#deaf stuies

[42donotpanic]

Once again asking, because all of these are really interesting, and i loved your fics! I'm really interested in 'Blind Hawkeye and Deaf Daredevil' 👀

Okay, I can't say too much about that one, because it's part of something else.

But it's pretty much what it says on the tin.

This is a universe something between Comic and MCU canon, Matt and Clint are Vigilantes and work with each other and the other Heroes.

They know each others identities, Matt knows Clint is Deaf and Clint knows Matt's blind. Everything pretty standard until there.

But that's where I'll just let two snippets speak for themselves:

Matt's POV:

When Matt woke up and opened his eyes, the morning sun was shining right into his face and blinding him. He squeezed his eyes shut again and threw an arm over his face with a groan. He lay motionless, cursing the morning light, before noticing something was wrong. It took him a moment to realise that he was not supposed to be able to even see the light, much less his bedroom or the city outside. Slowly, he pulled his arm away and gave himself a moment to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation of light shimmering through his closed eyelids. After a few seconds, he turned away from the window before he dared to open his eyes again. When he did, his brain couldn’t quite translate the new signals yet, and everything just looked like blotches of light and dark and different colours. Matt blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes used to the brightness and focus on his surroundings. Very slowly, things started to make more sense. Blotches turned into shapes, and shadows turned into depth. After a while, Matt was able to recognise his surroundings, even though everything was still a little blurry. Still distracted Matt decided to get up and make some coffee to try to fully wake up before he called anyone. Maybe everything would make a little more sense then. He sat up in bed, pushed the covers off him, and swung his legs out of the bed with a soft thump when his feet hit the ground. Except there was no thump.

Clint's POV:

On the other side of the East River, in Bed-Stuy, a car horn pulled Clint from deep sleep. He jumped internally and opened his eyes at once. When he was greeted with pure darkness instead of the familiar sight of his bedroom ceiling, he started to panic. The car outside honked again, and a few seconds later, people started to shout. Overwhelmed by the noise, Clint grabbed at his ears and tried to rip his hearing aids out. The panic threatened to suffocate him again when he found nothing. The blonde turned and tried to drown out the sounds with his pillow, but it only muffled them and added the rustling of fabric and filling to the mix. Clint began to hyperventilate as memories of the circus, of fights that were loud enough for him to hear even without aids, and of people yelling at him for not understanding them combined with the strange mix of auditory overload and a complete lack of visual signals.  Quickly, he spiralled.

From there, a lot of questions have to be answered and problems to be solved and Clint and Matt both have to face a whole new challenge.

But like I said, I don't want to give away too much just yet.

Thank you so much for asking again (and feel free to ask for as many more as you like)

[ao3feed-winterhawk2-archive]

Background Noise

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52636669 by Reremouse (TheBelfry) Bucky's moved into the perfect apartment in Bed Stuy. Okay, almost perfect. Because Bucky sleeps during the day, and his upstairs neighbor is loud. Words: 8367, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Avengers (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Additional Tags: Modern AU, Millennial Bucky Barnes, Army vet bucky barnes, Deaf Clint Barton, Canon Disabled Character, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Sassy Steve Rogers, too much caffeine, night shift Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Gets a Hug, Meet-Ugly read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52636669

[arrowloosed]

a reminder that my main verse is basically ... some of the plot events of the mcu happened. clint was taken by loki; he got freed; they fight and the avengers are formed. shit with ultron happens, even ( ignoring maymoffs events. ) stuff from ca:tws to a degree. i can even vibe with the later movies if i need to re: civil war! endgame ( altering plot details re: nat not coming back, clint never becomes ronin, the family. ) 

but the entire time during these events, stuff from the comics is also happening. clint does not have the family; he lives in an apartment in bed-stuy that he eventually has to defend from the mafia; he knows kate bishop ( i don’t usually follow the tv show canon for this but i can if i need to partially! ). clint is deaf the entire time; the degree to which is worsened during the incident with the clown re: fraction’s run. i also use fraction’s run personality. 

like the snap happens but he’s living in bed-stuy! he’s an avenger but he doesn’t live on the farm! you know! 

anyway if anyone needs any clarifications on any of this you can absolutely reach out to me. my main verse is loose so that i can alter it to write with anyone i need to/want to. 

love u. 

[learningcherryblossoms]

Types of Assistive Listening Devices

Assistive listening devices (ALDs) are special purpose listening devices that pick up sound from the source (e.g., speaker) and deliver it to the ear or the hearing aid of the person, reducing noise interference. ALDs are based on electromagnetic transmission (for group listening such as in classrooms), infrared light transmission (listening to music, TV, etc.), or frequency-modulated (FM) radio waves (meeting rooms, theaters, etc.)

Induction Loop (Teleloop)

This technology is based on electromagnetic transmission.  A teleloop system consists of an amplifier and a wire (the loop) installed along the perimeter of the room.  When the teleloop amplifier is connected to an audio source such as a TV, radio, or a public address system, the sound is transmitted directly to the receiver or hearing aid worn by the listener.  Many hearing aids are equipped with a telecoil (T-coil) that can receive electromagnetic transmission from telephones and induction loop systems.  When using T-coil equipped hearing aids, no additional receivers are required to receive teleloop transmission.   Room size and architectural considerations may, however, make it impossible to install teleloop systems in some facilities.  The teleloop system is also not portable making it less desirable for individual use outside the home.  The electromagnetic signals from the loop can pass through walls, ceilings, and floors.   Because of this “spill over” effect, separate induction loop systems normally cannot be used in adjacent rooms.   Induction loop systems are commonly used in classrooms for students with hearing impairment.  In such classrooms, the words spoken by the teacher wearing a microphone are directly transmitted to the hearing aid of the student bypassing the noise of a regular classroom.

FM System

Personal FM systems are similar to FM radio broadcast systems.  However, unlike FM radio broadcasts, which operate in the 88 to 108 MHz range of frequencies, the FM systems for private broadcasts utilize frequency bands in the range from 72 to 76 MHz and from 216 to 217 MHz.  The 72 to 76 MHz band is available for all private broadcast applications including ALDs. The Federal Communications Commission (FCC) in the U.S. has reserved 216 to 217 MHz band for ALD applications only. Since each system may use its own broadcast frequency, several systems can operate simultaneously at one location without interfering with one another.  The personal FM listening devices consist of a transmitter microphone used by the speaker and a receiver worn by the listener.

