up in the same place he went to sleep, knowing that there’s no one else out there for him. “It wasn’t rare,” Bucky says, ducking his head slightly. “It was the thirties and healthcare wasn’t great and so it wasn’t rare for people’s soulmates to die before either of them reached twenty-one.” Bucky swallows hard again, his voice the quietest it’s been when he says, “But I guess I just never thought that it could happen to me.” susurrus (the one touch to know remix) (Rating: Teen) A remix of @drgrlfriend’s A Murmur in the Trees Sam Wilson has a nice place. It’s also conveniently located across the street from a small park with several old, heavily-in-leaf trees with an excellent vantage of his windows. Clint, settled high in the canopy in the vee between two sturdy branches, watches a weary, limping Cap arrive fresh from the hospital through binoculars. It’s embarrassing that this is what his life has come to. take a snapshot (dirty laundry remix) (Rating: Explicit) A remix of @thescarletwitch’s Take a Snapshot (If It Makes You Feel More At Home) You know this is basically soft porn, right?” Clint murmurs with a sly grin, cupping his own dick through his pants before shaking his head and laughing. Clint, like Clint Barton. Like the Avenger. Fuckin’ Hawkeye, for fuck’s sake. The not-so-secret love of Bucky’s very gay life. “Nothing soft about it,” Bucky mutters to himself. Clint and Bucky get dirty at the laundromat.

Author reveals will take place on 30th June. Until then, have fun reading and enjoy the mystery!

#Winterhawk #Winterhawk remix #Winterhawk fic #Winterhawk remix masterpost #Masterpost

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billyrussosbitch · 4 years ago

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rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). see if there are any patterns. choose your favorite opening line. then tag some of your favorite authors!

I was tagged by @saintaleksander and I'm actually honored that you'd tag me for this and consider me a writer! sjdhfvb that's cool. okay, here goes.

Most of these are unfinished, oops—

1. It had all started when Billy bought him a pretty necklace, one that sat snugly around the base of his neck, and nearly shined brighter than Frank’s smile. After a few days of wearing it, because he refused to take off something so expensive and insisted he needed to wear it’s worth out of it, he relented and let Bill bring him a simple choker. It was nothing more than a thin chain, with a lock at the front, which the younger kept the key to on a chain of his own, of course. Frank was hesitant about having something he actually couldn’t take off - not that he couldn’t snap it, because he absolutely could, though he wouldn’t want to ruin something his partner got for him - but he eventually came around, and nearly shuddered as the cool metal touched his skin. (an almost-finished brank fic with petplay)

2. Almost. That seemed to be all their relationship was. Each time they’d almost gone further, almost spent the night together, almost killed each other, almost had it all together. He could have given her that, if only she’d let go of her past, and stopped holding onto that nothing boy she grew up with. (some darklina following a prompt I got to write a story that captured the sadness of the word 'almost' and wow I should really finish this)

3. The day was already terrible, and just when Alina thought it had hit it’s shit-limit, she got proved wrong. (Oh goodness. more darklina. the prompt? "We used to loathe each other and now we're stuck together in an elevator that's not moving.")

4. That searing burst of light. The one that brought her to him. So painfully similar to the one that took her from him. The parallel was disgusting, it made his stomach churn with the mere thought of it. Perched on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, with his palms pressing against his eyelids, he could see it perfectly. The absolute anguish on her face when she drove the blade into her best friend, and supposed lover. He knew that otkazat’sya boy was nothing compared to him. Him, the most powerful man in all of the world. Him, the most powerful Grisha ever known to man. Her, his only equal. Her, the one who was meant to rule by his side. Light, to balance out darkness, to bring peace. Not only to Ravka, but to Aleksander’s troubled mind. (aha one of the favorite things I've ever written and it's more darklina. Her. It's on my masterlist if anyone wants to read the rest :') )

5. He wasn’t even in heat. He shouldn’t be feeling this desperate, but he was. His fingers weren’t enough, they were too thin, couldn’t stuff him full like his mate did. Even a toy paled in comparison to the way Frank felt when he was buried inside him to the hilt, his knot keeping them together for hours, and keeping Billy sated and content. (oop well this was an unfinished request for some abo brank.)

6. Billy was practically begging for a vacation, so he could whisk Frank away somewhere private for a few weeks, spend his nights drinking and sharing a bed with the man of his dreams, and forget about his contract work for once. That was the plan, at least, and then he remembered Mardi Gras was coming up soon… That’s how Frank Castle found himself on a crowded street in New Orleans at the end of February, watching floats full of scantily clad women and men alike, tossing beads to the drunken crowd. (more brank, following the prompt "New Orleans". It's tagged in my masterlist as well.)

7. Everything about him was so.. Bright, and perfect. Even when he was flinging himself from rooftop to rooftop and slamming his feet into someone’s face; even when he was grabbing Frank’s wrist to stop him from delivering one too many blows; even when he was spewing nonsense about “the law being enough,”; even when he was crawling in through the fire escape, bloodied and beaten, and tracking dirt into the apartment — He was still the beacon of light in Frank’s life. Things weren’t always that way, though. It took Frank years to actually accept that, maybe, just maybe, he could love again. (some fratt! I love these boys, and I haven't finished this and probably never will, which makes me sad.)

8. “Jack…”

He was breathless already, and his eyes glimmered with unshed tears while the CEO’s fingers were repeatedly shoved in him, and then pulled back out. Everything was too much, was too warm, was too suffocating, and Jack didn’t even have his hands on Rhys’ throat yet. (well this is rhack. Most of the rest of it will be, as well. Following an overstimulation prompt from kinktober.)

9. Thud.

His head hit the ceiling as he bolted upright in bed, and reached to silence his alarm from his ECHO device. The sound was enough to rip him from sleep and remind him that today was the day. He was starting a new class at 9:00AM-- ‘The Mythology of Vaults’. It sounded nice, and there was a new professor there. A few rumors had gone around about him, but Rhys didn’t pay them any mind. (more rhack, this one is on my ao3, and it's a college au.)

