winterhawkkisses:

From @auskitty: “

Oh hell yes…… last row, center kiss and Clint on Bucky’s chest… I will love you forever!”

626. 

Clint slept better these days. 

Bucky wouldn’t like to say he was the sole reason for this – he was sure the steady gig with the Avengers, the counselling sessions Sam had insisted Clint attend, the honest exhaustion from a hard day’s work had an impact. But he was gonna take some of the credit for the sleep, for the idiot smile on his face even when he was snorin’. 

Clint slept best all hauled up close, resting on his chest so he could feel Bucky’s breathing. So he could know when Bucky was talking to him even if he’d taken out his aids. Maybe he didn’t know exactly what Bucky was saying, yet – maybe Bucky wasn’t quite ready to tell him – but Bucky was pretty sure he got the spirit of it. 

Clint breathed in that graceless deep breath that signalled his waking, turning instantly and automatically to press a kiss to Bucky’s chest. 

“Jesus, I love you,” Bucky said, helpless, and leaned down to press a kiss to Clint’s forehead. Clint patted at him sleepily, smiling and falling halfway back into sleep, and Bucky brushed his fingers through tousled golden hair and tried on a smile of his own. 

“Hey,” Clint said later, when he’d found and put in his aids, “you say something?” 

“Yeah.” Bucky took a deep breath, let it out slow. “Yeah, I did.”