Unlike the loop system, the FM system requires a special receiver for each listener, whether s/he has a hearing aid or not. There are several types of FM receivers. The under-the-chin type stetoclip or Walkman type headset is available for those who prefer not to use a hearing aid in conjunction with the FM broadcast ALD.  A neck loop (personal teleloop) receiver is available for users of T-coil equipped hearing aids. FM broadcast ALDs are highly portable and have a broadcast range of up to 300 meters (nearly 1,000 feet).  They are appropriate for communication in situations where the speakers and/or the listeners are on the move (e.g., taking a walk), in small group discourses, as well as in hospitals and nursing homes.  It is also possible to incorporate private broadcast FM systems into public address systems in theaters, convention halls, places of worship, and other places that routinely use amplified sound.   In such situations, speakers need not wear a separate broadcast microphone.

FM broadcast ALDs cannot be used for confidential communication because anyone tuning into that frequency within the broadcast range can listen to it.   Certain FM broadcast ALDs also have the potential to amplify sounds in excess of 140 dB, endangering the residual hearing of users of such systems.

Infrared System

The infrared light ALDs make use of the same technology found in household remote control devices.    Infrared light is a part of the light spectrum not visible to the human eye.   In infrared ALDs, a modulated infrared carrier beam delivers speech and other sounds from the source to a receiver worn by the listener.    A major consideration in the use of infrared ALDs is the need to maintain a direct line of sight contact between the transmitter and the receiver.  There cannot be any physical obstruction between these two elements. Unlike FM systems, which are susceptible to radio interference, infrared systems provide a high quality signal.   However, the presence of high levels of incandescent light ("tube light") may reduce signal quality.   The range of infrared systems is typically limited to under 50 meters (about 150 feet).

[barnesandco]

Plzplzplzzzzz can you write a buckyxdeaf reader imagine, I just got my hearing aids after being diagnosed as moderate deaf a few months ago and there’s not enough of them imagines!!🥺 where reader gets her hearing aids or gets insecure about her deafness

Relearning

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: One very short allusion to the Winter Soldier. Insecurities about disabilities. Brief mention of a supporting character’s nightmares.

A/N: Thank you again for thinking of me for this request, nonny. I hope I was able to provide what you wanted. 

They day they arrive, your face falls like a confirmation of your worst anticipations. Hearing aids, as small and inconspicuous as possible, hidden if you close the fist you hold then in, lie on your palm, unassuming. Bucky's the only one who reads the tension in the hard way you've set you shoulders, and makes some indications to Steve that he picks up on immediately and clears out the common area. Nobody was staring in the first place -- only Tony had come up to the two of you at the chess table with the case in hand -- but Bucky knows you need your space, your time. He doesn't expect you to seek that distance away from him, too.

When the area is empty, you sit with Bucky's hand over one tightly clenched fist laid on the table, almost drawing blood, the other shaking furiously. He rises from his side to make his way to you, and you stand, too. But before he can get to you, you leave. Hearing aids in hand and tears barely held back, while Bucky feels as helpless as he ever has.

-----

Going back to his room, he thinks of when it all began. The explosion in Belarus a year ago, just before he could work up the courage to ask you out. The blast impaired your hearing and you started lip reading, made sure nobody approached you from behind. Refused to let Bucky learn sign language for your sake because you were convinced it would get better soon, even though he knew you were learning it yourself. Only, it didn’t, and the doctor’s appointments reinforced that idea, wrote it in concrete, and you tried to live with it regardless.

Naturally, you had to relent to medical opinion at some point, and you underwent further testing and Tony starting working on your hearing aids alongside a biomedical engineer from MIT named Hailey. This was the destination, and he suspected it would be hard to come to terms with, but he wished he had prepared for it better. If only he knew what to do.

-----

It takes you a full day to leave your room. The only reason Bucky doesn't break down your door is because Friday told him you're still eating.

When you emerge, it is a Saturday morning. Exercise hour. The morning is golden and yellow-green against the backdrop of the grounds the Sun has just risen over. Summer has sunk deep enough into early May's bones that the temperature is lukewarm.

He's hidden in the breakfast nook in the kitchen wearing ridiculous sheep patterned sweatpants -- Wanda's idea of a gag gift -- having opted out of the gym in hopes that you might reappear, and you do. Eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed, ethereal radiance dimmed but he accepts you to be the most wondrous person he knows even now.

Especially now, when you are hopefully able to utilize the sense that used to be impaired. The hearing aids look unusual on you, but only the way in which new things do. Something you do not recognize but are prepared to learn.

He watches you ready your breakfast. A couple of Wanda's blueberry muffins and jasmine tea. You love tea and he loves you. The crinkle in your nose, that he has missed so, as you wait for the water to boil. An itch behind your ear -- a new gesture, but just as endearing -- while the kettle simmers and hisses.

Still unaware of his presence, with your eyes focused elsewhere and ears not quite tuned to their aids, you sit at the kitchen island facing the window, the grass lawns, the fresh air seeping in through the opening. He watches you relish the morning on your face, your closed eyes and the curve of your lips loose and relaxed instead of in a frown like he last saw it. The moment is as still as ice, your forms frozen in glacier time, and Bucky, for all his hatred of the cold, would gladly stay in it if you'll let him be this close to you.

His own limbs release the stress in his shoulders slowly, springs unwinding in his marrow with creaks audible to his mind, and he  breathes a little slower, more naturally, more at ease now that you are here. His life vein, his gentle love.

The muffins are consumed slowly, your tongue peeking out to lick the last of their taste from your lips, the way Wanda's baking deserves to be savored. You nurse your tea in your hands for a long time, trying to take all the heat you can through the porcelain. Your fingers are always cold, Bucky knows. He has had too many tangled-bedsheet mornings, with your hands offering enough weight for him to feel but never enough for his skin to warm yours.

For a second, in between one rustle of the leaves in the border trees and the next, he forgets where he is, and loses himself in the memory of pressing your hands to his neck, letting you warm yourself by his collarbone and relishing in the hot goosebumps elicited by the movement of your hands down his abdomen.

But then you put your mug in the sink, and on instinct, Bucky rises and calls your name. Loud enough that he knows you'll hear him, but soft enough not to startle you. Everything is a delicate balance with you, a see-saw he is more than happy to keep in the air for you.

You're surprised to see him there, and you start to turn away, but Bucky speaks again.

"Please. Please, honey. Don't turn away," he pleads to your crestfallen expression, heart tearing at the seams. You need to understand that he is not going to give up on you for this, just like you've never turned away his metal arm.

Your hoarse voice, tired and sad in equal measure, says "Sorry." And you leave, again.

-----

Bucky does the only thing he can think of. He goes to Clint. The archer’s Bed-Stuy apartment emits sounds of vacuum cleaning and Bucky rings the bell twice before calling him. His phone bell is paired with his hearing aids, so he answers quickly, and lets Bucky in.

“You’re... cleaning,” Bucky states in a questioning voice, looking around at the apartment he has never seen in such a clean condition previously.