10. His back slammed against the door, and he fell to the ground as a loud sob tore it’s way from his throat. The tears were coming down his face in steady streams and his nose burned with irritation as it wept alongside his eyes. His knees were tugged up to his chest while he started to rock back and forth.

Jack was violently shaking.

He was losing his mind. (more rhack but this is mostly angst. it's on my ao3!)

Well! That was an experience! I didn't do 20 because I haven't compiled all of my works yet. But I have some winterhawk and I'm shy about it so that won't see the light of day. Also! I don't follow many writers so I'm just gonna tag @artemisausten because I think they're really neat and kind!

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themculibrary · 5 years ago

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Bucky And Clint (Winterhawk) Masterlist (2)

Links Last Checked: May 3rd, 2024

part one, part three, part four

all the nights spent off our faces (what the fuck are perfect places?) (ao3) - askmeaboutmyoctopustheory G, 5k

Summary: Clint buys a house to fix up, Bucky shows up

aka

the Barnes-Barton b&b gay american dream

Clint Barton's School of Archery (ao3) - jstabe E, 4k

Summary: Clint grinned and moved to crouch over him, bent down to kiss him.

"You look happy."

"Why wouldn't I be?" Bucky asked. "Learned new skills, got some dick. It's been a good morning."

Denial at It's Finest (ao3) - AnAngryRat T, 7k

Summary: You sure? Is written on Clints wrist and at this point in his life he's pretty sure that he's too old, too cynical and too much of a fucking car crash to find his soulmate. He might as well bang Bucky Barnes for a pick-me-up while's he at it.

Dream Boy (ao3) - ClaraxBarton T, 6k

Summary: Working for an Avenger is weird. Dating an Avenger? Also weird. Vacationing with an Avenger? Not bad at all.

It's porn. With feelings. And tears.

Even Walls Fall Down (ao3) - flawedamythyst E, 17k

Summary: Clint really enjoys casual sex with a wide range of people, including half the superhero community. Which would be fine, if the walls at the Tower weren't thin enough for Bucky to hear pretty much everything that went on in Clint's bedroom.

Or if he hadn't stupidly fallen in love with the guy.

Gets Me (ao3) - ClaraxBarton E, 8k

Summary: During an Avengers debriefing, Clint strikes up a conversation with an attractive stranger. On Grindr.

Gold On Your Fingertips (ao3) - Kangofu_CB E, 27k

Summary: Or: Clint meets his soulmate.

i got my ticket for the long way 'round (ao3) - GreyishBlue E, 5k

Summary: Bucky finds a flyer for Barton's Archery School and lets his curiosity get the better of him.

Just Keep Trying 'til You Run Out of Cake (ao3) - K_R_Closson M, 11k

Summary: Clint Barton sometimes has a name on his wrist. Sometimes he has a couple letters. Sometimes he doesn't have anything at all. By the time he's an adult and working for SHIELD, he figures his soulmate is a ghost. Figures he's never going to meet whoever it is.

He's got it half right.

Kings Of Treason (ao3) - shatteredhourglass E, 27k

Summary: Top-tier SHIELD agents Clint Barton and Bucky Barnes are benched for the foreseeable future. Hijinks ensue, resulting in terrible hipster cafes, spilled orange juice, a distinct sense of loneliness, jealousy, laser tag, and a truly terrible idea to bet on who can seduce that hot redhead from Stark Industries first.

Left Food Forward (ao3) - shatteredhourglass M, 22k

Summary: There was an unspoken rule among the Avengers that they didn't talk about Clint's soulmark. They didn't talk about it, they didn't look at it, and they didn't bring it up.

Muza (ao3) - sara_holmes T, 12k

Summary: Where Bucky decides that he does not have time for looking after a puppy because he can barely look after himself. Clint has other ideas.

Nameless (ao3) - AvaKelly M, 101k

Summary: A gun is pointed at him before he can even move from his position, the Soldier's metal arm steady in its aim. Clint sighs.

"Nemo," Clint says. "It's tattooed on your wrist, right here," he lifts his right hand and taps his left index finger where his palm ends.

The Soldier's eyes widen. "How do you know this?"

"I put it there."

Safe Landing (ao3) - flawedamythyst T, 20k

Summary: After the events of Endgame, Bucky is wandering around Europe chasing his memories, plagued by nightmares of falling and torture. He's trying to work out what he should do next, but it seems like he's never going to find what he's really looking for: a way to rest.

And then he runs into Clint Barton and discovers they have a lot more in common than he bargained for. Being soulmates is only the start.

save your first and last chance for me (ao3) - 1000_directions E, 4k

Summary: Sleep? Bucky signs hesitantly. He’s not very good at ASL, but he keeps trying. He’ll learn a sign one day, then the next, it’s fallen through one of the holes in his memory, lost with all the other things he used to know but can’t quite remember. No one’s making him learn it, there’s no future mission application. It’s just something he wants to do, so he can talk to Clint when he has his aids out. And he struggles, and he keeps trying, for Clint, and it’s just…

Clint’s never met anyone who wants to be good as badly as Bucky Barnes wants to be good.

Showdown (ao3) - shatteredhourglass T, 13k

Summary: Bucky was happy for Steve, he was. But did he and Tony have to be so disgustingly romantic all the time? // In which Bucky is tired of Steve and Tony's antics and Clint suggests revenge, which turns out with an additional bonus.

Stuck In The Middle With You (ao3) - flawedamythyst T, 8k

Summary: Being the only beta on a team of alpha and omegas meant being surrounded by far more pheromones, relationship dramas and sexual tension than Clint could really handle. And then Bucky joined, and he finally had another beta to roll his eyes at when it all got a bit much.

Who the Hell is Hawkeye? (ao3) - pherryt G, 19k

Summary: In retrospect, Bucky should have seen it coming. Sure, Clint was fast and agile and his marksmanship was out of this world - second to none, even Bucky - but on a team of superheroes, Clint was still all too human.

