WHO: Clint Barton (616) & Bucky Barnes (MCU) WHAT: A little worried, some reassurance, just being good husbands WHERE: The Barneston Residence (aka Tony the Goat's house) WHEN: Evening time RATING: I mean
Getting married in Las Vegas was quite possibly (meaning most definitely) the best thing that had ever happened to Bucky Barnes. He and Clint had been continuously building and growing something very beautiful between them in the form of a healthy, loving relationship that just worked. For people who were kind of really in need of stability and constants, having that bond to really rely on had been so reassuring and just fucking amazing. They were in love, yes, absolutely, and it was a very emotionally deep investment that Bucky hadn't really even been thinking about making until it just sort of happened. He'd seen it coming, could tell he'd been falling, and he'd made the choice to be open and honest with Clint about it rather than hide it for decades and doom it before it could become something great. They'd both put themselves out there and the pay off was so unbelievably worth it.
And the best part? They were just so ridiculously happy. They laughed; god, they laughed so much at the stupidest shit. Those deep belly laughs that kind of made it feel like you couldn't breathe and were a bit light headed. It was just so easy to smile, and anyone who knew Bucky knew that sometimes it could be like pulling teeth just to get his mouth to even twitch. They had their own sort of way of communicating, where they didn't even have to use words. Sometimes they used Sign, but other times they'd just look at each other. They'd kiss, they'd cuddle, sometimes that would lead to a lot more of that with a lot less clothing and other times he'd lead to one of them getting up to get them both something to eat while they watched some shitty Sci Fi movie or Dog Cops or whatever else was within eyesight.
Wedded Bliss was definitely a thing.
But with the ups always came some downs. Both he and Clint had been in Starklandia for a good while. They'd both seen their share of people come and go. And every time it always brought with it the sort of gross, dreadful feeling that no one's time here could really be called permanent. It also brought with it the reminder that none of them were in control of their time here, and none of them knew what happened to a person when the left. Did they die? Did they go back to where they came from? If so, did they retain the memories of this place? The people, experiences, and relationships? Bucky was really good at avoiding things, but sometimes it was hard not to think about what could happen. After everything he'd been through, Bucky was more inclined to live in the moment, but he'd have been lying if he said it hadn't scared him to death when he heard about the loss of so many from town so abruptly, and that the very first thing he did was check to make sure Clint was still there, followed by Steve and even Stark. What would he do if he lost Clint? The thought was suffocating, devastating. And while he was good at compartmentalizing his emotions, sometimes it was just too hard.
Today, it was too hard. And even though Bucky knew Clint would be home from COFFEE soon he still felt anxious. So he set about to making them both a few sandwiches while he waited for his husband to return. To be within eyesight and hopefully within arm's reach the rest of the night.