Clint clears his throat uncomfortably as he heads to the kitchen. “Yeah, Nat wanted to stay over for a bit and you know her...” he says with his face in the fridge, rummaging for Coca Cola, and indeed, Bucky does know. He knows of her clean-freak tendencies and the spate of nightmares she’s been having that might induce her to seek Clint’s comfort from the new, bad memories a mission in Moscow last month dredged up.

“So, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Clint asks pleasantly, forcing away the sympathetic sorrow in both of their minds.

Bucky blanches. He isn’t here for pleasantries, but he’s sure Clint will understand. “Could you teach me sign language?” Bucky asks back, and watches Clint consider the question. Clint knows about the recent arrival of your hearing aids, and your consequent insecurities. 

“Of course,” is the answer, and Bucky breathes a sigh of relief. Looks forward to learning something new. Something to bring him closer to you again.

-----

Bucky spends a month with his heart aching whenever you pass by him, thankfully no longer hiding away but still refusing to let him in, and he tries to invest his energy into showing you he loves you still, loves you always, and he does not think any lesser of you. 

Clint is patient. It takes Bucky’s hands a while to get used to the smooth, elegant flow of fingers to fist, to shape, to mold into meaning because he is so used to using his words. All that time with the mask has made him grateful for every letter he gets the chance to utter, but he will gladly give it up for you. If this sacred tongue that involves no tongue at all, that relays meaning through the extension of his forefinger, thumb and pinky from a fist -- love -- and the hand over his face -- beautiful -- and two peace signs joined at the top -- partner -- is what it takes to be yours, he’ll practise till you smile again.

-----

It takes another month for you to sit across from him at the chess table he has been waiting at since your hearing aids arrive. You hesitate by your chair. Bucky lifts his hands.¨

Flat right hand over the center of his chest. Clockwise arc. Please.

Thank you. Your fingers go from touching your lips to bringing your hand forth in a flat palm in front of him. Once you’ve sat down, Bucky rolls out the chess pieces, and you set them up.

Bucky watches you with scared scrutiny, praying for no wrong moves. Once the pieces are set up, you make your move, and then wait for Bucky. I love you, he signs, while the hubbub of the common area falls away. The world is silent save for the screaming brightness of your face. His only melody. His quiet choir. His silent muse.

I love you, too, you sign, and reach across the table to take his hand. Your smile is shaking, like it’s holding the weight of worlds, and Bucky takes the burdens away, leaning across to kiss your lips. The moment is a bubble of wonder, of marvellous adoration, where the air holds its breath. Your hands find Bucky’s hair as his come up to cradle your jaw gently. A metal finger traces over a hearing aid while his thumb strokes over your cheekbone. Stronger smiles form against each other’s lips. This is what home feels like. 

[lizabethl]

Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clint Barton/Loki, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson (background), James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark (background) Characters: Clint Barton, Loki (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Original Female Character(s), Maria Hill, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Bruce Banner Additional Tags: Past Mind Control, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Brainwashed Loki (Marvel), Bed-Stuy, Fraction's Hawkeye, Deaf Clint Barton, Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, house arrest, Angst, Apologies, Understanding, Loki (Marvel) is a Good Bro, Texting, Fluff, Magic, Loki (Marvel) Feels, Clint Barton Feels, Developing Relationship, Panic Attacks, Loki Is Trying, Post-Thor: Ragnarok (2017), New Asgard, Portals, Phone Calls & Telephones, Trust Issues, Confessions, First Kiss, Genderfluid Loki (Marvel), Getting Together, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Party, Identity Swap Summary:

Loki didn’t look a day older than he had in 2012, but he did look different. The brightness of his skin, the darkness of his hair and the color of his shirt brought out his eyes, which were locked onto Clint’s beneath the furrow of his brow.

Loki’s eyes shone emerald green, and Clint’s hold on himself broke loose.

Not a hint of fucking blue. This is bad. Or good. I don’t know what this is.

I FINALLY FINISHED IT OH MY GOD

[winterwidowhawkfest]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hawkeye (Comics), Marvel 616, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov Characters: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Kate Bishop, Lucky (Hawkeye) Additional Tags: Hypervigilance, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Deaf Clint Barton, Clint Barton Needs a Hug, Bisexual Character, full body hug as a form of, Bondage, Oral Sex, Threesome - F/M/M, making your own shit work Summary:

Hypervigilance is kicking in. Clint wishes he could sleep for a week, but he won’t even manage a full night. He’s gonna be up each time something moves in his peripheral vision. He’s already turned the stupid hearing aids up to the max. He’ll be checking the locks and the boarded up window every hour probably.

 Clint thought that everyone left after the Battle of Bed-Stuy, but Natasha's still here and that means the chances of him sleeping tonight have just improved dramatically.

[king-starkrogers]

Steve,I think Peter’s In Love

PART 1? 

this was supposed to be a short drabble but look what i did. Oh no.

     +

      Tony was the one who noticed it first. At first it was too fleeting to notice but it was kind of hard to notice that instead of making comments on bad parts about the star wars movie (the latest sequel) they were watching, Peter was hiding snorts and laughter with his hand while texting someone. Tony raised his eyebrows, not so subtly nudging Steve who was beside him, too engrossed in watching Finn and Poe run from stormtroopers to notice but tilted his head enquiringly towards where Tony was signalling with his eyes- pointedly. 

Steve, safe to say looked shock too because this was Star Wars, Peter! what was he doing? He in turn nudged Bucky who was sitting on the carpet, playing with Clint’s hair instead of watching the movie. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows confusingly at Peter and then gently tugged at Clint’s hair to signal him. 

By the time the the signals had gotten to Natasha, Bruce, Thor and Sam - the whole crew of avengers tower were now watching their resident teenager grinning down at his phone. 

Peter didn’t notice until it was too late of course, lifting his head with a shocked expression etched on his face at seeing his two parents smiling at him teasingly and the other adults (except for Bruce, he had a sense of pity for the kid) in turn smirking at his quickly reddening face. 

‘‘Um, you guys okay?’‘ Peter asked nervously, quickly clicking his phone off and pocketing it. 

‘‘Who you texting, Pete?’‘ Clint was the one who asked which led to Bucky hitting him on the forehead. Clint muttered an ‘‘Ow’‘ and rubbed his forehead with a pout. 

‘‘Let the boy text who he wants’‘ Natasha spoke up and gave Peter a reassuring smile. 

Peter shifted uncomfortably and moved to get up but Sam had slung an arm around him, keeping him in place. 

‘‘Yeah. Let the boy text who he wants and tell us who it is’‘ Sam grinned mischievously, hand creeping onto Peter’s pockets. Lucky for him, his resident spy and assassin aunts and uncles had taught him about fast reflexes which means he managed to jump out of Sam’s grip before his hand can touch Peter’s phone. 

