Winterhawk Writing

Two.

"Hey," Bucky's voice was strained and raspy. "Can I sit?"
Clint blinked the grit from his eyes and looked up at the soldier before scooting over, giving the bench a somber pat. Bucky mumbled his thanks and practically collapsed next to him.
"Rough mission," he commented.
Clint grunted.
"You okay?" Bucky studied him with a concerned frown. "You know you couldn't have done anything."
A fact. A fact he knew, but god if he didn't blame himself. The team was battered and bruised all because he got caught off guard by a gut punch from a surprise hydra agent. If he'd fought better he would've been able to disarm the bomb and the team wouldn't be so beat up and Steve wouldn't be in the fucking emergency room-
"Hey," Bucky's voice was soft yet stern. "Stop that. Steve's a heroic asshole, but goddamn if he isn't tough. He'll be fine on a few days."
"I know," Clint clenched his jaw and swallowed down the crack in his voice. "I'm getting too old for this. Any one of you would've been able to take that agent out with your eyes closed."
Bucky gave rough snort and started unbuttoning the from of his uniform.
"Woah, woah!" Clint felt his cheeks flush hotly and he averted his eyes. "What're you doing?"
"You think you're the only one taking hits from these guys?" Bucky's shouldered off his jacket and pulled his undershirt up to reveal heavy bruising along his ribs. He twisted to reveal a shallow knife wound on his back. "We all take hits, Clint, it's part of the job." He let his shirt drop down. "You just gotta keep fighting."
Clint nodded, at a loss for words. Bucky clapped him on the shoulder before standing to go talk to Nat. Clint's eyes trailed after the ex-Soviet assassin with his usual amount of desperate pining. Nat caught his gaze over Bucky's broad shoulder and raised a challenging brow.
He turned away and acted like he was adjusting the bandage on his nose. She knew him too well. She'd known he had a crush on Bucky before he had even realized it himself. He sighed. Whatever small infatuation he had with Bucky would go away.. hopefully. He had to admit that maybe it was a bit more than just an  infatuation with Barnes, he might even call it love, but Bucky barely trusted himself let alone trusted other people enough for a relationship. So Clint kept it quiet and hoped he'd be able to stomp out his crush eventually.
Bucky eventually returned to the bench and stifled a yawn. He gave Clint a quick glance.
"Mind if I..?" He let his eyes noticeably drop to Clint's shoulder.
"Yeah," Clint blurted, maybe a bit too eagerly. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, you need some rest."
"Thanks," Bucky's smile sent Clint's heart racing and he swore it was about to pound out of his chest once Bucky cuddled into his shoulder.
Okay.. maybe he wouldn't be able to just get over this crush.