InsaneJournal

WHO: Clint Barton, Eddie Kaspbrak
WHAT: BZUH. Tethering.
WHERE: Loser’s House
WHEN: First day of plot.



Listen. Clint was a pretty attentive sort of guy when he wanted to be. He was called Hawkeye for a reason and it had nothing to, like, do with actual birds. But, admittedly, he’d gotten a little soft in the sleeping lightly department — partially because there wasn’t a lot of action in Starklandia to have to wake up for and a year of sleeping here would make anyone a bit less observant. Also because he slept with Bucky pretty much always and it was just a whole lot easier to sleep a whole lot better when you were doing it with the Winter Soldier.

Anyway. When he woke up, it was kind of slowly. The sort where he just let himself be mellow in the bed and didn’t worry about shit like not being to hear anything or what time it was or whatever else. Nope. He just snuggled a little closer to Bucky, intent on digging his nose into that spot at the back of his neck that always tickled a little because hair but was also nice and —

Clint paused. No hair?? Not the long good kind anyway. He reached over poke at Bucky’s shoulder and also found …. Zero in the way of metal arm. Which was enough to have Clint blinking his eyes open and sitting up in general dismay.

“What.” He said, and okay, fucking excuse him, he was both very confused and didn’t have his ears in so it probably came out a hell of a lot louder than he meant for it to.

But this wasn’t Bucky. And it wasn’t his bed. Nope. This was the angry little one of the band that called themselves Losers and he was —Clint frowned, genuinely confused — wearing some obscenely short shorts. “What the fuck?”