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mr. bucket; buckets of fun ([info]sgt_barnesjb) wrote in [info]snapthread,
@ 2019-10-06 09:58:00

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Entry tags:bucky barnes (mcu), clint barton (616), gamewide plot

WHO: Tiny Mr. And Mr. Barton-Barnes
WHAT: Who are you? Wait, do I know you?
WHERE: Their room
WHEN: Waking up
RATING: Maybe some swears because these kids curse




It was pretty normal for Bucky to wake up with someone else in his bed. He and Steve had sleepovers a lot. It wasn't even hard for them to fit into his twin sized bed side by side because Steve was so small. Other times they'd take the sofa cushions and put them on the floor so they could build a sheet fort over them. That was fun too, but last night they'd stayed up late fallen asleep in Bucky's bed after making up scary stories to tell each other.

So when Bucky woke up, he thought nothing of the small body he was pressed into from behind. He was a little bony, but Bucky was used to that. He saw familiar blonde hair and smiled a little. "Stevie, wake up," he grumbled sleepily. "We gotta see if my mom will make us egg sandwiches that we can eat while we listen to the morning radio." He shifted and felt something heavy on his hand. Actually, his whole left arm was kind of sore. That was weird. He lifted his hand and found a ring on his finger that was way too big. "Huh?"

He then realized the bed was way, way too big. "What the.. Steve?" He pushed himself up and untangled himself from the boy beside him. The boy he realized was not Steve at all. "What the hell?" He didn't know where he was, but he there was this strange feeling of familiarity about it. And he felt the same feeling when he looked down at the boy in the bed.



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[info]today_sucks
2019-10-08 12:44 am UTC (link)
If Clint's eyebrows shooting upward wasn't enough of a sign of his surprise, his loud delivery of "Oh wow!" probably most definitely was. Because this? This didn't happen like ever. Barney was learning sign, yeah, but that was just Barney.

But this kid? This --amazingly cool kid? Clint just smiled, so happy that it was almost goofy. He stuck the ring onto the chain around his neck with quick little movements, clasping it back together just as the other boy finished. Home, he signed immediately. Although maybe that wasn't right? But it sure felt like it, now that he had a moment to process. There was an awful lot of purple, anyway.

C L I N T he went on, signing his name and kind of bouncing up excitedly on his knees, pushing himself a little closer to the boy, like he just wanted to be in his orbit, as close to it as possible. "Clint. I dunno. What's your name?" he felt like he already knew, but just wanted some kind of confirmation and that didn't make sense either.

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[info]sgt_barnesjb
2019-10-08 05:51 pm UTC (link)
Things were weird, but also really not weird? Was that something that made it even more weird -- that it wasn't weird? Because the longer he sat there looking at this boy -- Clint, was his name -- the more Bucky felt like yes, this was home just as he'd signed to him. That didn't make sense though, did it? His home was with his family in Brooklyn. And Steve had just been there sleeping next to him. Bucky didn't understand how he'd ended up here, away from all of that but in a place that didn't seem completely unfamiliar anymore. And that ring? What did it mean? Clint had one too. It reminded him of the one his father wore. Same finger, too. It was currently resting on his thigh since he'd set it down to use Sign -- which apparently he knew? Of course he did. How? He just did.

J A M E S, he spelled out with his fingers. But call me B U C K Y. Because James was his name but he did not like being called it at all. Bucky suited him much better. He found himself smiling when Clint moved closer because that was exactly what he found he wanted him to do. He wanted to be nearer, he wanted to feel more of this fondness instead of the confusion. "This." You have one too, he signed, and then picked up the ring. It was shiny and pretty and -- "Wait." He squinted and looked at it a little better. On the inside he could see little letters. Names? His name? Clint? Yes, etched into the metal were the names Clint + Bucky and there was a date. Look at this. He handed his ring to Clint.

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[info]today_sucks
2019-10-08 06:36 pm UTC (link)
When he spelled out JAMES, Clint found himself frowning and shaking his head a little -- and it was really a saving grace that he carried on with BUCKY next. Because Bucky made sense. Bucky was what he'd wanted to hear. Or, well, see spelled out, in any case. Clint nodded like he approved and agreed and all was right in the world again.

"Bucky," he repeated and it came out fond and happy and not as loud as all the rest. "Yeah." But then he was pointing to the ring and Clint blinked, leaned forward to read the words (even though he didn't have to, he had great vision) and then made a thoughtful little curious noise before pulling the chain out from underneath his too-big shirt. And yeah, his ring said that too. And there was even more writing on the little plates on the chain. "Hey, look."

They were definitely figuring things out, even if Clint wasn't really sure what. It seemed good enough to know that they were supposed to be together though. And Clint decided he liked that. Way better than Barney.