Tony and Steve exchanged a look, a silent conversation between them and wondering if they should intervene on the rest of the team teasing their son. 

‘‘Is it MJ?’‘ Tony asked instead. Steve facepalmed and heaved a heavy sigh when Peter spluttered indignantly. 

‘‘Why-MJ’s my friend’‘ He insisted. 

‘‘We know, but friends don’t make you smile that big’‘ Tony pointed like the smart-ass he was. 

‘‘I don’t know about that, Bucky makes me smile pretty big’‘ Clint contested, looking up at Bucky with a shit-eating grin. 

‘‘Okay hawkguy, we know you guys aren’t just friends which just proves my point’‘ Tony stated, turning back towards his son with a grin. 

Peter covered his face with his hands and mumbled something. 

‘‘What was that, Pete?’‘ Steve tried the gentle approach, smiling encouragingly. 

Peter huffed in annoyance, glaring at everyone in sight. 

‘‘I said, can’t I have some sense of privacy? It’s my right you know’‘ He stated indignantly before stomping off like the moody teenager he is. 

‘‘Whew, talk about hormones’‘ Tony clicked his tongue. 

‘‘Tony..’‘ Steve looked at his husband with raised his eyebrows and Tony sighed. 

‘‘Okay okay, he’s right. Everyone back off from Peter until he’s ready to tell us’‘ Tony announced to the room. 

Everyone in the room nodded understandingly and turned back towards the movie. It lasted for about 2 minutes before Bruce finally spoke up. 

‘‘I know who it is.’‘ 

All eyes turned towards Bruce but Steve held up a hand before anyone can get a word in 

‘‘Mind keeping it to yourself, Bruce?’‘ Steve asked, eyes pleading to understand. 

Bruce nodded and mimed zipping his lips which made Clint and Sam groan in protest. 

+

  The whole movie night incident was forgotten for a while and the next time they had a Star Wars marathon was 2 weeks later. This time, Peter had invited someone over and had told his parents beforehand to not act weird or he will bolt from this tower and to Clint’s apartment in Bed-Stuy faster than Iron Man can suit up. Tony agreed but couldn’t stop grinning and Steve reassured that the avengers would be on their best behaviour. 

Which they all agreed to be except for when Peter walked out of the elevator with none other than Johnny Storm from the Fantastic Four. Tony almost choked on his coffee and Steve looked like he wanted to drop dead right then and there. 

‘‘Oh look it’s Reed Richard’s brother-in-law’‘ Tony mumbled, elbowing Steve in the ribs so hard it was fortunate he was a super soldier or he would’ve doubled over. 

Clint, who was hanging out at the counter of the kitchen with the perfect view of what was happening right now was laughing into his hand & Bruce who was preparing dinner had an amused smile on his face.

“Hi Mr Stark, Captain.” Johnny waved and smiled good naturedly as Peter mumbled something under his breath and steered him to one of the couches in the rec room.

Steve seemed to get his bearings quickly and gave Johnny a polite smile. “Johnny, good to see you. How’s Sue and the rest?” He asked, gently pulling Tony to the kitchen so he wouldn’t completely burst in front of their son on and could possibly be their son’s friend/more than a friend.

“Same old same old, i’m off babysitting duty tonight so Peter invited me for a good old fashioned Star Wars marathon” Johnny replied, grinning at Peter as he did.

Steve and Tony watched- amazed- as their son’s face turned an alarmingly shade of red that could beat Steve’s when he was attempting to flirt with Tony ages ago.

“Oh god it’s like watching a re-run of the Tony & Steve romance” Bucky groaned miserably which made Clint and Bruce ignore all kinds of subtlety as they laughed at the statement.

+

   Unfortunately, Peter had only introduced Johnny as his friend and not something else and honestly who could blame his state of denial, just look at his parents? It took them years of pining and some serious avenger-meddling, plus a near death sacrificial near death experience to get them to where they are now. 

‘‘So, Peter and.. Johnny’‘ Tony started on the night that their son invited the human torch over as he joined Steve in bed. Steve closed the book he was reading and set it aside so Tony could snuggle up to him comfortably. 

‘‘Peter said they were friends’‘ Steve pointed out and Tony hid a disbelieving snort where he was hiding his face in Steve’s chest. 

‘‘And you believe him?’‘ Tony lifted his head slightly to look at his husband with raised eyebrows. 

Steve rolled his eyes fondly as his hand played with Tony’s soft hair. 

‘‘I believe we should let Peter have his privacy and trust that he’ll tell us when he’s ready’‘ 

Tony hummed in agreement but then it turned into a groan of frustration. 

‘‘But why Johnny Storm? How did they even become close? Did Reed and Sue invite Peter to playdates without me knowing?’‘ Tony gave a faux gasp as a thought descended on him. 

‘‘.. You think Peter is secretly helping Reed in his lab? Is he betraying me and Bruce?’‘ 

Steve let out a laugh and placed a kiss on Tony’s forehead while the other man was pouting away at his own thoughts. 

‘‘Stop thinking so hard, Tony. they probably have mutual friends in school’‘ Steve tried to reassure him but it was hardly working. 

+

  Peter thought he was slick, he really did. He only ever invited Johnny over during the day - the boy never stayed the night. The only physical thing they did was fist bumps and high fives and he made sure Johnny never looked at him like that when they were anywhere near the other avengers after the first time he brought him over. Tough luck though because even a blind man could see it though. Or in Clint’s case - a deaf man.

     He narrowed his eyes slightly when Johnny casually slung an arm around Peter’s shoulders and the brunette gently took the arm off - stuttering something about getting some sodas and then throwing Clint a look before running to the kitchen.

Johnny sighed and scratched his head idly, making Clint feel kinda sorry for the kid.

He remembered wanting to touch Bucky almost all the time when they were a thing but not a thing and nobody knew about their thing. Thankfully, now he could because their thing became a relationship and Clint was so happy they did.

He wondered if Peter was going through the same thing. He’s never talked about girls before - except for MJ, his best friend. But even if he was gay or bi - Tony and Steve and the avengers were literally the last person that he would have problems with.

 “Hey, Johnny” Clint called out, making the blonde turn to him with a soft smile.

“Hawkeye” He nodded. Clint rolled his eyes at the formality and made himself comfortable next to the teenage fantastic four hero.

“You’re here almost every day, I think you can call me Clint now” He reassured him.

Johnny nodded and then looked back up to the movie that was on. They were watching Fast and Furious. Very romantic.

Clint wondered if he should ask the burning question or not, he wasn’t Peter’s parent. He should’ve called Tony or Steve but Peter would definitely chicken out if his parents were involved so maybe he should step in and be the voice of reason. Oh wow, if Nat could see him now.

“So... You and Peter...”

