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Clint Barton narrowed his gaze and let his finger cradle the trigger gently. He lined up his shot and took in a breath. He was precise in his movements, waiting for the right moment. He had a team that was relying on him. He couldn’t let them down. With a determined exhale, he squeezed the trigger, the blast echoing through the stillness around him.
Clint allowed himself a small moment of satisfaction before focusing on the next obstacle in their path. He scanned the terrain, taking note of the figures approaching his team's position.
“Alright, Dee,” Clint said as he scoped the area and adjusted his position. “You got people coming up on your right. I am going to change positions to cover you. Proceed to the target.”
“Godspeed,” The man said over the coms.
Clint descended from his post and raised his weapon towards the oncoming threat. He unleashed a flurry of precise shots, each calculated and aimed with deadly accuracy. But as he prepared for the final attack, movement to his left distracted him.
He tried to ignore it. He tried to focus on the mission at hand, but the view was something else.
It was just demanding his attention. His fingers went lax, and the gamepad slipped from his hands.
“Hey, what the fuck!” Deez_nutz780 shouted over the line.
“Sorry, I am about to have my hands full,” Clint said as he turned the TV off and stared at his boyfriend's ass.
The former assassin was bent over, rummaging through their movie collection. He was wearing new pants that showcased Bucky’s best assets. It was a beautiful sight indeed. There was no way Clint could ignore such a thing.
He stood from the couch and approached his boyfriend with a lascivious grin. He made sure to make enough noise with his footsteps; he had learned the hard way that throwing up after getting punched in the gut was not exactly sexy. From now on, he would do everything possible to avoid startling his formidable boyfriend.
"I like your new pants," he murmured while planting a kiss on Bucky's cheek from behind. The material was soft, fitting his boyfriend like a second skin. He couldn't resist giving a gentle squeeze to Bucky's backside.
“Thanks,” Bucky said with a smile, “They were 50% off!”
“I’d like them better if they were 100% off,” Clint said with a wag of his eyebrows.
Clint's eyes roamed over the contours of the assassin’s figure.
“The store can’t just give away clothes for free,” Bucky said incredulously.
“That's...not what I meant,” Clint said with a frown.
"That's a terrible way to run a business," Bucky insisted, his lips curling into a grin.
Clint wrapped his arms around Bucky and rested his chin on his shoulder. "You know exactly what I meant, Barnes," he whispered seductively into his boyfriend's ear.
Bucky leaned back into the embrace and tilted his head to give Clint better access to his neck. He moaned softly as Clint pressed kisses along his sensitive skin.
"Although...I wouldn't mind some haggling," Bucky added with a mischievous glint in his eyes.