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[info]sgt_barnesjb
2019-10-09 12:05 am UTC (link)
Watching Clint, Bucky could kind of see that sort of look of recognition on his face when he clarified that while his name was James, he went by the name Bucky. It was similar to before, how Bucky felt like he was being reminded that Clint couldn't hear so good instead of being informed about it. Clint looked like he was remembering him, what his name was. It still didn't make any sense and Bucky wasn't sure how to even begin to try to make it make sense. But it was apparent enough that he couldn't deny it, either.

What he was able to kind of sort out was that while he didn't know why or how he and Clint were put together in this place that felt like home, they were definitely supposed to be there. "Whoa," he said, when he moved in closer so he could examine the words that were engraved in the little plate shaped thing on Clint's neck. That's my full name on that. He'd seen those things before. Some of the guys who sat at the bar and read the newspaper at the diner where he and Steve got sodas wore them. His dad had one. How the hell was there one with his name on it? He wasn't a soldier! He was twelve!

I feel like I know you, he said, focusing on that instead of the weird thing with his name on it. I feel like you're important.

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[info]today_sucks
2019-10-09 10:43 pm UTC (link)
Clint wasn't really sure he knew what the plate was for, with the name on it. He just knew it was important, and okay, that was Bucky's whole name. And --- and he knew for a fact that even if it had Bucky's name on it, it was his. Maybe it was even his because it did have Bucky's name on it. That was a lot though. A lot that he couldn't really put into words, and not just because his signing vocabulary wasn't super good, yet.

So, instead of trying to explain, he just offered Bucky a gap toothed sort of smile and tucked it back in underneath his purple t-shirt, ring and all, so that it was cold against his skin again.

"I am important," Clint said in reply, because even if signing was more effective, and Bucky clearly knew it, he felt like talking was easier. Even if he couldn't quite hear anything but silence in the room, he knew taking up some of it with his voice was never a bad thing. "We gotta --" He frowned thoughtfully. "Best friends?" He did the sign for that one too, just to not be misunderstood.

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[info]sgt_barnesjb
2019-10-10 01:58 pm UTC (link)
What Bucky could deduce from this very bizarre situation was that he and Clint were both there, in a place that felt like home, sharing a bed. They had rings that looked like wedding bands with their names on them, and Clint had one of those tag things with his name on it around his neck. So, what he could gather was that meant they were supposed to be in this place together, somehow. They couldn't get married! They were both fellas! Not to mention they were kids. But maybe those weren't wedding rings? Maybe they were just to denote that they were supposed to share a house? They were too big anyway. But that explanation didn't feel right. The first thought did, even if it wasn't possible.

He nodded in total agreement. Yes, Clint was important. And the more Bucky let that resonate the more and more important Clint was becoming to him. He heard him say the words, he saw and could read the sign he displayed for him. Best friends. He had a best friend; Steve Rogers was his best friend and they'd promised they would be for the rest of their lives. But when Clint said it, it felt.. It had a different meaning that he could feel in his heart, too. And that was why Bucky immediately nodded. Best friends. He signed it back and then took one of Clint's hands and squeezed it. When he let go, he signed again.

Do you want to look around the house?

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[info]today_sucks
2019-10-10 04:49 pm UTC (link)
Clint didn't particularly care that Bucky had a different other best friend. That wasn't how you rated people anyway. You could have more than one favorite thing. Kind of like how he knew he loved pizza, but he also really, really loved dogs and stuff that was purple and climbing trees. He didn't just have to pick one, he could love all those things. And Bucky too. Clint decided then and there that he loved Bucky. Maybe even a little more than he loved dogs (he wasn't sure about the pizza part, though).

So he grinned bright and nodded in agreement, scrambling off the bed and apparently deciding that he was fine in oversized shorts and a t-shirt that went straight down to his knees. Because exploring was fun and who really cared what he was wearing, anyway?

He made sure Bucky stayed in his sight, but soon they both discovered that the place had three whole floors. There was a kitchen on the middle floor, and a living room and they had a huge tv and Clint found leftover pizza in the fridge with a cry of delight.

He was munching on that now but was also curious about that last set of stairs. Down?

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[info]sgt_barnesjb
2019-10-10 07:43 pm UTC (link)
As they both scrambled out of bed, Bucky was finding that he didn't want to be too far away from Clint. The feeling in his chest was getting stronger. Did he love him? Yes, he thought he did. He loved Clint. Like, a lot a lot. Maybe the rings weren't so far fetched but still -- they were both guys! People got beat up for that kinda stuff. Worse than that sometimes, from what he'd heard. He'd worry about that later. Exploring the house was way more important right now.

He didn't really care what he was wearing either but he did have to roll up the pants and re-tie the drawstring on the waistband as tight as it would go. The shirt there was really no helping but he didn't mind that it was baggy.

The level beneath them was unlike anything Bucky had ever seen. Well, he'd seen a kitchen but this one looked way different than his or Steve's. And what was that? The television looked nothing like the few TVs he'd seen in store windows. It was bigger than he thought possible! There was actually a lot of stuff that he was clueless about, so he was just kinda.. trying to take it all in and not get overwhelmed. He also snagged a piece of cold pizza and took a bite. Yeah, that was pretty good. He nodded and took Clint's hand with his free one so they could head down the stairs to see what was below.