Oh great Hawkeye, nice start. Clint was mentally chastising himself when Johnny laughed, knowing how uncomfortable this was making the avenger.

“Peter and I... like each other” Johnny responded.

“That’s great!” Clint said but the look Johnny gave him didn’t make it like it was such a great thing.

“Isn’t it?” Clint asked.

“Yes! It’s great...” Johnny agreed, a soft smile appearing on his face. Aw man, Clint shouldn’t have said anything.

“But..?” Clint pressed on, determined to get an answer as to why they were hiding it.

“Oh well... Peter doesn’t want Captain America and Mr.Stark to know” Johnny explained.

Clint raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“The son of a gay couple doesn’t want his gay parents to know he’s gay?” Clint asked.

Johnny laughed suddenly and Clint looked like he was insane. What the hell?

“Oh no no! Peter isn’t worried about that! He just doesn’t want them to start worrying or worse - give him the talk”

Clint pulled a face and contemplated this information. Steve would be relentless about the talk and would badger Johnny with questions. Tony on the other hand would just be cool about it (after he was sure that Peter wasn’t doing science stuff with other scientists) but once he was okay with it, then he could go overboard too like rent a whole theme park for them or something.

The kid was smart, Clint could give him that.

“Well it won’t be long till they officially find out anyway.. right JARVIS?” Clint emphasised his point by asking the AI who had eyes all over the tower.

“You are quite possibly right, Mr Barton” The AI managed to answer and somehow sound smug for an artifical intelligence robot.

Clint shrugged at Johnny as if to say “see?” but the teenager just shook his head with an amused smile.

“Have you forgotten that Peter is Stark’s son? Of course he knows JARVIS watches everything. Which is why we only ever do stuff at my place” Johnny pointed out.

“Man, that kid is smart” Clint mumbled out loud this time, shaking his head.

Johnny nodded solemnly. “It kinda sucks though, i feel like a dirty secret sometimes” He mumbled the last part which Clint may or may not have caught even with his ear aids on but he could lip read pretty well.

Which was why he clapped a hand on the boy’s shoulder and gave him a small encouraging smile.

+

Peter heard everything. Of course he did, and damn was he that obvious with Johnny that even Clint figured it out?

After Clint left, they continued hanging our until Sue called Johnny back home to babysit and he didn’t even bother to give Peter a “bro” hug before leaving.

And it hurt. Gave him a slight tugging at his chest like someone was squeezing it to see how much he could endure.

He left to the rooftop of the tower, sitting on the ledge like he wasn’t a clumsy idiot who could fall off anytime but it gave him a sense of calmness. Whenever things got too much, he would look out at the Manhattan skyline and try to imagine that his problems were not as big as it was.

This one was pretty big though. He should just tell his parents about Johnny. Like really tell them, basically outing himself. It’s not like they would care much. It’s just that Peter sometimes feels like his parents were too involved in his life. He loves the attention when he was younger but he was 16 now and if both of them found out about Johnny, they would be relentless. It sounds ridiculous and yet what’s more ridiculous than having Captain America & Iron Man as his dads?

“Oh, i know that look” Peter startled at the voice, whipping his head around to locate where it came from.

“Jesus Uncle Buck, I could’ve fell” He gestured towards the ledge manically.

Bucky shrugged and made himself comfortable right next to Peter.

“Hmm, i would’ve caught you kid. No problem” Bucky replied calmly. Peter opened his mouth to protest but then stopped because he would. Him and Clint and Nat and anyone else in this tower would do anything to make sure he’s okay. He felt a pang of guilty at that because him keeping Johny away from them was something that was definitely not right. 

‘‘You look as miserable as when Steve told Tony he couldn’t buy his way in for you to ride that rollercoaster when you were 4′‘ Bucky said, his metal arm ruffling Peter’s hair slightly. 

He would normally complain but this time it felt comforting so he just slouched down more and sighed. 

‘‘I feel bad keeping Johnny a secret’‘ He mumbled helplessly. 

‘‘What secret?’‘ Bucky responded amusingly and Peter threw him a look that made the older man laugh. 

‘‘We all clearly know you’re dating him. Go at your own pace to tell your parents, kid. There’s literally no rush.’‘ He reassured. 

‘‘I can’t! Johnny told Clint he felt like a dirty secret’‘ 

The look of no surprise on Bucky’s face told Peter that he knew that already. Is there even anything that Clint knows that Bucky won’t know? 

‘‘You gotta remember relationships are a two-way thing. Parents and adults aside, it all boils down to the fact that if you and Johnny are ready to go public. You’re a Stark-Rogers, kid and he’s a teenage superhero. There’s literally no hiding if you decide to show everyone. And to start, you have to make it clear with your parents. You know Steve and Tony would make sure nothing happens to you right?’‘ Bucky finished the last sentence with a small smile and Peter nodded, his eyebrows furrowed in determination as he took in what was being said. 

‘‘The winter soldier just gave me dating advice’‘ Peter mumbled, burying his face in his hands. 

Bucky moved to get up with one last pat on the shoulder for him. 

‘‘I’ll make sure Hawkeye steps in next time, and knowing teenagers - I can guess what’s next’‘ He pulled a face. 

Realisation on what Bucky was implying dawned on Peter and he made a face at that. ‘’Gross, please go away’’ and all he heard was Bucky’s retreating laughter.

So Peter guessed it was time to officially introduce his boyfriend huh?

Okay, he can do this. 

[weekendwritingmarathon]

This weekly roundup includes fics written (at least in part) during the 1k1h sprints and/or the Weekend Writing Marathon events. Today we have a special Marvel-only assortment of fics to share. (One of our writers has quite the hoard of fics they’d forgotten to share.)

Fics are ordered by word count from smallest to largest.

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Another Night In (chapter 2) by @beetlejuicelover

Marvel || m/f, Steve Rogers x Reader || Mature || No major warnings apply || 1,192 words || WIP

Summary: Mighty thin walls these apartments have, at least when you're a super solider

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Return to Hawkeye by @pherryt​

Marvel || winterhawk || General || No major warnings apply || 5,838 words || Complete

Summary: Bucky's Pandemic Mask Collection may have gotten a bit out of hand, but if he had to wear one, he was going to own it. He just hadn't counted on certain people seeing the one he was wearing today.

Other tags: Avengers, non powered bucky, natasha's a good bro, Pandemic, Vet!bucky prosthetic, deaf!Clint, Face Masks, Small bit of angst, Fluff, the tower is attacked, hurt!bucky, tony tinkering with Buckys arm, Clint to the rescue, clint is a role model, minor PTSD, almost a panic attack, Bucky is embarrassed, natasha and tony are amused, bucky still kicks ass

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Man Overboard by @pherryt​

Marvel || winterhawk || Teen & up || No major warnings apply || 6,322 words || Complete

Summary: When their covers are blown, Bucky and Clint must make their way to the backup extraction point. They didn't count on their transport getting blown up or that the bad guys would get in a lucky shot...

