marvel oneshots

archer's luck - winterhawk

"Aw, gravity no"

Clint's day has been pretty shitty even if he did say so himself.

To start with, he had fallen asleep with his hearing aids in, leaving his ears feeling gammy and slightly sore and he didn't even have any coffee in his apartment when he woke up, leaving him in a grouchy mood.

Then while he was getting dressed to go get coffee he got a call from Nat telling him to come into the tower, meaning he didn't even have time to run to the shitty coffee shop down the street because Nat would know, and Clint didn't need to deal with that today. He knew how to pick his battles.

So, when Clint turns up to the Tower, coffee deprived and aching for sleep, who else would he run into but Bucky fucking Barnes wearing the sweater that makes Clint drool. Needless to say, he gets shouted at during the briefing for not paying attention (and receives multiple knowing smirks from Natasha, who by now was making Clint rethink their whole friendship) and is in an even worse mood by the time they're set to jet off.

When Clint has a few spare minutes to get coffee, he gets distracted again by Bucky who decided that now would be a good time to do some pre-game stretches that send Clint's mind down a very dirty hole which make him a little uncomfortable in the tight trousers of his uniform.

Clint gets on the jet without his damn coffee and sends Nat a glare as she snorts at his predicament, muttering under his breath about Bucky and 'his stupid Adonis body'.

Of course the mission wouldn't have gone any better. Within the first few minutes he had already stubbed his toe on the side of a building (definitely not because he was distracted by Bucky putting his hair into a bun) and got hot in the shin by a flying piece of shrapnel.

Then there was the matter of climbing the 12 flights of stairs in the apartment building to get to his vantage point on the roof because Tony and Sam were 'too busy to carry his fat ass up to the top and he could probably use the cardio anyway'. Clint had just flipped them both off before beginning the run up the stairs, scowling as he positioned himself on the roof.

From then on he got into his mission groove, hitting every shot and covering everyone's six. That is, until a group of hostiles on the ground lock onto him, getting a lucky shot that destroys the piece of brickwork that he was standing on which sends him tumbling to the ground below.

Whilst falling from the incredibly tall height, Clint realises exactly 3 things.

One: the arrow he had been about to shoot had become dislodged from his bow and buried itself in Clint's side and it hurt like hell.

Two: his eyes seemed to have locked onto Bucky as he fell, watching as the man scrambled from his position to try and catch him. Clint was also vaguely aware of him shouting into his earpiece, something along the lines of 'useless tin can'

Three: Clint still hadn't had his fucking coffee.

Bucky had been having a generally good day which, for him, was an incredible feat in itself.

He had 5 hours sleep, untainted by nightmares, meaning that Steve slept through the whole night and gave him one of his 'proud dad smiles' that made him feel warm inside.

His favourite cereal was restocked in the kitchen, Sam was out with a friend and the floor was peaceful and quiet.

Then the alarm sounded for a mission, which would normally be a bad thing, but Natasha had called in Clint. That man had been the centre of Bucky's affections for months, his clumsy nature never failing to lighten up his days.