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Clint was snuggled up next to Bucky on the couch as they watched ‘Beowulf’’ for the third time that month.
“We really need to stop letting Thor have a turn at picking the movie.’ Tony groaned as he buried his face in Bruce’s shoulder.
“Or stop having so many movie nights. Three a week does seem like a bit much.” Natasha looked over to Steve who shrugged his shoulders and laid an arm around Sam.
“But I like movie night.” They all turned to Bucky and Tony sprung up dramatically, splaying his hands in front of him as if trying to calm a dangerous animal.
“Wooah there, guys. Well I guess that settles it. For the love of God don’t take the guys movie night away.” Bucky flashed a smile in Tony’s direction and winked. “Jesus, you scare the shit out of me, Barnes.”
“I love you too, Stark.”
“Back off, Iron Bitch. He’s my girl.” Clint possessively threw an arm around around Bucky’s chest and held him unnecessarily tight.
“I don’t need him! I’ve got my own socially awkward deranged killing machine.” Tony repeated the gesture with Bruce.
“Umm, I don’t know if I should be offended, or…” Bruce glanced over to Bucky questionably who simply smiled and hugged Clint back, running one flesh hand through his hair. Natasha threw an un-popped kernel of popcorn at Steve which hit him right in the ear.
“Hey!”
“Control your team, Captain!”
“I’m off duty.”
Tony’s head shot toward the kitchen. “Ohooooo! I forgot we had ice cream!” He leaped from Bruce’s lap and accidentally kicked Thor, who was sitting on the floor in front of the T.V completely entranced by the warrior on the screen.
“Dude! I want ice cream!” Sam ran after Tony and they both managed to slide on the kitchen floor in their socks, landing together in a heap in front of the refrigerator.
Bucky watched Tony and Sam as the lay laughing together in the kitchen trying to make out what they were saying but deciding that it was probably useless and not important to anyone’s immediate well-being, so fuck it. His eyes fell on Natasha, sitting curled in an over-sized armchair eating popcorn one piece at a time. She was focused on the movie now, her hands working automatically. She really was beautiful. Her movements fluid and deliberate, relaxed and yet still constantly ready to neutralize any threat that would be stupid enough to try attack her partners. Between the two of them no one was getting into that tower. He liked knowing that. It helped him ease a bit of the constant worry he had lying awake in bed at night, worried about the team that had helped his best friend save him. Helped take him out of that place. Helped him remember. Gave him this life that he definitely didn’t deserve. Gave him Clint. He shook the thought away and squeezed Clint’s arm, leaning down to kiss the top of his head, just to ground himself and remind him that this was all here. He felt a knot rising in his throat when Clint looked up at him, hair disheveled and eyes bright in the fluorescence of the common room.
“I don’t deserve you.” Bucky smiled at the blonde resting his head in his lap.
“Fuck off.” Clint slapped him lazily with the back of his hand, barely skimming his cheek as his hand fell back onto his chest.
“I like these nights.” Bucky grabbed Clint from behind and forced him down on the bed, wrapping his arm around his waist and nuzzling his hair.
“Mmmm, Yeah? Why the hell do you like em’? A bunch of sugar fueled super humans all competing to out annoy each other?”
“I think that’s only you and Stark.”
“Hmm.” Clint snorted out what might have been a laugh.
“I wouldn’t have been able to do this if we were back in my time. I wouldn’t be able to hold you and kiss you while watchin’ a picture with my pals. You’d only get me in grimy back alleys, maybe our apartment if we were lucky. But then you’d have to deal with Steve watchin’.”
Clint shuttered. “Eww.”
“Haha, yeah.”
“You know, we’ve never really gotten to go out on a real date.” Clint turned in Bucky’s arms to face him. “Why don’t we do that?”
“Well...I don’t know. What do you do now for dates? We have pretty much mastered the ‘Netflix and Chill’ scene.” Bucky couldn’t help but rub his nose against Clint’s when he giggled.
“My ninety something year old boyfriend just said, ‘Netflix and Chill.’ What is my life?”
Bucky shrugged and leaned in for a kiss. “So? Ideas?”
Clint nipped at Bucky’s neck before kissing it gently and working his way up his jaw-line. “We could go back to my place. Have some beers. Maybe take a couple pictures.” Clint yelped as Bucky elbowed him in the side. “Well, what did you like doing with chick’s back in the day?”
“Dancing.” He didn’t have to think about it. He loved to dance. He would spend hours in the apartment making Steve dance with him and when he was too tired or sick, Bucky would dance for him. He was well known around the clubs as a ladies man because the moment he would walk through the door, they all wanted their shot at a dance with James Barnes. He thought back to those nights in the dimly lit dance halls filled with the sounds of music and laughter. Some of it was foggy but he could remember the smell of gin and perfume mixing into a sickly intoxicating aroma that drew you in like a fly on honey.
“Dancing?” Clint raised one eyebrow.
Bucky tried to imagine the scene in his head. Clint on his arm as he walked into a speak-easy. No one giving him a second glance, not even when they made their way to the dance floor hand in hand. Clint would go spinning in the soft yellow glow and Bucky would catch him on the return, dipping him low and kissing him right there in the center of the floor. “Mhhmm. Yeah.”
“I’m not really much of a dancer, Buck.” Clint was suddenly rolled onto his back and pinned down by his wrists. Bucky bit down on his bottom lip and ground his hips into the smaller man, who found himself completely defenseless at the lovingly greedy hands of the Winter Soldier. “Ok, fine! Ya brat! We’ll go dancing. Just don’t kill me.”
Bucky smiled at his small victory and stripped off his shirt.