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Clint should have expected this sort of treachery. The man had been Hydra's weapon for decades, a merciless enforcer and the embodiment of fear. He had honed his skills as a ghost, slipping in and out of shadows undetected. But Clint had let his guard down, allowing this supposed ally to slip past his defenses. It was a betrayal that cut deep, like a poisonous dagger twisting in his gut. The weight of disappointment and regret settled heavily on his shoulders.
Clint wasn't sure how he was ever going to get over this disloyalty. He thought the two of them were building something special. They had started off as bitter rivals, and then they had been branded Sniper Bros. It had taken a long time, but eventually, Clint had seduced the Brooklyn native.
A wave of realization crashed over him, sending shivers down his spine. With a shake of his head, he came to understand that it had all been a long con from the very start. Bucky Barnes, with his innocent charm and sincere smile, was nothing more than a cleverly crafted honey pot, luring in unsuspecting victims with his irresistible sweetness. It was almost too good to believe, but now it all made perfect sense to him.
"I'm Sorry," Bucky said with a shake of his head.
Clint's jaw clenched as he stared at Bucky with a fiery intensity. His muscles were taut and ready for a physical confrontation. He refused to let Bucky's smooth talk and charming smile sway him, especially after everything that had transpired between them. The betrayal still burned deep within Clint, and he couldn't believe the audacity of this man to try and win him over again.
Could he truly trust someone who had betrayed their friendship so callously? The weight of their history hung heavy in the air, each moment of shared laughter and danger now tainted by this deep wound. And yet, a small part of Clint still clung to the hope that maybe there was more to this story, that maybe Bucky would be able to explain himself.
"Please talk to me." Bucky continued with a groan.
"I don't want to talk to you, Barnes." Clint spat out his last name with disdain. He would not give him the satisfaction.
"Hello? World's most wonderful person?" Bucky's attempts at humor fell flat, his words lacking any real sincerity. It was clear that he didn't understand the gravity of the situation.
Clint looked away.
"Sweet Pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world?" Bucky continued, his voice dripping with affection. But the playful banter was short-lived as Clint's expression hardened, his gaze focused on some distant point.
The silence was palpable.
"Your M&Ms? Really?" Bucky groaned.
"Yes, Bucky. My M&Ms." Clint spat out each word.
Bucky's rich, deep chuckle filled the room and echoed off the walls. He playfully nipped at his bottom lip, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he gave Clint a look of mock exasperation. His eyebrows raised, and he shook his head dramatically.
"Oh, come on, grumpy pants, I am sorry," Bucky said with a grin.
"Sorry doesn't bring back my fucking M&Ms, Bucky."
Bucky's infectious laughter filled the room, causing him to double over and clutch his stomach. Clint couldn't help but join in, their couch shaking with each burst of laughter. Suddenly, Clint had enough and lunged at Bucky, silencing him with a passionate kiss.