WinterHawk
Hawkeye watched the Winter Soldier from a distance wondering, as usual, how best to breech the topic of being a brainwashed killer.
He wanted the other man to know he understood. Sure, his own experience hadn't been as extreme as Bucky's, but Loki had violated him in ways few people could imagine.
Natasha was one of those people. She had been there for Clint the entire time, spending countless sleepless nights in his company without complaint. He knew she would be there for the soldier too, but she had been off on a solo mission since Bucky had joined the team.
Whether he wanted to talk, or just needed a distraction to pull him out of his own dark thoughts, Clint was down for whatever. But how does one approach the topic of feelings with an intimidating super soldier?
Hawkeye wasn't very good with feelings himself. Hell, there was a lot of things he sucked at, unless it was target practice. There was no one better when it came to that!
He let an arrow fly. It stayed true, slamming unto the very center of the targets bullseye.
"Gosh, I love arrows." He muttered to himself, pulling another from their quiver.
"You in love with Robocop too, or what?" Tony Stark interrupted. "Now, I'm not one to judge. I just ask you keep the PDA to a minimum, alright?"
Clint sighed. Sometimes he just wanted to wipe that smug smirk right off the billionaires face. Instead, he knocked the second arrow, then turned to face him.
"You know, Tony, we aren't all soley motivated by sexual desire like you." He let the string go, releasing the arrow. It slammed into the target, splitting the arrow he had already fired right down the center.
Normally the archer didn't like to waste arrows like that, but there was something almost therapeutic about that level of precision.
Stark raised an eyebrow. For a human among gods, Hawkeye was still pretty damn impressive. "You're scary good sometimes."
"Sometimes?" Clint snorted. If there was one thing he was always confident in, it was his archery skill.
Tony grinned, ignoring his partners lack of modesty. "Hey! Robocop! You shoot like this?"
Bucky paused his sparring with Steve to look where Stark was pointing. He sauntered over, sweat dripping from his brow, metal arm glinting in the gyms' bright light.
He eyed the target in question, then the two men, shaking his head. "Hydra is more about hand to hand combat and automatic weapons. Never had much time to hone a skill like this."
"Interesting. Anyway, I'm sure Barton can teach you a thing or two." The genius clapped his friend on the shoulder, gave an exaggerated wink, and strode off.
"Asshole." Clint knocked another arrow. "He thinks I have a crush on you."
Bucky blushed slightly. "Oh."
The blonde grinned. "Don't get me wrong, you got all the clichés going, 'tall dark and handsome', 'strong, silent type', " he paused, turning serious. "but I just want you to know that I kind of get it. So, ya know, if you need to talk or whatever, I'm here. Okay?"
Surprised, the soldier nodded slowly, long, damp hair partially obscuring his face. "Steve told me about Loki... Thanks."
"Don't mention it." Clint exhaled, releasing the string for another bullseye. "Or, if you wanna learn archery I could do that too."
"I'd like that." Bucky grinned, offering a glimpse of his charming, pre-serum self." But this ain't gonna be no Demi Moore/Patrick Swayze thing is it?"
Clinton burst out laughing. During the team's recent down time they'd been trying to get the two super soldiers caught up on the pop culture classics.
"Only if you play your cards right." He chuckled, handing over his bow.