#themculibrary #bucky barnes #clint barton #winterhawk #mcu #marvel #masterlists #winterhawk masterlist

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the-mcu-horniest-book-club · 5 years ago

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Welcome to the MCU HBC Masterlist. Take a look around, if you enjoy what you read or saw, please reblog from the writer or creator!

Icons

💥 - Smut ⭐ - Mood Board

Hard to Handle by Jobean12

Eyes on You by Jobean12

Stress Relief by Jobean12

Peaches by Marvelgirl7

Who Are You Horny For? by book-dragon-13

Creamy by this-kitten-is-smitten

7/13/2020: One Word Prompt Challenge

Detention Log (Various Avengers) by hawksmagnolia

TaserHawk⭐ by hawksmagnolia

Friendly Fire (Bucky, Steve, Darcy) by hawskmagnolia

Legend (Bucky, Sam) by book-dragon-13

Torrential (Thor/Reader) by survivor-reborn

7/16/2020: Fun In The Sun Challenge

Golf Tournament (Bucky, Sam, Steve) by book-dragon-13

Cornhole (Thor, Loki) by book-dragon-13

Fun in the Sun ⭐ by hawskmagnolia

7/23/2020: Tropes

One Bed ⭐ by hawskmagnolia

Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet (Bucky/Darcy) by hawskmagnolia

Long Distance Relationship/Time Travel ⭐ by hawskmagnolia

Touch Starved Captain (Steve, Bucky) by book-dragon-13

7/30/2020: Colors

Blue & Gold (Valkyrie) ⭐ by hawskmagnolia

Grape (Clint Barton)⭐ by hawskmagnolia

8/7/2020: AU

Daddy’s Little Helper (Thor/OFC) by godofplumsandthunder

Lap Dance by Barton (Clint/Reader) by jewels2876

On the First Day (Bucky/Reader) by Jobean12

Baker Steve (Steve/Bucky) by book-dragon-13

Vampire Bucky ⭐ by nomadicpixel

Viking Bucky ⭐ by nano-raptor

Pirate Clint (Clint/Bucky) by book-dragon-13

Lord Odinson (Thor/Reader) by book-dragon-13

Viking Steve ⭐ by nomadicpixel

MCU Fairy Tale Part 1 ⭐ by hawskmagnolia

MCU Fairy Tale Part 2 ⭐ by hawskmagnolia

MCU AU ⭐ by hawskmagnolia

Cowboy Bucky (Bucky/Reader) by book-dragon-13

8/21/2020: End of Summer

The Baseball Game (Bucky, Steve, Reader) by book-dragon-13

8/26/2020: Pamper Your Man

Escape Plans (Sam/Reader) by jewels2876

Olive Drab (WinterHawk Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton)⭐ by hawskmagnolia

Biker Bucky, Sugar Daddy Thor, Cowboy Stucky, Shapeshifter Steve, Priest Pietro, Hades and Persehone (Logan/Bucky), Regency Wintershock, Surfer Thor/Bucky, Viking Thor/Bucky ⭐ by book-dragon-13

The Fair with Thor ⭐ by book-dragon-13

Pillow Fort (Bucky, Sam, Reader) by book-dragon-13

8/31/2020: Romcom Drabbles

While You Were Sleeping (Bucky/Reader) by book-dragon-13

80s Music Challenge

You’re Just Like A Dream (Bucky/Reader) by Jobean12

Addicted to Love (Bucky/Reader) by Jobean12

Another One Bites The Dust (Bucky/Reader) by this-kitten-is-smitten

Still Standing (Bucky/Reader) by this-kitten-is-smitten

Livin’ On A Prayer (Bucky/Reader, Peter) by eurynome827

Gender Bent Fantasy Casting

throwmyheartawayagain’s Fantasy Cast

Tony Stark 8/4/2020

Stress Relief by Jobean12

Colours of Summer #4 ⭐ by Sevans Writing

Valkyrie/Brunnhilde 8/6/2020

Pics - loricameback

Pics - throwmyheartawayagain

Howling Commandos 8/11/2020

Going Commando 💥 by cametobuyplums

Bruce Banner 8/13/2020

Maria Hill 8/18/2020

James Rhodes 8/20/2020

Natasha Romanoff 8/25/2020

Pietro/Peter Maximoff 8/27/2020

Hank Pym & Janet van Dyne 9/1/2020

Heimdall 9/3/2020

Sam Wilson 9/8/2020

I’m the Captain ⭐ by eurynome827

Falcon ⭐ by book-dragon-13

#mcu-hbc #masterlist #mcu-hbc masterlist #tony stark fanfiction #sam wilson fanfiction #hbc surprise drabbles #mcu fanfiction #mcu-hbc 80s music challenge #howling commandos #valkyrie #bucky barnes fanfiction #thor fanfiction #mcu moodboard

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avengerscompound · 5 years ago

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Like Rabbits - Chapter 15

Like Rabbits: A Black Widow/WinterHawk Fanfic

Masterlist // PREVIOUS

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Rating: E Square: @ladiesofmarvelbingo - N4, "If this is love, loving you is easy."

Word Count: 2510

Warnings: Labor, Clint uses Nitrous Oxide

Synopsis: While you and Natasha are contemplating starting a family together, Bucky and Clint are doing the exact same thing. So two couples go take the same path to parenthood together.

A/N: This is a Nat/Reader chapter.

Chapter 15

Natasha had started to worry. Things had been going really well … with everything really. The babies had been growing well and you’d had minimal issues. Just a bout of sciatica that made your whole left leg go numb for a few days and the weird vivid dreams. Your blood pressure had been good. The babies were the same size. You were a little uncomfortable but otherwise fine.

