So thanks to Tales of Suspense, more peeps than ever are getting curious about Winterhawk – FINALLY GUYS, GOD HAVE YOU BEEN MISSING OUT. Following are some very obvious recs for the average newbie to this incredible ship.
(Any author who has been mentioned here who may be uncomfortable with it – lemme know and I’ll take your stuff off this list)
Bucky Barnes wakes up in the future, joins the Avengers, reunites with Steve, makes some new friends and some old enemies, gets called Robocop and tries to figure out the future, himself, and Clint Barton’s middle name – all while being haunted by his past, the things he can’t remember and the creeping suspicion that Black Widow knows something he doesn’t.
Clint Barton’s Super Secret Snipers’ Club. (Invitation and pending mental health evaluation required.)
“When Steve brings Bucky back to the tower for the first time, Clint’s first thought is that Tony Stark’s pride and joy is quickly becoming a less of a very tall and expensive ‘fuck you’ in the faces of investors who don’t believe in self-sustaining energy, and more of a superhero rehabilitation center.”
Boyfriends, compromises and learning to like oneself.
After a mission in Mexico goes wrong, SHIELD Agents Barnes and Rogers are given the job of hunting down the notorious Hawkeye and the Black Widow, the only problem being: no one even knows what they look like.
On the other side of the law, Clint’s enjoying messing with their new SHIELD shadows, especially seeing how close he can get to Agent Barnes without him realising, but he makes the mistake of getting attached, and that makes everything more complicated.
Yes, Clint is avoiding the other Avengers. No, he does not want to go back to New York. But then again, he didn’t exactly want to be kidnapped by the Winter Soldier either. Really, he just wants to go back to bed.
Through Clint’s big main window, you could see straight across the street and into the apartment opposite, where a man was standing, staring at Clint as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. When he caught Clint’s eye, he just shook his head slowly.
The guy in the apartment opposite spends way too much time watching Clint make a fool of himself, which wouldn’t matter as much if he weren’t also smoking hot.
Cap’s incredulous voice cuts through the stunned silence of the cockpit, loud and shocked. He’s standing there with his cowl in hand, gaping at the holo-screen at the front of the jet. Next to him, Tony is standing with his hands on his head, mouth hanging open in a similar fashion. Over on the other side of the cockpit is Jane, who has both palms clapped across her mouth like she’s trying to hold back hysterical giggles.
For his part, Bucky is just staring at the screen like he can’t quite believe what’s going on.
Clint let out a long sigh. “So, to recap: we can’t get ourselves out, we can’t talk to the others, we may run out of air, my shoulder is dislocated and Doom is an asshole.”
After breaking free from Hydra’s control, James Barnes is keeping his head down. Captain America and his team are miles away, and he’s better off alone. He’s not expecting to be found by an Avenger. An Avenger who proves hard to get rid of.
Somehow, in spite of himself, Hawkeye ends up growing on him, and he realises that maybe alone isn’t the best way to be.
But as Bucky’s working out his own past, Hawkeye’s coming face to face with his. They never should have gone to Budapest.
Aaaand to round things up, visit the awesome blog of @winterhawkkisses if you’re ever in the mood of beautifully written drabble-y winterhawk goodness. I could really go on and on with recs, but I’ll stop myself for now (until further demand? 😉 ) I realise now we have a sore deficiency of comics Winterhawk, but hopefully that’ll change soon with how the winds are currently blowing ❤
[image description: Bucky Barnes and Clint Barton in pajamas, laying on top of a bed. Clint holds Bucky’s metal arm against his chest. Lucky lays above them, sprawled out like a goober. The text, “Commission Example” floats over the bottom of the piece.]
Paradise is getting paid to draw the rarepair you love a never post about because you are a BAD FAN.
Funny how peoples’ surnames correspond to their ancestors’ occupation but we will never see people with surnames of new ones like datascientist. Imagine a Max Datascientist.
“Bucky!” Steve yelled, poking at the eggs to see if it was time to toast. “Hey, Buck!”
“Shh!” Bucky hissed, closing his bedroom door careful and quiet behind him. “Can you keep your damn voice down?”
Bucky was not a stranger to crazy bed-hair, but this morning’s was particularly spectacular, and there were a couple of bruises along the line of his neck. Steve grinned, genuinely happy and a lot amused, didn’t even have to say anything to have Bucky scowling.
“You got someone in there?”
“Shove it, nosy,” Bucky said, but there was a little curl to the corner of his mouth that he couldn’t bite down on.
“Special someone?” Steve asked, tried not to sound too obviously hopeful. He was for anything that brought the smile back to Bucky’s face.
“Maybe,” Bucky said, and the little tease of a grin settled in and made a home for itself. Steve couldn’t help grinning widely in response, and Bucky folded his arms. “Don’t, Stevie, okay? We’re takin’ it slow.”
“Uh-huh,” Steve said, and Bucky batted away the spatula Steve poked at his neck. “Looks like it.”
“This’s been coming a while,” Bucky said, and his smile turned soft and kind of tender, and it wasn’t a smile Steve knew so well. “I don’t wanna mess this up.”
“Hey,” Steve said, abandoned the eggs for a second and hauled him into a hug. “She’d be crazy to turn you down.”
Bucky turned his face against Steve’s neck, took a deep breath, let it out slow.
“He,” he said.
“Huh?”
“He’d be crazy,” Bucky said, and pulled away to eye Steve’s expression. Steve tried to convey support through eyebrows, and Bucky laughed and punched him in the arm.
“He gonna be wanting breakfast?” Steve asked, all casual.
“I dunno,” Bucky said, and looked for a second unaccountably nervous. “Guess I’ll go ask.”
He snagged the coffee pot on his way into his room – the whole thing, didn’t bother stopping for mugs.
To be honest, I think Bucky probably just owns a questionable amount of black clothes. But then again, Clint also probably owns a questionable amount of purple stuff so 😂😂😂
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