["A quiet afternoon nap; winterhawk sketch . . .
Bucky is always hungry for skin contact
and Clint is happy to provide <3"
Ordinarily, I'm not a dedicated fan of WinterHawk, but this classic 2015 fic is a good read and I'm sure it must be one of the pillars of this pairing's popularity.
My Summary:
Clint is still recovering from being Loki's brainwashed pawn and then Steve rescues the Winter Soldier and now they're all living together in the Tower. Steve is about to have a nervous breakdown from dealing with an erratic Bucky and a jealous Tony. Fury gives Clint the mission of being Bucky's buddy to take some of the pressure off Steve. It works beyond anyone's wildest imaginings. Clint and Bucky are both hot messes, and that gives them lots in common.
Excerpt (Chapter 3):
“So there’s four of these films?” Bucky says with a frown as he balances an M&M on his metal thumb. He nudges Clint’s knee with his toe. “Do they all feature a middle aged cop running around with no shoes?”
Clint swallows his mouthful of pizza and then turns his face towards Bucky, eyes still turned towards the TV. Bucky flicks the M&M straight into his open mouth.
“Nah,” he says. “In the fourth one the middle aged cop blows up a helicopter with a car. Wearing shoes, though.”
Bucky snorts derisively. “Who needs a car to blow up a helicopter? I could blow up a helicopter with a paperclip.”
“I don’t doubt you,” Clint says finishing off the slice. He turns his face towards Bucky and opens his mouth for another M&M; Bucky dutifully obliges and Clint crunches it down with a grin. “Hey, we could turn this into a national sport.”
“All our years of sniper training comes down to whether I can feed you candy from three feet away without moving?” Bucky says.
“Well, you’re doing fuck all else with those years of training,” Clint says lazily, and the next M&M hits him on the temple. “Hey, that’s a waste of good candy,” he protests, plucking the M&M off of the blanket and popping it into his mouth.
“I want to do more with my training,” Bucky suddenly says. He’s holding an M&M between metal fingers, rolling it back and forth and staring at it like it holds the secrets to the universe. “Feel utterly useless sat here like some sort of broken part.”
And wow, that's honest and pretty fucking deep. And borne from nothing more than a tasteless joke about throwing candy around. Clint opens his mouth, closes it again. He tries again but still can’t find the words; gives up and scratches the back of his head awkwardly.
“Dont say anythin’ you’ll just hurt yourself,” Bucky sighs, all faint Brooklyn attitude. “I just wanted to say it.”
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