That should have meant Natasha would relax. It did the opposite. She kept waiting for the other shoe to drop and everything to fall apart. So when you started making little pained noises and rubbing the middle of your back, she was sure that something bad was about to happen. She had visions of when she’d miscarried and woken up in her own blood. You kept reassuring her that it was just Braxton Hicks contractions. But all Natasha could think was it was still too soon and something was about to go wrong. The fact that Clint and Bucky had decided to go away this very weekend seemed to solidify that fact.

By the afternoon you had started to stop much more regularly and the sounds you made really were beginning to sound like you were in a lot of pain.

“I don’t think it’s Braxton Hicks, zaika,” Natasha said, coming over and rubbing your back for you.

“It has to be, Tasha. It’s too early.” You whined.

“Dorogaya,” she cooed. “They said anytime and we need to make sure they’re okay. If you’re in pain we should get to the hospital.”

You huffed. “Maybe if I call them?”

“Alright, zaika. But if they even say you should maybe come in just in case. We’re going in.” Natasha said.

“Okay, Tasha,” you said and waddled over to get your phone. As you walked Natasha noticed you were dripping some kind of fluid on the floor.

“Zaika,” she said gently, pointing at your crotch. “You’re leaking.”

You looked down at yourself and frowned. “Did I pee myself?”

“I don’t know. Did you? Or did your waters just break?” She asked.

“No… Tasha. It’s too soon.” You said, trying to make it reality by just arguing about it. “Besides, Clint and Bucky went away.”

She came over to you and wrapped her arms around you, letting you melt into them. “Call the hospital, I’ll call the dumbass exes. We’re gonna have our babies, zaika.”

You nuzzled into her neck for a moment and pulled away. “Okay. Can you pack a bag too?” You asked.

“Of course, my love,” she said.

You went and grabbed your phone and Natasha headed upstairs, dialing Bucky on her way.

It didn’t take long before he’d answered. “Tasha? Is something wrong?” He said in his usual greeting.

“James,” Natasha answered, attempting to remain calm but not 100% sure she was managing it. “I realize you probably only just arrived. But you need to come back. She’s in labor.”

“Fuck. What the hell?” Bucky cursed down the line. It actually made Natasha relax a little and she dug out the bag that was already half packed with things for the hospital. She could hear Clint and Bucky scrambling around in through the phone as she started to pack.

“She’s been having labor pains all day but she kept telling me it was false ones. But her water just broke. So we’re going in. I will call again, but I think you should have time to get back. But… you know. Hurry.” She said.

“We’re leaving.” It was Clint this time, obviously having snatched the phone off Bucky. “Tell her to keep her legs together.”

Natasha laughed and disconnected the call. She finished packing the last few things you needed and brought the bag down. “Ready?”

You were leaned over the table panting. She moved up behind you and began to massage your back. “Why didn’t I realize?”

“You were just being optimistic. You thought they’d make it until your induction day.” She said, her hands kneading your lower back.

The contraction seemed to pass and the two of you went out to the car together. It was a long drive from the farm to the hospital, and while you only had two contractions on the way the second seemed closer and stronger to Natasha.

You checked in and changed into your button-up nightshirt in the labor room, another contraction hitting as you were putting it on. Natasha worked your back again as it hit, wishing there was something more she could do to help you.

The first of what would be many midwives came in and put a monitor on you and set you up in bed, telling you they just needed to monitor the twins for a little while, and if everything was fine, you could get up and move around. She also checked how far you were dilated and it was only four centimeters. “You’re in for a long haul.” She warned.

Three contractions hit while you were on the monitor and they definitely seemed worse for being stuck in the bed. Natasha held your hand through them and in between she put on the music you wanted to listen to and lit a scented candle to help cover up the hospital smell.

You had been let up to move around when Clint and Bucky burst into the room.

“Are you okay? Did we miss it?” Clint said as he skidded to a halt in the room.

“Still a long way off. It’s fine.” Natasha said.

“Thank god,” Bucky said. “Do you need anything, bun?”

“Ice chips. I’m so hot.” You complained. “Can you make the aircon colder?”

“You got it.” He said and went and adjusted the aircon before heading back out into the corridor. Natasha knew how he felt about hospitals and she knew he’d try and keep busy to distract himself from where he was.

Unfortunately, the nurse was not lying. Three hours into your labor you had stripped naked because no matter how ice-cold they made it in the room you were sweating. All concept of shame shoved right out of your head. You didn’t care who saw you at all. Natasha took you to the bathroom and you stood under the cool water of the shower. After an hour of doing that you couldn’t stand up anymore and Clint put on a pair of swim trunks and hopped in with you. Bucky had gotten you an exercise ball and you sat on it, leaning against Clint while Natasha rubbed your back. Every time a contraction hit, she’d up the heat of the water and hold the nozzle against your back.

An hour after that they made you go on the monitor again for two hours. In that time, you lost your ability to cope at all and they gave you the nitrous. That didn’t seem to help with the pain exactly. Each contraction you still reacted exactly as you had before. Squeezing Bucky’s metal hand as Natasha rubbed your back and you moaned and cried out in pain. But it did seem to make you cope for a little while. You started giggling in between contractions and when you were asked what was so funny you couldn’t explain it. You ended up sharing the nitrous with Clint and the two of you just completely lost it in fits of giggles. Natasha was just glad you were still in good spirits.

It didn’t last though. The nitrous started making you really confused and disorientated. Thankfully they let you off the bed again and you returned to the bathroom. This time filling the tub and climbing in. Bucky sat on the edge, letting you doze against him as Natasha held the nozzle against your back through each contraction.

You stayed in the tub for two hours. The water gradually getting topped up each time it cooled off too much. When you got out to have everything checked again you had pruned up from the water. The babies were doing fine. You were still only five centimeters dilated.

The process was repeated for another ten hours. Walking. Bath. Monitor with nitrous.

“Why is this taking so long?” You cried. When the nurses left the room.

“They said with twins natural is much harder,” Natasha soothed, as she patted our brow with a cool cloth. “Do you want to try an epidural?”

“No. No. I wanted to be present for this.” You sobbed.

“Honey. You will be. It just numbs you below the waist.” She said. “Remember? “You could try pethidine,, but that will actually make you feel high.”

