#sick!clint

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pedro pascal as clint , freaky tales .

[venomkitten-yt]

I love WinterHawk, guys 🔥🔥❤❤🗣️🗣️✨✨

[loomontoia]

Liho :3

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[1heartfanfics]

I would to see more Stucky. Maybe Bucky with a stomach ache being all cuddly with Steve? It would be especially cute if someone walks in and stares at Bucky because he's normally so closed off and reserved, but before they can say anything Steve shoots them a warning look and they back off. Belly rubs are always the bomb.

Thanks!!!

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Combining with this request: I would love to see Steve sitting casually on the couch going through mission reports while a feverish and queasy Bucky is curled up in his lap like a sad house cat. The other avengers see this and are confused because it's the winter soldier, but Steve just shushes them and continues petting Bucky's hair and rubbing his belly like it's the most normal thing ever.

Nat and Clint both froze when they walked into the compound's living room space, surprised by what they saw. Steve was sitting on one of the couches, scrolling through something - probably mission reports - on his laptop. But the surprising part was that the winter soldier was laying down, curled up, with his head in Steve's lap.

Now, they all new that Steve and Bucky were... something. Something more than friends anyway. But no one had ever asked questions and they'd never said anything so everyone just let it be whatever it was.

"Hey, how was the mission?" Steve asked, having seen them standing in the doorway, lurking.

"Uh good, yeah. Went well," Clint said, cheeks flushing red at having been caught staring.

"Good. I'm just catching up on some mission reports," Steve explained, gesturing to his laptop. As if that was the reason they'd been staring.

"Is he okay?" Clint asked, nodding his head toward Bucky.

Steve shook his head, "He's not feeling well. Running a pretty good fever and been throwing up all day, poor thing," he answered.

There was a moment of silence. Nat and Clint were still a little stunned by the sight in front of them. The winter soldier - Bucky, they were supposed to call him now - was also so serious and gruff. So to see him curled up in Steve's lap in the middle of the common room was a shock to say the least.

Bucky groaned then, breaking the silence. Steve moved his hand away from the computer and brought it down to tousle Bucky's hair lovingly. In response, Bucky shifted, moving even further into Steve's lap and pressing himself closer to the other man.

"You're alright Buck," Steve said softly, carding his fingers through Bucky's long hair. His other arm was draped over Bucky's waist, hand resting on the man's stomach, which he began to rub gently back and forth.

Nat and Clint couldn't help but keep staring, even though they knew they should look away, leave, give them some privacy.

"He's not normally like this," Steve sighed, finally acknowledging the elephant in the room. "He's pretty out of it honestly, he probably doesn't even realize," he shrugged. "And I'd like to keep it that way," he added, giving the pair a pointed look.

"Understood," Nat said, giving a fake salute.

"We'll leave you to it," Clint nodded.

They turned and headed back down the hallway they'd come from, closing the door behind them to hopefully ward off anyone else from disturbing them.

"Well that was..." Clint trailed off, unsure of what he'd just witnessed.

"Cute," Nat finished for him, with a small smile.

"Yeah," Clint chuckled, "It was pretty cute."

[burgersnightin]

tales of suspense #104; fave panels

[oh-brotherr]

My favorite genre of photos is Clint Eastwood and a plethora of animals

[spectrecowboy]

hawkguy doodle

[yuzusfinest]

life would be awesome if it is like those 2012 avengers tower fanfictions where thor is eating poptarts of all flavours and Clint in the the damn vents for the millionth time in a row or a Justice League fanfiction where everyone loses their mind at Batman's reveal as THE billionaire playboy philanthropist Bruce Wayne and the batkids are laughing their asses off.

[celorangeine]

poops this out

[euphlotus]

CAN WE TALK ABOUT MARVEL RIVALS HAWKEYE FOR A SEC??

UHM, WHAT? HIS HAIR! AND HE IS BEEFY LOOK AT HIS HAIR! ITS IN A PONYTAIL! AND HIS COSTUME COOKS LIKE OMG LIKE HOLY SHITTTT

[cosmicwhoresimpingismyliving]

I do this to him every-time, I’m sorry it’s hilarious 🤣

[xenocorner]

Sick eepy hugs

[1heartfanfics]

Would you do a story where Bucky doesn’t feel well, Steve isn’t around and Clint can tell so Clint helps Bucky through the rough parts of the illness till Steve comes back (platonic relationship not romantic)

Warning: depictions of vomit

Bucky isn't sure how long he's been slumped over the toilet when someone knocks on the bathroom door. He feels too weak to say anything, much less get up and open the door. Hopefully it's Steve, home from his mission, and he'll just come in when he gets no response.

"You alright in there?"

Bucky's heart sinks. It's not Steve. His head is still swimming from the last round of vomiting, and everything sounds far away, but he thinks it might be Barton.

There's another knock, then after a moment the door creaks open and knows that whoever it is has peaked their head in, but Bucky keeps his eyes closed.

"Woah, you are definitely not alright,"

Definitely Barton. Bucky cracks an eye open to see Clint crouching down next to him hesitantly. He has one hand held out toward Bucky, as if he wants to help but isn't sure if it's okay for him to do so.

"Sorry," Clint says, pulling his hand back, "I heard you getting sick from out in the hall and I know Steve isn't here so I just wanted to check on you and..." he trails off, unsure of what's allowed here. He doesn't know Bucky well, none of them do. Well, except for Steve of course.

Bucky tries to say 'it's okay', but what comes out is more of a grunt and a groan of discomfort. His stomach is still churning even though he hasn't brought up anything but stomach acid for the last couple of rounds.

"You want me to get you some water?" Clint asks.