Other tags: Mission Fic, extraction, hurt!bucky, deaf!Clint, Traveling, Confessions, naked!Clint, Canon Typical Violence, Broken Promises, Boats, Mission Gone Wrong, Hurt/Comfort, Snuggling, Pining, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Angst, humor too, why is Clint naked, First Kiss, bucky pov, compromised, oblivious idiots, competent Clint

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Divine Blessing by @pherryt​

Marvel || ameriwinterthunderhawk - Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes/Thor/Clint Barton || Explicit || No major warnings apply || 14,376 words || Complete

Summary: In Ospana, Gods and Goddesses often walked the land and bestowed their blessings upon any they deemed worthy or pleasing in some way, and many villages tried to curry these favors by selecting champions to offer to their chosen Pantheon. The Village of Glarnyraefon was no different in their worship of the Thunder Lords, but if there was one thing Clint, Steve and Bucky knew, it wouldn't be them that received such a gift. So they thought.

Other tags: Fantasy AU, PWP, Magic, Storms, Lightning, tub sharing, Dancing, Feels, Sweet, Smut, Marathon Sex, tub sex, Pining, gifts, deaf!Clint, Beauty, Lots and lots of sex, Blowjobs, Fingering, Anal Sex, Kissing, Switching, Gods and Goddesses, brief mention of prejudices, Worthy, Soft Boys, Gentle Thor, Minor Angst, lots of fluff(but not as much as there is smut)

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No Longer Drowning by @pherryt​

Marvel || winterhawk (bucky/clint) || Teen & up || No major warnings apply || 15,390 words || Complete

Summary: Clint's been in a holding pattern since New York. He's hiding out in Bed-Stuy, only coming out to play when the Avengers need him. For two years he's been doing that, while his personal life's been falling apart behind him. Then DC happens and Natasha bundles him and Lucky off to some Art Retreat in the middle of nowhere to keep him safe, maybe work out some things in the process. He does not expect Jimmy and his goats. And why does Jimmy seem a little familiar?

Other tags: Art Retreat, Post Avengers, post winter soldier, Canon Divergent, natasha's a good bro, deaf!Clint, Fraction!Clint, depressed!Clint, Goats, goat whisperer, goat whisperer!bucky, Angst, Fluff, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling, Secrets, Painting, Sculptures, artist!clint, Gardener!Bucky, aftermath of avengers, Aftermath of brainwashing, art as therapy, thunderstorm, disguises, lucky, low self worth, PTSD, Recovery, Hiding, Hiding in Plain Sight, bucky goes by jimmy

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Broken Angels by @pherryt​

Marvel || ameriwinterwidowhawk (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov/Clint Barton) and variations thereof || Explicit || No major warnings apply || 62,812 words || Complete

Summary: What if the Avengers never formed because they failed? What happens to the world then and what do the survivors do?

Other tags: Canon Divergent, Dark fic, D/s elements, Captured, fighting, Brainwashing, Collars, world wide devastation, low self worth, tempers, Angst, lots of Angst, Post Avengers, post winter soldier, Road Trip, Hydra, Avengers, Hurt Everybody, mentally unstable, Dubious Consent, Steve POV, mission, giving themselves a mission, PTSD, Canon Typical Violence, Happy Ending, No major character deaths, Hurt/Comfort, Unexpected Bonding, Name Changes, Bits of fluff, Alpine, temporary deafness, Smut, smut as coping mechanism

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[marblesarelost]

fanfic authors tag game

Tagged by @cakeisnotpie

AO3 Name:  LostMyMarbles

Fandoms:  Ah ye gods.  Marvel Comics, MCU, Star Wars, DC Comics Penguin, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Star Trek to a point, Supernatural to a point, Sherlock to a point

Number of fics: Under the Marbles name? Two

1. Fic you spent the most time on: Well….wait, do you mean counting the Phan-fic that I wrote and sold on Kindle? Because that took nine months. Longer.  (Don’t look for it, it’s gone now, and also it was horrible)

2. Fic you spent the least time on:  A short piece I wrote for @linotte--melodieuse

3. Longest fic:  Again, I have to point to the Phan-fic that is alas dead.  Smoke was really long, I think it was -- it was over 20 chapters.  Unfinished, all my shit’s unfinished because I have no discipline.

4. Shortest fic:   Again, I have to say the short private piece I mentioned above.

5. Most hits:  Change Your Mind, Change Your Life -- 4,512

6. Most kudos:  Change Your Mind, Change Your Life

7. Most comment thread:  Change Your Mind, Change Your Life

8. Fave fic you wrote:   Ah…under Marbles?  I really do like CYMCYL.  I like TWIDAFOD but CYMCYL is a better fic all around, I think.  Under the old name?  Toss up between Smoke and A Penguin And His Pack.  

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on:   Smoke.  Oh, GOD but Smoke needs rewritten so badly.  It’s a beautiful story but it got away from me. 

10. Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning:

Title:  Well I Tried To Make It Sunday Pairing:  Clint Barton/Wade Wilson

Everything hurt.

And everything stank.

Not just stink, not just like when Lucky had let a good one after a slice, but like when he’d gone out and rolled around in the dead fucking pigeons in the park at the end of the street that time.  It had taken three baths and four industrial cans of tomato juice to get that stank out of his fur, and it hadn’t really, it’s just that Clint had become acclimated to the smell --

He made the mistake of opening his eyes.  “Fuck.” The curse was heartfelt, small, and irritation just bled from his voice; he was somewhere dark and rank, which meant he was in a goddamn dumpster again -- his hand brushed something chilly and wet as he reached for his lighter.

“FUCK!”  The corpse underneath him didn’t answer, and thank FUCKING God for that, as Clint sat up, dropped his lighter, and spent another forty seconds blindly grasping everything around where it should be before finding the blessed hot plastic.  He took a deep breath, took late to worry about airborne contagion now, and flicked his Bic again.  

He was in some shit, some serious shit, he realized as he looked around.  It wasn’t a dumpster; it was…the fuck was the word.  Fuck it, a tomb, he was in a goddamn tomb, because it wasn’t a fucking morgue, and it sure as hell wasn’t somewhere he felt great about being in.