Another contraction hit and you doubled over, breathing through it.

The monitors started to make loud beeping sounds and two of the midwives came rushing in.

“What’s going on?” Bucky said standing and trying to look over their shoulders. “What’s wrong?”

“The babies are in a little bit of distress.” One said as the other checked you over. “We’re going to get your doctor in here.”

The one nurse rushed off to make the call as the other stayed and started to do an ultrasound. Natasha's heart was racing. This was it. This was where it all fell apart. There would be no babies to take home. She wouldn’t be doing midnight feedings or singing them to sleep. It was being taken from her again.

“What does that mean? What’s going to need to happen?” Bucky asked, sounding just as panicked as she felt.

“We’ll wait for the doctor to get here. Okay?” She said. “Try not to panic.”

Which of course only made it worse. The doctor took half an hour to get there. By the time he arrived, you’d thrown up and Natasha felt like she was going to too.

She looked at the charts and the reading and frowned. “Okay. We’re going to need to get this show on the road. You’re going to need to have a cesarean and it’s going to need to happen now.

“No,” you said with obvious panic setting in. “Tasha. I wanted to deliver them naturally.”

“I know honey, but things change.” Natasha soothed.

“Listen to your wife,” the doctor said, as two orderlies rushed in. “We’re going to take good care of you, and when you wake up, you’ll have two healthy babies, but if we don’t do this now, I can’t promise that.”

“I won’t even be awake? Tasha?”

“It’s okay, zaika. I won’t leave your side.” Natasha said.

Bucky had started cursing under his breath and Clint took his hand and held it against his mouth. As the orderlies pushed the bed out into the hall, Natasha walked with you, holding your hand and soothing you as the boys followed on behind. They washed up and she returned to your side in a surgical gown and cap

You were put under a general anesthetic and when you counted off, everything happened so fast. Maybe it was the lack of sleep not allowing her to process things, but it felt like the had only just set up the screen when they had taken out the first of her daughters. Bucky and Clint stood with her and Bucky had gone so white she worried he was going to pass out. But when Rebecca’s cries filled the room, all the color returned again and tears filled his eyes. They were only given a moment to see her before they rushed her way to give her medical attention. She had only just been whipped away when Lyra had joined the world.

“If you want to go and spend time with your daughters, we’ll be here for another half an hour.” The doctor said.

“I’ll stay,” Natasha said.

“You sure, Nat? You don’t want to see them?” Clint asked.

“I promised I wouldn’t leave her side,” Natasha replied. “I’ll meet them when she gets to.”

Clint and Bucky nodded and each of them kissed her cheek before following the nurses out to the NICU.

Natasha stayed by your side as they stitched you back up and wheeled you out to recovery. She was there when you groggily opened your eyes and looked around confused by your surroundings. She held your hand and soothed you as you started to cry and couldn’t form the words as to why you were so upset. And when the nurse came over and checked you over and gave you some juice and a sandwich to help get your blood sugar back up she held your juice cup for you so you could just lie and sip it through a straw without spilling it everywhere.

“Are they okay, Tasha?” You asked.

“I haven’t seen them yet.” She said. “I assume so or I think Bucky and Clint would have come to let me know.”

“Why didn’t you go see them?” You asked.

“I said I wouldn’t leave your side, zaika,” Natasha said. “So I haven’t.”

“But your babies? Why would you stay with me?”

She leaned down and kissed your forehead tenderly. “Because I love you.”

“If this is love, loving you is easy.” You whispered.

She smiled and ran her fingers over your scalp. “So easy.”

You let out a breath and smiled. “Can we see them?”

“I’ll go find someone. Will you be okay?”

You nodded and she got up and went and found a nurse. That kicked things into gear again. The truth was Natasha was anxious. She wanted to meet her daughters and the no news thing wasn’t helping at all.

They had some orderlies move you down to your room and switched you on to your hospital bed. You were just settling in when Clint and Bucky came in followed by one of the nurses pushing an incubator.

“Hey there mommies,” Clint said. “You ready to see your girls?”

The nurse moved the crib close to the bed. Natasha’s heart caught. They were tiny and wrinkled and dressed in diapers that looked huge on them and pink onesies. They had what looked like a heart rate monitor attached to them, but other than that no other tubes or wires, which Natasha took as a good thing. And they looked like you. A tear escaped and for a second Natasha questioned who exactly she was because she didn’t cry. Not ever.

“Would you like to hold your babies?” The nurse asked.

“Yes, yes, please. Is that okay?” You asked.

“Of course, they’re both very healthy. You did a good job, mama. They took a little oxygen and warming up but they recovered very quickly.” The nurse said taking out the baby with the name tag reading Lyra Yelena Barnes-Romanoff. She put the tiny little bundle in your arms and you held her close and sniffed her head. “You can try feeding them if you like.”

Rebecca was taken out next and placed into Natasha’s arms. Natasha smelled her just as you had done with Lyra. She wore that distinctive newborn scene and right away Natasha knew she was in love and that would never get taken away from her. Not ever.

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buckybarnesbingo · 4 years ago

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BBB Flash Week 4 Roundup!