Bucky manages to nod from his slumped position, head pillowed on his arm that's resting on the toilet seat. As much as he doesn't want to put anything in his stomach right now, he also knows that he's dehydrated and he needs something to throw up anyway.

Clint nods and disappears from the bathroom. As soon as he's gone though, he's back, which tells Bucky that he's losing time and maybe he's been in here even longer than he thought.

"Here, try a couple small sips," Clint says, holding the glass out as he crouches down beside Bucky again.

"Can't, ngh," Bucky mumbles, his tongue feeling like lead. He's so dizzy and hot. He doesn't think he can sit up.

"Oh jeez, alright. Bucky- Can I call you Bucky?" Clint asks, he knows that's what Steve calls him but he isn't sure if they're good enough friends for that. Bucky makes another small noise that Clint decides to take as a yes.

"Okay Bucky, is it alright if I touch you?" he asks.

"Hmm," Bucky hums, which Clint also hopes is a yes. He moves forward to wrap an arm around Bucky's shoulders, gently pulling him back away from the toilet to lean against the wall.

"Here, small sips," Clint says, holding the glass up to Bucky's lips, which he now realizes are so incredibly dry. He takes a small sip of water, which feels nice in his mouth and throat, which are dry and raw from vomiting. It doesn't feel particularly nice when it hits his stomach though. He groans, slumping forward.

"Woah, alright big buy," Clint quickly sets the glass down and catches Bucky around the chest to keep him from face planting on the floor. He pushes him back against the wall.

They sit there silently for a few minutes, Bucky managing to keep the water down, before Clint gets him to try another sip. Then another.

It does help. Bucky doesn't feel quite so dizzy anymore, and he can hold his head up.

"How we doing?" Clint asks. He's moved to sit on the floor with Bucky, about a foot away to give him space but close enough to catch him if he pitches forward again.

"Lil bit better," Bucky mumbles, "Thanks," he adds, trying to give Barton a smile but it probably looks more like a grimace.

"Good, good. You, uh, want me to help you back to your room? So you can lay down?" he offers.

Bucky shakes his head. His head isn't spinning anymore but his stomach still is. He knows he isn't done.

"Not even with a bucket?" Clint tries again.

But Bucky shakes his head again. He doesn't trust himself enough to not puke all over his bed at this point and that would be even more humiliating than this already is.

"Alright," Clint sighs, "I'll be right back then," he adds, standing up and walking out of the bathroom. This time, Bucky is at least aware that time passes before he returns, carrying a pillow and an armful of blankets.

"Here, this way you can at least lay down in between rounds," Clint explains, laying a couple blankets down on the floor to form a makeshift bed and placing the pillow at one end.

Bucky blinks in surprise, not used to having anyone but Steve take care of him. It had been just them taking care of eachother for as long as he could remember.

"Go ahead, I'll cover you up with this one," Clint nods, gesturing to the blanket that still remains in his hand.

Silently, Bucky carefully maneuvers himself to lay down on the blanket, his arms shaking from the effort of lowering himself down. The feeling of his head hitting the cool pillow does feel amazing though, and then there's a blanket draped over him and a hand on his back, rubbing gentle circles.

Bucky stiffens for a second, more surprised than anything.

"This okay?" Clint asks, his hand stilling.

"Mhm," Bucky hums in response. He honestly feels too sick to care at this moment. "Jus don' tell anyone but Steve about this," he adds with as much intensity as he can muster, which isn't much.

"My lips are sealed," Clint agrees, chuckling softly. Then he adds, "I'll stay till Steve gets here."

And as much as he'd never admit it out loud, Bucky is glad for that.

[gardening--tools]

CLINT'S RIFLE IS NAMED "GOOD INTENTIONS" ????

[irondadfics]

Do you know any good fics of where Peter either gets carsick and tries to hide it,

Peter and Tony go on a road trip and Peter ends up with appendicitis and Tony has to try to rush home

Or where Peter tries to hide that he’s sick but the avengers find out?

And last and sorry😅

Where Peter gets sick and instead of going to Tony he goes to Clint??

Thanks in advance!

could any of these fit what your looking for?

Grand Entrance by whumphoarder

Prompt: "Would you ever write something in which Peter gets carsick with Tony taking care of him?" Or, in which Tony and Peter attend a science expo just north of the border and Peter pukes his way into Canada.

relax, just breathe by Hailfire_73

“Tony,” said Peter, lifting his head from the glass, his stubbornness spent. “I don’t feel so- “ “Do not,” said Tony, through gritted teeth, and meeting Peter’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He had just one hand on the steering wheel as he drove them into the night. “Finish that sentence.”  Morgan leaned over, hung out of her booster seat, and whispered, “It gives dad attacks.” OR The Starks go on a road trip that goes wrong when Peter gets food poisoning from questionable carnival food.

The Primary Reason Tony Stark Would Throw Down With an Anti-Vaxxer in the Street by caraminha

Prompt from my Tumblr: Have you heard of tetanus? I’m studying it for school and it’s got lots of angst potential - it causes severe, seizure like muscle spasms which can break the patient’s bones, but they’re conscious and fully aware of what’s happening. It also causes fever and lockjaw, and difficulty breathing. I’d love to see an angst fic where Peter has bad tetanus and Tony and co are looking after him whilst his symptoms get worse and worse.

Thunder Road by xxx_cat_xxx

“Don´t tell me you are motion sick?” Tony asks half incredulously, half worried. Peter shoots him a look and regrets it immediately when it makes him dizzy. “Okay, okay, well, that’s something new… Just hold tight. And don’t puke on me.”  --- Peter gets carsick around the Avengers and receives help from an unexpected caretaker.

[skoulsons]

You’re telling me this is your fighter?

Yeah, this is my fighter.