“Sorry about this,” he muttered as he bent down and ripped part of…Charlie’s, he decided, looking down at the dead guy he’d been beside.  This one was Charlie, and he was tearing off part of Charlie’s shirt.  The fabric tore easily, maybe a little too easily -- it was rotten, which meant it would burn too quick, really.  “Shit.”  Find a wall, some part of his brain said.  Find the wall, then move along --

A muscular arm wrapped around his neck from behind, and for the second time, Clint dropped the lighter, his right arm coming back sharply to elbow the guy behind him in the gut, but catching only air, he tried to turn, but was caught again.  Spandex.  Whoever it was was wearing spandex.  And he was blind, and, he realized suddenly, deaf.  His hearing aid had fallen out somewhere, fuck, fuck, fuck -- light blinded him, bright white, then whoever was behind it…backed off?  Before a hand appeared in the light, signing clumsily.

“Fuck, Clint, I’m sorry.  It’s DP.”  The D and P were close together, but styled funny --

“Wade?”  He said, and the hand turned up in a thumbs up.  “Fuck, Wade, sorry, I don’t -- I can’t hear --“

The hand signed again.  “I can tell.  Hang on.”

(Do I get to kiss him yet?)

[Not yet, Wade.  Gonna draw it out, baby.  Make it good.]

(Okay, Bubbles.  Lots of UST?)

[You know it, baby.]

(Oooh I like UST.  Just not too much, ‘kay?)

[I’ll do my best, Wade.  Let’s get back to the story now, ‘kay?]

The light went down on the ground, highlighting Deadpool in his black and red spandex.  Clint bit back a sigh; well if he had to be stuck someplace weird as fuck, might as well be with somebody who can’t die.  Wade was able to use both hands to sign now, and did so.

“Sorry, Clint.  Didn’t know it was you, didn’t want to give myself away with the light.”

“That’s fine, that’s great, you’re forgiven.  Just -- where the hell are we, Wade?”

Wade hesitated, his hands falling to his sides for a moment before he signed again.  “I don’t know.  What were you looking for?  What were you doing?”

“I was -- “ Clint struggled to think. “I was…walking home?  Walking home.  Didn’t want to stay in the Tower this week, I wanted to go home to Bed-Stuy and eat at Mister Lo’s tonight.”

“Oooh, I love Mister Lo’s!  He always adds the peppers and the --“ the signs cut off abruptly, then Wade shrugged.  “Not now.  Now, we figure out how to get out of here.  Yeah?”

“Best idea you’ve had,” Clint agreed. “Keep an eye out for my aids, please?”

“I will,” Wade nodded as he signed. “Okay.  Ideas?”

“Find a wall.  Follow the wall to the door, pray to god there is a door, because if there’s not, then…”

“Then we got dropped from above. And…” Wade picked up his light again, aimed it upward.  The beam petered out about ten, maybe fifteen feet up into the darkness.  The drop to his shoulders meant he was thinking the same thing Clint was, before he moved the light again to sign.  “I got a bad feeling about this, Chewie.”

“Fuck you, you’re not Han.”

“Am too.  I’m a heroic scoundrel.”

“Scoundrel I’ll agree with.” Clint bit his lip, trying to think. He didn’t have his gear; he’d left his Avengers bow at the tower, he was just going to hang out at the apartment, he had another bow there… “Let’s…let’s try to find a door, anyway.  We might get lucky.”

 Tagging:  @sasskarian,  @imperiuswrecked

[clintbartonruinedmylife]

Could you maybe continue blind!Matt/deaf!Clint fic? Maybe one or more of the Avengers finding out? Thanks! I love your writing!

Tony parked his car in front of an apartment building in Bed Stuy. He looked up and down the facade and sighed. It wasn’t new but it was in good order and condition. He saw a few brand new windows in the first floor. Apparently Barton took good care of his building.

He sighed, opened the door and left the car.

The front door wasn’t locked and Tony saw a small entrance hall with mail boxes on one side of the wall. There was an elevator but it had a sign ‘out of order’ stuck on it. With another sigh he went to the stairs and searched for apartment H.

A dog started to bark when he knocked at the door and only a moment later Clint opened the door.

“Hey, Tony!” He said grinning. “Come in.”

He stepped aside and Tony went in. He’s been here before and once again he wondered why Clint refused to move to the HQ. The apartment was small, the master suite in his mansion was bigger than the whole apartment.

“Why are you here?” Clint asked and gestured at the couch. Tony sat down and Clint looked at the stairs nervously. When he turned around, too, he saw the dog sitting on one of the stairs, watching him.

“Why am I here?” Tony asked and his brows hit his hairline. “Why are you here? We have a nice apartment for you and your dog at the HQ and it’s faster if we need you for a mission. So, what…”

He didn’t finish his sentence when he heard steps from the stairs, human steps, not the dog’s. Tony turned around to find a half-naked man, wearing only a towel around his hips and red-tinted glasses.

“Oh,” Tony said. The man reached for the rail and came down, felt for the backrest of the couch and walked around it to take a seat in the armchair beside it. Clint’s ears turned red when he looked back at him. “Oh, I understand.”

“Tony, that’s Matt,” Clint said. “Matt, Tony.”

“Hello, Tony,” Matt said and held his hand out for Tony to shake. Tony noticed that he held it too far to his left and he furrowed his brows again. But then he took it and shook it.

“Nice to meet you,” Tony said. He watched Matt out of the corner of his eyes. Something wasn’t right with him.

Clint sighed and rolled his eyes. “What?” he huffed and Tony’s head snapped around.

“What?” he asked, too.

“You’re staring at him as if he has a second head. You know I’m bisexual and…”

“That’s not the reason, babe,” Matt said and smiled. He turned to Tony. “I’m blind,” he added then and now it was Tony who blushed violently.

“That’s… I mean… I didn’t…” he started but then he shut his mouth and looked at Clint. He furrowed his brows again. “Wait, wait, wait. He’s blind,” he pointed at Matt, “and you’re deaf.” He pointed at Clint. “How does that work when…”

“Matt can sign and I can speak, even when I’m not wearing my aids. You know, I lost my hearing as a grown up,” Clint said. And Matt nodded. He gestured with his hands and Clint started to grin.

“What did he say?” Tony asked and Clint’s grin broadened.

“He said, if you could shut up for a minute or two we could be the three wise monkeys,” he said and Matt shook his head.

“I didn’t say that,” he said aloud now. “I wanted to know why you are here.”

“I want Clint to move into the HQ with the rest of us,” Tony said.

“Sorry, Tony,” Clint said. “The answer is still the same. But now - at least - you know the reason.”

“He can move in, too,” Tony snorted. “We have enough space.”

“And it can’t hurt to have a lawyer at hand?” Clint asked. Matt chuckled when Tony’s head snapped around.

“Yes, the blind guy is a lawyer,” Matt said.

“I’m… uh… sorry,” Tony said and then he cleared his throat. “So, what do you say?”

Matt gestured again and then Clint nodded.

“Thanks, Tony,” he said. “We will think about it.”