Title: Like an Hourglass Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Memories Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Past/Referenced Car Accidents, Recovery, Mentions of Alcohol Abuse (other driver) Summary: Steve has a private blog set up where he posts the pictures and makes memos of the things that happened every day. Sometimes it’s an exercise for Bucky too. “What do you want to put on the blog tonight?” Steve asks, just to see what Bucky can remember from the day. Sometimes Bucky can remember significant things from that morning… Other times, Bucky can’t remember much past the previous few hours- unable to recall anything before dinner time or unable to tell Steve what they had for lunch. “I don’t remember,” always on his tongue. (Based on a client we had at the law firm where I used to work.) Word Count: 6331

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Title: Plums Collaborator: BookDragon13 Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Bucharest Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fluff, mention of Bucky’s time as the Winter Soldier, mentions of the Great Depression and WW2 Summary: Bucky learns of something he can’t live without Word Count: 320

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Title: Ice to Meet You Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 2 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Fluff Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Modern No Powers AU, meet-cute fluff Summary: Thanks to a slippery sidewalk, Bucky meets a handsome stranger. Word Count: 411

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Title: Maybe With Steve - Chapter 2 Collaborator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Red Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Winter Soldier, Memory Loss, Recovery, Captain America: Civil War compliant, Protective Steve Rogers Summary: Bucky Barnes doesn’t understand everything, but he knows he wants to be better. Fighting alongside Steve is what finally gives him the courage to heal. Word Count: 577

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Title: Blue Sapphire, Red Velvet Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Red Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: Injuries, Blood, War (mostly as a background to the story- no battles) Summary: Their countries are at war and have been for generations. Prince Bucky is injured and alone. Enemy Prince Steve finds him. But they have something in common: this is not their war. Word Count: 2722

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Title: FUBAR (Frosted Up Beyond All Recognition) Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 2 Link: AO3 Square Filled: FUBAR Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Drabble, fight scene Summary: Clint and Bucky make a desperate last stand. [Fluffier than it sounds] Word Count: 100

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Title: Maybe With Steve - Chapter 3 Collaborator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Memories Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Memory Loss, Wakanda, Canon Divergent, Shared Bed Summary: Bucky’s awake, but when he sleeps, images assail him. These aren’t childhood memories. These are more intense, more private, and decidedly more erotic. Word Count: 1146

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Title: A Hat Without Magic Collaborator: MagicaDraconia16 Card Number: 5 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Goats Ship: Bucky & Tony & Mad Hatter | Jefferson Rating: Teen Major Tags: Humour, minor angst, canon-typical insanity, alternate universe, multiverse shenanigans, a lot of swearing packed into one paragraph, goats Summary: When the bright flash of light faded, Tony staggered and fell sideways into a literal wall of fabric piles. Word Count: 1184

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Title: Meetings Get Boring. Bring Your Cat. Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Alpine Ship: Steve/Bucky (if you squint), Mostly gen Rating: Gen Major Tags: Work, Pet Sitting, Avengers Support Cat, Bring your pet to work day, Steve/Bucky only if you squint, No Romance, No beta we die like mne Summary: Bucky takes his new cat to work thinking no one will know. Everyone soon knows. - This is featuring young Alpine. Word Count: 813

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Title: Redox-ulous Situation Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 2 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Rusted Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Drabble, multiverse shenanigans Summary: Tony and Bucky get sent to another dimension that tests their metal. (This is not a typo.) Word Count: 100

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Title: Maybe With Steve - Chapter 4 Collaborator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Alpine Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Not Canon Compliant, Alpine, Pet Adoption, Protective Bucky Barnes Summary: Since they’ve been back in New York, Steve’s away far too often for Bucky’s taste. He walks the streets to help ease his anxiety. He does it to work through his thoughts until a plaintive cry and an impending rainstorm changes all that. Word Count: 1109

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Title: Portrait of the Artist Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Found Family Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: one mention of vomit? (Not graphic) Summary: Bruce had knelt down to the little girl’s level and made a show of being surprised how much she had healed. Steve pulled out his camera and snapped a picture just in time. “Banner tonight?” Bucky asked, wrapping his arms around Steve’s middle and resting his head on Steve’s shoulder as he peered around at what his boyfriend was working on. “Bruce is so great with kids,” Steve commented as he lifted the print from the water and clipped it up on a wire. - In short: Steve takes pics of all the Avengers doing everyday, non-Avengers stuff and puts them in his hallway as a shrine to his friends. Word Count: 3515

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Title: Winter Soldier Silhouette Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 2 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: [image of Winter Soldier in standing sniper position] Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: fancraft Summary: Simplified version of the image square (Winter Soldier in silhouette) in fleece and felt with embroidered accents.

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Title: Maybe With Steve - Chapter 5 Collaborator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Found Family Ship: Stucky Rating: Mature Major Tags: Bucky Barnes Recovering, Not Canon Compliant, Found Family, Forgiveness, Celebration Summary: Living in the Avengers Tower can be a little overwhelming, especially when unexpected visits interrupt private moments with Steve. Word Count: 1066

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Title: Avenger: An Inside Journal - Chapter 7: Getting in Trouble Collaborator: Caiti Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Found Family Ship: James Barnes/Natasha Romanoff/Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis Rating: Teen Major Tags: Journal/Diary style Summary: Darcy muses on getting herself into trouble. Word Count: 561

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Title: The Burden of Bucharest Collaborator: Ribbonsflying Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Bucharest Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Major Tags: Snipers, Bucky Barnes in Bucharest, Memories, Snacks & Snack Food Summary: Steve was quiet a long time, just listening. Bucharest didn’t sound like New York. Sure, there was the sound of cars and dogs and music and various machinery, but it was still somehow distinctly different. “Why did you choose here?” Steve asked. “For the mission? It’s where we thought was best to-“ “For yourself,” Steve interrupted. “When I found you here.” - Conversation between Steve and Bucky on a cold rooftop one night in Bucharest. Word Count: 1835

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Title: Unexpected Alliances Collaborator: Poliz Card Number: 2 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Silver Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Fantasy AU, enemies to friends (lovers?), referenced/implied torture Summary: Buckthorn’s refusal to use his fae magic to support his captor’s cause has left him battered and broken; when he is given a shifter as his cellmate, they become unexpected allies. Word Count: 882

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Title: I'll Be Around For You Collaborator: IndigoNight Card Number: 5 Link: AO3 Square Filled: picture prompt Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Deaf Clint Barton, Kidfic, Family Feels Summary: Bucky can’t breathe. He reaches out and grabs Clint’s shoulder, fingers digging in almost tight enough to bruise; as though he’s entirely lost control of his body, he catches himself shaking Clint. “I cannot lose Steve’s kid!” he says, only dimly aware that he’s shouting. Word Count: 2783

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Title: Bucharest Collaborator: Caiti Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Bucharest Ship: Natasha/Clint/Darcy with future implication of James/Natasha/Clint/Darcy Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers Summary: Bucky's inspiration has dried up and his artist's soul needs something to revive it. Enter three Americans on Spring Break. One look at them and he thinks they could keep him fueled for years. Word Count: 1112

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Title: graphic Collaborator: LBibliophile Card Number: 8 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: AU Ship: Winter Soldier & Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers Rating: Gen Major Tags: back from the dead, but not really, identity theft, delusion, AU Summary: Winter Soldier is not and never has been Bucky Barnes, but Steve is so desperate to have his friend back that he thinks he is. And the Soldier looks at how Steve reacts to 'Bucky' and wants that, so plays along.