....Animals. Like, a lot of animals were down there.

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[info]today_sucks
2019-10-11 04:27 pm UTC (link)
Clint didn't seem nearly so hung up about them both being guys. It just was what it was and most things were like that. Er, exactly how they were. And if it didn't seem bad then there was no reason to go and try and complain about it or fix it, right?

Anyway, they had a house which was pretty cool because he hadn't had one of those in a while, and he'd never had one that he felt safe in before. And the pizza was so great, too. He grinned at Bucky behind the crust of pizza and squished his hand so hard and then ---

And then they were downstairs and Clint was a bust of such happy energy - it wasn't so much that he yanked away from Bucky as he was tackled by a very happy dong with only one eye. "Lucky!" he practically screamed and the dog took advantage of that and stole his pizza crust before lick lick licking at Clint's face.

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[info]sgt_barnesjb
2019-10-14 02:36 pm UTC (link)
They were just from different eras. Bucky really didn't have any problem with two guys being together. He thought anyone should be able to be with who they wanted to be. But he also knew plenty of stories about guys getting beat up in alleys for that kinda thing. He was aware enough to know that what he believed was not among the majority of people around him. But, he wasn't going to fret it that much because right now nothing made sense except that he really loved Clint and he really wanted to see more of the house. And now there were animals everywhere and only two of them actually looked like animals he'd seen before. A dog and a goat. And the goat had glasses on. The other three animals didn't even look real.

When Clint squeezed his hand Bucky's grin grew wider. He didn't know why. He just really liked how it felt to hold Clint's hand and the way he'd just squished it made it feel like Clint really liked him a lot. That felt good in his heart.

The sight of Clint with the dog was even better. Lucky. Yes, that was the dog's name. Bucky knew that, somehow. "Lucky likes the pizza," he said, and laughed. The pink dog-looking creature came wandering up to him and Bucky felt a little weird but something in him told him he could not act afraid or nervous or freak out. This dog-thing was his friend. When it started jabbering at him he raised his eyebrows, but then quickly set his expression back to a friendly one. "Hi," he said, and crouched enough to pet the top of her head. "Hi Kate." He didn't know where the name came from; he just knew it. He knew it was a nickname, too. The pink dog started jabbering more happily, which warmed his heart.

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[info]today_sucks
2019-10-15 01:53 am UTC (link)
Yeah, the goat was wearing glasses and there was a weird turtle and a pink dog and some kind of weird sheep too, but Clint hadn't noticed them right away because it was pretty clear that he played favorites. Or maybe that Lucky was his and had been for a while. Either way, he pressed his face into the dog's fur and let Lucky's tail wag, wag, wag.

He laughed, something bright, and then looked up to find Bucky petting at a very pink dog that didn't look real but must have been anyway and frown. "Katherine," he corrected, seeing the way Bucky's mouth moved -- not long enough to be the right name. "And Nock," he said of the turtle. The sheep though, he couldn't seem to remember the sheep's name.

"We have pets," he said, excitedly. Clint had always wanted pets.

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[info]sgt_barnesjb
2019-10-15 03:05 pm UTC (link)
Something about how happy the dog made Clint, the sound of his laughter, the look on his face as he pressed it into the dog's fur... All of it just... It really just struck Bucky in the chest and made him feel so good. Full of love, full of happiness. It just was so fucking endearing and he just wanted to go hug Clint really badly right then. Hug him and maybe never let him go. That was such a huge revelation and he didn't really know what to do with it so he just hugged the pink dog instead and let it happily jabber nonsense at him. He had no idea what those sounds meant but since the dog looked happy he figured it was a good thing.

"We do have pets. A lot of pets," Bucky said. "I never had a pet before." He'd always wanted a dog or a cat or something but his mom had said the apartment was too small. Plus he didn't know for sure but he thought Steve would likely be allergic to any animal he got so he didn't think it was worth the risk. Much as he wanted to play with a dog at home, he wanted Steve to be able to come over more.

We gotta take care of them. I think they're our family, he signed to Clint.

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[info]today_sucks
2019-10-16 03:20 am UTC (link)
Clint thought, maybe, he should be a little more worried about the unfolding puzzle that was going on here. Like he should be working to put it together a little faster because there was clearly a lot -- the two of them, him and Bucky, they'd apparently built this whole life that he didn't really understand or know about. Except he kind of understood and kind of knew. And that should have felt more confusing, and he should have wanted to look into it more but --

But it seemed fine. None of it was upsetting at all, and the more they explored the happier Clint was getting. So it didn't really seem all that important. He might as well just let himself be happy and figure things out as they came. So long as Bucky was with him.

Family, he repeated in sign, two f's in a wide circle.

Yeah. He agreed with that. It was exactly what they had here.

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