Tony looked at the two men, then sighed and went to the door. Clint followed him and held the door when he went out. He reached in his pocket, took out a key and gave it to Clint.

“Just in case,” he said. And Clint smiled.

“Thanks, Tony.”

[shatteredhourglass]

@claraxbarton wanted to hear more about the kidnapping fic, so;  Clint gets kidnapped by Hydra and by the time the fic starts, he’s been gone for months. He and Bucky were already in a relationship at this stage, so he and Natasha are just catatonic, lurking around his apartment in Bed-Stuy. 

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“Did you lose him?”

“He was injured,” Sam says. “Something fell on his leg during the explosion, he can’t have gone far.”

Natasha glances at him, and the look on her face is torture. “Should I go get him?”

The words are offered kindly, because Natasha’s trying to be good to him but she’s worried he’ll let Clint hurt him, won’t be willing to knock him down if he’s not all there. Bucky’s compromised, he knows he is, but he needs to get Clint himself or he’ll go insane, so he just shakes his head tightly and strides past them. Broken glass and things he doesn’t focus on too much crunch under his boots, but none of it is relevant in his search. His hand clenches tight around his gun, but there’s nothing when he glances around another shipping container. He’s got to be here somewhere, and even if he is dazed and hurt and quite possibly brainwashed, he’s Clint, so Bucky just has to stop and think about where he’d go if he were Hawkeye.

The answer, of course, is up.

There’s a couple of crates that haven’t been burned or blown to pieces, stacked up a few meters high, and when Bucky drops his weapon and pulls himself up onto the first one, he’s greeted with a knife bouncing off the metal of his left shoulder. It falls to the ruins below and he twists to the side, where a low-hanging piece of steel shields him from where the knife came from. There’s nothing else, however, not even movement, and after a pause he peeks out, hoping there’s not another blade heading his way. His eyes land on a dark shape in the corner, smears of blood on the metal, and for a second he stops breathing. His hunch had certainly been right, at least, because the broken, battered-looking blond sitting in the corner, looking wild and dangerous, is Clint Barton, although there’s no recognition in those sharp blue eyes. They’ve got him wearing different hearing aids, black and barely visible in the shadows, but at least they didn’t leave him deaf. 

He raises a hand and Clint flinches back, even though he’s too far to have any damage done.

“Clint,” he says, and his voice cracks, just a little. “’m not gonna hurt you, doll, it’s okay. I came to take you home.”

[ao3feed-winterhawk2-archive]

Not So Worthless

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51370039 by Lynlee494 Bucky Barnes’s family is indebted to Alexander Pierce, a powerful man who has preyed on him and those like his family for decades. There were only a few years of service left to pay his debt, but recently Pierce's brute Rumlow had been escalating in his violence. Fearing the inevitable and with no where to actually go Pierce can’t reach, Bucky had begun to accept his fate. Then Bucky’s luck turns when a persistent advertisement for an insanely affordable apartment in Bed-Stuy interrupts his browsing at a bakery, the shop close enough to pick up the free wi-fi from the Avenger’s Tower. Maybe there is a chance. **** Clint Barton has a surprise new tenant that he is pretty damn sure there had been no application for. Likely Jarvis’s idea, the AI sparing some processing to help manage Clint’s apartment. Avenging and being a landlord took a toll. Not a problem except the top floor – Clint’s floor – had been left empty save him for safety reasons. Which meant the only vacancy was right next door. And it turns out the new guy is hot. And maybe kinda in trouble. Which is so his type. So many ways this can go bad, and Clint is sure he'll find all of them. Words: 6744, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Hawkeye (Comics), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Clint Barton's Tenants (Hawkeye), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Lucky (Hawkeye), Brock Rumlow, Alexander Pierce Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes & Clint Barton, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence - Relationship Additional Tags: Modern Bucky Barnes, Matt Fraction-inspired Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes is Not the Winter Soldier, Clint Barton is an Avenger, Human Trafficking, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, On the Run, Emotional Manipulation, Self-Blame, Self-Esteem Issues, Protective Clint Barton, Clint Barton Doesn't Have A Secret Family, Clint Barton's Apartment Building, Clint's Tenants are Awesome, Clint Barton is Hawkeye, Sneaky Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Protective Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Aftermath of Torture, Angst, Abusive Relationships, Whump, Bucky Barnes Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Deaf Clint Barton, Past Child Abuse, Clint Barton Feels, winterhawk - Freeform, Slow Burn, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Manipulation, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Torture, Prior Circus Performer Clint Barton, Creepy Brock Rumlow, Evil Alexander Pierce, Clint Barton Has PTSD, Victim Blaming, Lonely Bucky Barnes, Power Imbalance, Humiliation, Ableism, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Past Rape/Non-con, Found Family, NaNoWriMo, DO NOT POST ELSEWHERE read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51370039

[atramentotm]

little clin.t bar.ton facts  

last year of schooling was fifth grade 

ran away and joined the circus. you know. every kids dream. 

small spaces + being high up = nice 

dogs dogs dogs dogs. 

made a dog arrow that barks when used for no other reason that it makes him laugh hysterically 

cats are the devils creature except for that one cat that hangs out on nat’s window sill. that’s chill. 

communicates in English and ASL / deaf since an altercation with his father when he was around seven. got by since then with the hearing he had left + lip reading bc ... circus does not provide hearing aids. got worse through some work related incidents when he was older. uses hearing aid now.  

can eat a whole pizza without using his hands 

iowa --> a lot of places --> bed stuy 

more fraction based than anything else 

all hurt or sad kids are his now. goodbye. 

[learningcherryblossoms]

Communicating with the Deaf. 

Lesson 1: How loud is too loud? How long is too long? 

So this is a part of my new course for the semester, Communicating with the deaf. there’s a series of articles I have to read. Perhaps when I have more time I’ll type up the notes. In the mean time, Here is the article to read. It’s like four paragraphs just talking about how loud noises can be and what to do to prevent hearing loss. 

http://www.public.iastate.edu/~giri/286_lessons/286_reading_list/286_test_1/t11_NIDCD_How-Loud-How-Long.pdf

[ao3feed-winterhawk]

Bleeding Out

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2tfuQtx

by SPNxBookworm

Clint just wanted to have a nice day and show his boyfriend, Bucky, around Bed-Stuy. But alas, it was not meant to be. When you mix automatic turrets, killer robots, the damn snow and the fact that Clint Barton really hates the cold, it's really just a disaster waiting to happen.

Words: 3191, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel), Hulk (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton

Additional Tags: winterhawk - Freeform, Hurt Clint Barton, Protective Bucky Barnes, Worried Bucky Barnes, Snark, Sarcasm, Deaf Clint Barton, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Clint Barton Needs a Hug, Self-Worth Issues, Established Relationship

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2tfuQtx