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Title: Atlantean Dreams Collaborator: Caiti Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Red Ship: James Barnes/Darcy Lewis Rating: Teen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Mood boards, Headcanon Summary: Prince James of Atlantis and Pirate Queen Darcy Lewis have a stormy path to their shared destiny. Word Count: 250

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Title: Baking in Bucharest with Codruţa Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Bucharest Ship: Bucky & Cranky old lady OFC Rating: Gen Major Tags: Bucky makes a friend, fluff, baking Summary: While James is trying to figure himself out in Bucharest, he makes an unlikely friend. Word Count: 900

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Title: Kiss With A Fist Collaborator: IndigoNight Card Number: 5 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Azzano Ship: Stucky Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Spanking, PTSD, Cathartic Crying, Anal Sex, Established Relationship, Porn with Feelings, Mild D/s Summary: “Undress,” Steve orders, resting his back against the door for just a second while he braces himself for what he’s about to do. He’s only done something like this a few times before; usually it was Bucky pulling him back into line and draining the pent up rage out of him after yet another back alley fist fight. But now Bucky needs him, and he’s damn well going to do whatever Bucky needs. ***** In the aftermath of Azzano, Bucky is drowning in the pent up rage and fear that he can't let go of. Fortunately, Steve is there to help. Word Count: 5142

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Title: Small Treasures Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Found Family Ship: Bucky & Avengers Rating: Gen Major Tags: people like sticking things to Bucky's arm, fluff and humor, found family Summary: Bucky finds a new magnet on his arm and adds it to his box of little treasures. Word Count: 1030

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Title: Red Collaborator: BookDragon13 Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Red Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Major Tags: angst Summary: The Soldier remembers someone from his past Word Count: 100

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Title: Gold Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 6 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Gold Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Marriage, gold things Summary: Moodboard

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Title: Avenger: An Inside Journal - Chapter 8: The Morning After Collaborator: Caiti Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Memories Ship: James Barnes/Natasha Romanoff/Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis Rating: Teen Major Tags: Diary/journal style, Mood board, Alternate Universe - No Powers Summary: Darcy's finally accepted her place in the quartet. Word Count: 532

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Title: Protector Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 6 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Recovery Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Serious injury, coma, recovery Summary: Moodboard

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Title: We Could Happen Collaborator: ralsbecket Card Number: 1 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Image: Sergeant Barnes Ship: Bucky Barnes/Pearl Pangan Rating: Gen Major Tags: Stark Expo 1943, Filipino Character, Military Uniforms, Flirting Summary: Bonnie drags Pearl on a double-date with Steve and his ladies-man best friend, Bucky. Word Count: 699

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Title: Small steps Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 6 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Enemies to Friends/Lovers Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Developing relationship, soft things, cuddles Summary: Moodboard

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Title: Plums and Strawberries Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 6 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Plums Ship: pre-WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Desserts, developing relationship

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Title: Small Differences Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 6 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Siberia Ship: pre-WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Major Civil War compliant (the fight didn't progress into Bucky losing his arm)

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Title: Got Your Goat Collaborator: IndigoNight Card Number: 5 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Goats Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Major Tags: Goats, Idiots in Love, Getting Together, Fluff Summary: Barnes shifts and at first Clint thinks it’s impatience but he squints and studies Barnes a little closer and it’s… awkwardness? Uncertainty? “Steve said you grew up on a farm,” Barnes elaborates, like that isn’t a non sequitur completely out of left field. “Um… sort of?” Barnes nods decisively. “I need your help.” He turns around and starts walking, adding over his shoulder, “come.” Clint blinks blankly at the Winter Soldier’s retreating back for a long moment. Then, as per usual, his curiosity wins out over his sense of self preservation and he starts trotting down the sidewalk after Barnes. “Where are we going?” Word Count: 3703

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Title: Journals Collaborator: BookDragon13 Card Number: 3 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Memories Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: Fluff-ish Summary: Snippets of Bucky’s journals Word Count: 100

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Title: Fear That You Can't Reverse Collaborator: ralsbecket Card Number: 1 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Scars Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Teen Major Tags: Mentions of past mind control, nightmares, referenced PTSD Summary: Bucky considered Clint quietly, unafraid to look him directly in the eyes. There was a vulnerability in them that he’d never really seen before, an openness that he wanted to fall into. Word Count: 922

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Title: Avengers Family Collaborator: BookDragon13 Card Number: 3 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Found Family Ship: Platonic Bucky and the Avengers Rating: Gen Major Tags: fluff Summary: Bucky finds a new family in the Avengers Word Count: 100

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Title: All that Glitters Collaborator: LBibliophile Card Number: 8 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: Daybreak Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Moodboard, Drabble, Mornings... Summary: Tony hates mornings. But with a view like this, maybe he could learn to like them. Word Count: 100

#buckybarnesbingo2021 #bbbflash #bbbflash2021 #bingo fill #bbb flash roundup #bbbflash2021 week 4

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feedmecookiesnow · 5 years ago

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As Long as We’re Together

For the anon who asked for ““I don’t recall asking for your opinion on the matter.” winterhawk pls and thx“

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“Well,” Clint says, as he looks around the prison cell. “This isn’t so bad.”

Bucky glares at him, which is really not unexpected. Clint ignores it like he always does and limps his way over to the other wall.

