[Secret Agent AU in which Derek blames Stiles for his sister’s death and Stiles is pretty sure Derek’s going to murder him. As if that weren’t enough to deal with, Stiles’ familiar keeps having public breakdowns. Oh, and there’s a mole in the agency, too.]
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Bucky started sneaking him these small sly sidelong glances, and it took Clint a little while to catch on. Nothing outright, nothing he could point to and prove he wasn’t crazy, just these smiles that settled in his stomach and set his brain to working it out.
He got a look like he was out of his tree when he leaned next to Bucky against the counter in the kitchen, various Avengers scattered around the room in various states of awareness and dress. So okay, this thing had rules, and the first one was like fight club, and no one else was allowed to know.
Clint upped the ante immediately, ‘cos papa had raised a gamblin’ man. He dropped Bucky a wink from behind Steve’s broad back, and the way Bucky immediately choked on his coffee had to mean Clint was winning, right? Straight out of the gate.
The next move was a hint of body heat as Bucky leaned a little closer in the darkness of a movie night. Clint retaliated with an unsubtle brush of fingers as he made sure to lunge for popcorn at the same time. With the solid hand Bucky rested on his thigh as he pushed himself to his feet, Clint was calling that one a draw.
The heat of Bucky’s hand in the small of his back on the way out of a meeting left Clint tied up in knots he couldn’t understand, let alone start to untangle, so Clint followed him down to the canteen. Slouched unapologetically, their knees pressed together safely out of sight, but Bucky’s smile visible for as long as Clint stayed.
Bucky ruffled Clint’s hair in the back of the quinjet; Clint stole gum from Bucky’s pocket and grinned into the back of his shoulder. Bucky warmed Clint’s hands while they waited in anticipation of a fight; Clint, daring, hooked their pinkies together while Fury yelled after it.
It wasn’t until Bucky cornered him in an empty corridor, pushing in close and eyes dropping to Clint’s mouth, that Clint realised that maybe this wasn’t gay chicken. That maybe they were heading for something real.
(And when Bucky kissed him, Clint gave his all to the kiss he gave back, because all of a sudden this had always been true.)
just a human disaster somehow managing to be in nine airports, seven states, four countries, two urgent cares, and a hospital all in less than 3 months
Oh hey it’s back on my dash perfect! I was just thinking of this the other day!
OHOHOHO wow the Korean alphabet is awesome. The people who designed it were geniuses and were obviously incredibly schooled in the morphology and phonology of their language. HNNGGG
wow
여러분 모두 한국어 쓰세요 한국어 좋음
한국어, 한글은 보면 맨날쓰는거지만 볼수록,쓸수록 예뻐요..참으로 곱구나’3’♥
ㅇ어머 (감동
짱 이쁜 한국어 쓰세요 여러분
굳
신기하게 가르치는군요 보고 신기했다
FUN FACT!
IT WASN’T JUST ANY OLD DUDE WHO DECIDED, “HEY I WANT TO CREATE A KOREAN ALPHABET.”
IT WAS KING SEJONG, WHO ORDERED HIS ROYAL SCHOLARS TO CREATE THIS ALPHABET SO READING AND WRITING COULD BE ACCESSIBLE TO EVERYONE, EVEN THE PEASANTS. IT WAS PURPOSELY DESIGNED TO BE EASY TO LEARN.
SO SHOUT OUT TO KING SEJONG, WHO REALIZED BEFORE MANY OTHERS THE IMPORTANCE OF UNIVERSAL LITERACY.
YOU GO KING SEJONG, FOUR FOR YOU KING SEJONG
Wow, I wish I’d given it a look before. Korean is actually the most sensible, reasonably constructed writing system I’ve ever seen, and I’m the kind of person who casually browses http://www.omniglot.com
“James Buchanan Barnes you goddamn son of a fuck!”
Steve hunched his shoulders automatically, the last bite of pancake falling off his fork. Bucky, unfazed, unerringly stabbed it and shoved it in his mouth with a sticky grin.
“Of all the assholes I could’ve fallen in love with -” Clint’s voice faded out a little, muffled by distance, then rang out with renewed strength, “ – smarmy good-for-nothing handsome fuck-face rat bastard!”
Clint thumped down the stairs like he bore an individualised and long-held grudge against each and every one of them.
“Conniving,
corkscrew-twisty, thieving dick,” Clint growled as he rounded the bottom of the stairs and came over to where they were sitting. “Morning, Steve.”
“Hey, Clint,” Steve said, hesitant.
“Morning, Clint,” Bucky echoed with an utterly relaxed and sunny grin.
“Fuck you, you fuckin’ fuck.” Clint took a step closer to Bucky, and all sorts of never particularly buried instincts reared up in Steve, had him half out of his chair before he registered the care with which Clint slid his hand into Bucky’s hair, the way Bucky pressed up into the kiss like he was breaking the surface, like this was all he needed to live. Steve focused down on his mug like it held the secrets of the universe, his ears turning pink. He’d seen Bucky in more compromising situations, of course, but this was – well, Steve was pretty sure this was how Bucky looked when he was in love, which felt like an imposition somehow to watch.
Clint pulled away slowly, his thumb running across Bucky’s cheek and a bemused, hopelessly adoring look on his face.
“Morning, asshole,” he said, in the gentlest tone Steve’d ever heard from him. “Don’t steal my fucking coffee.”
theproblemwithstardust 