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https://archiveofourown.org/works/66600550/chapters/171802396

This is a WinterHawk piece I wrote for my winning bidders, oper_1895 and stillcentre. It hasn't gotten very much traction or engagement, so it might end up being my last fic that I write for this pairing. Sometimes, things just don't hit, and I get it, but it hurts your feelings when you put the work in for a chaptered story with an actual plot, and it just lies in the dustballs while people who post tag-dump piles of drabbles or list every character who so much as sneezes just for exposure, page hits and clout get all the traffic.

Leaving this here for the crickets.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16464113/chapters/38557847


Snippet:

“Clint? What’re you doing?”

“Numfum,” he mumbled around a mouthful of something, hovering over the edge of the refrigerator door. He licked the spoon he was eating from and backed up to show Bucky the white container.

Bucky paled, rushing forward to take the expired cottage cheese from his hand. “Damn it, Clint! I don’t even remember when I bought that! Don’t eat that! I just went shopping! Fuck.” Clint stared at him in confusion and disappointment as he plucked the container and spoon from his grip, throwing one in the garbage and the other in the sink.

“I thought it tasted a little sharp. It was fine to me, though.”

“M’sorry. Hey, just… watch out for the labels. I promise that on my end, I’ll clean out the fridge more often. Fuck. Sorry. M’sorry.”

“Buck-O, I couldn’t even tell the difference. C’mon. Your adrenaline’s spiking again. Just chill. What else have we got?”

Bucky tugged on his ponytail absently. “Cereal.” He nodded to the cupboard, and Clint flung open its doors. His face lit up at the sight of the Cap’n Crunch box, new and unopened.

“Sweet!”

The cereal clattered cheerfully into the bowl while Bucky started the pot of coffee, just the way they both liked it: “Dark as my soul,” Clint had described the first time Bucky asked him.

“We’re gonna get along fine.”

“Well, you knew that right off the bat, pal.”

While the Starbucks Morning Joe grounds released tempting, nutty aroma into Bucky’s tiny kitchen, he puttered around, righting the clutter and dirty dishes from the night before.

“Did you really go through this many pizza pockets?”

“I was hungry. Didn’t feel like going out for takeout. I’m due to recharge soon,” Clint admitted. Bucky noticed he was looking a little glowy around the eyes again, and a few of his scales were showing. He looked like any average mortal after a rough bender the night before.

“Can we do a few things before you go?”

“What’d you have in mind?”

“Errands?” Bucky asked hopefully.

“Sure.”

“Even if one of them’s the DMV?” Bucky asked hopefully.

Clint’s shoulders slumped dramatically, and he tossed his spoon onto the counter. Bucky bit back a snicker.

“Aw, Buck, no!”