“I mean,” he continues, looking out the window. “we’ve at least got a view.”

Another glare.

“Could be worse, we could be tied up in the snow or something.”

Bucky is still glaring.

“Okay,” Clint says, turning to him. “What’s your problem?”

“What’s my problem?” Bucky drags himself to his feet. “Seriously? We’re sitting in a jail cell and you want to know what my problem is?”

“Unless you want to tell me all your hopes and dreams or something.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “My problem,” he says, “is that you have this insane talent to act without thinking, and this is always the end result.”

“Sitting in a Russian jail cell is not always the end result, come on. This has only happened...” Clint takes a moment to count. “Three times?” He shrugs. “To be fair, that is a lot. Why are we in Russia so much?”

“It’s not just the jail cell,” Bucky sighs. “It’s everything. I just don’t understand how one person can constantly get into so much trouble. Do you do this on purpose? Do you get off on danger or something?”

Clint snorts. “I do not get off on danger, Barnes. Come on. And I don’t go looking for it, either. This shit just happens to me.”

“Clint, none of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t violated their airspace. Like we were explicitly told not to, if you’ll remember.”

“How was I supposed to know they were going to shoot missiles at us?”

“Natasha literally said in the briefing not to go off course, because they’re very protective of their airspace.”

“Okay, first of all, ‘very protective’ doesn’t usually equal instantly shooting missiles. Secondly, it was twenty miles over the border. It’s not like I buzzed the Kremlin or something. And thirdly, I was avoiding that hailstorm, remember? It was either go over the border, or die in a fiery Quinjet crash. Which would you have preferred?”

“We could have landed and waited---”

“We were on a specific timeframe!”

Bucky stares at him, then gestures around the cell with a very exasperated motion. “That’s kind of out the window now, don’t you think?”

“Whatever,” Clint says. “I don’t recall asking for your opinion on the matter, anyway.”

“Yeah, because you knew what my opinion would have been, so you just did your own thing.”

He sounds hurt about that. Clint looks over at him. “What?”

“That’s my problem,” Bucky says. “I don’t even care that we’re here, I care that we didn’t make the decision together. You just decided to drag me along for the ride, and now we’re both stuck here!”

“Make the decision together? We’re not married, Barnes. Just because we occasionally sleep together doesn’t mean I suddenly have to start consulting you on minor flight course corrections.”

Another gesture around the cell. “Minor? You think this is minor?”

“It would have been if they hadn’t shot a missile at us!”

Bucky buries his head in his hands. “It’s like talking to a brick wall. Why do I even bother?”

“Well, I’m sorry I’m so much effort,” Clint snaps. “When we get out of here, you can tell Cap you never want to work with me again, and you can go back to doing whatever the fuck you do, and I’ll carry on trying to find trouble or whatever.”

“That’s not what I want either---“

“Then what do you want?” Clint shouts, suddenly furious. “Huh? Because I’m getting some mixed messages, here! You say you hate working with me, but you’re the one who keeps volunteering to come on missions! What, do you think I need a fucking babysitter or something? Think I can’t handle myself? Do you think---”

Bucky jumps up. For a moment Clint thinks he’s going to punch him or something, and he cringes a little bit. But then Bucky crosses the cell in a few long strides, pins him against the wall, and captures his mouth in a desperate kiss.

They’ve kissed before, of course. They started sleeping together a few months ago---just blowing off steam after a rough mission, the usual stuff---but this is different, somehow. Not foreplay, not a build-up to something else. Bucky is kissing him like he’s the only thing left in the world, like he’s afraid Clint’s going to vanish if he stops. It’s rough, and it’s intense, and Clint can’t do anything but go along with it, kissing him back.

He gasps in a breath when Bucky finally pulls away, blue eyes searching his. He wants to say something, but all he can manage is a questioning noise.

“I want,” Bucky says quietly, “for you to be safe. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t care about getting into trouble; I care that you always come home hurt from it, and I don’t like seeing you that way.”

“Oh,” Clint says, because he doesn’t know what else to say.

“I like being with you.” Bucky’s hand rubs slowly up his arm. “You annoy the hell out of me, and you worry me constantly, but...” He shakes his head, laughs a little. “You make me feel so alive, too. I’ve never met anyone like you before.” He leans his forehead against Clint’s for a brief moment, then adds, “You risk your life so much, Clint. And it scares me sometimes, because I really don’t think I could handle losing you.”

Clint stares at him. After an eternity, he clears his throat and says, “I...didn’t know. That you felt that way.”

“I’m not good with feelings,” Bucky says, stepping back. “At having them or saying them. But it’s the truth.” He kicks at the ground. “I know it’s probably just sex to you. You don’t have to feel the same way. I just wanted you to know.”

Clint shakes his head, oddly stung by that. “It’s not just sex to me. Don’t say that.”

“It’s not?”

Christ, he never knew two words could sound so hopeful. “Yeah,” he says. “I mean, maybe it started that way? But now...” He shrugs. “I don’t know. I’m not good with this stuff either. But I like being with you too. I know that much.”

“Okay,” Bucky says, and the smile on his face could outshine the sun. “Okay. So this is a thing, then.”

“Guess so.”

They look at each other, both grinning like a couple of morons.

Then at the other end of the hallway, the door opens with a loud bang, and six or seven guys pour through it, all of them sporting heavy-duty weaponry and very serious expressions.

“Guess this is the welcome party.” Bucky looks at him. “Any ideas?”

“Several,” Clint says. “But they’re all probably dangerous and trouble-causing. Are you up for that?”

Bucky reaches out and takes his hand. “As long as we’re together,” he says, “I’m up for anything.”

“You’re sappy as hell,” Clint tells him, leaning in for a kiss. “But I kinda like it.” He looks down the hallway at the approaching guards. “Alright, then. Let’s get this show on the road.”

#winterhawk #cookiewrites #clint barton #bucky barnes #clint/bucky #fanfic #marvel

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