agent19mockingbird

[agent19mockingbird]

Bobbi looked up at him with disbelief and tears in her eyes, finding nothing but sympathy in his. She smiled sadly and nodded, letting him lead her to the couch and direct her. Grabbing a blanket, she tugged it around her so it was covering her fully and sat down next to him. Listening to him talk gave her the chance to get her emotions under control, leaving her to sniffle occasionally. “I know they’re tense, and that Clint is…Clint. I just didn’t expect him to react the way he did to what I said and I didn’t think I said or did anything wrong.”

She took a deep shuddering breath before she explained. “The long and short of it is that I told him the truth about what happened to me years ago: remember when I got upset with you earlier? Well, I let a man die after fighting him to the side of a cliff after I escaped from him having raped me. More than once. And I didn’t tell Clint that I got raped until tonight. We talked about that, and I thought things were fine, but I guess they’re not.”

When she heard Clint yelling, she winced and shrunk in on herself, wrapping her arms around her middle. “And then there’s that. He thought I was accusing him of wanting to use me, that I saw him as someone who would do what…what Lincoln Slade did to me, but I would never. I told him that that piece of shit wasn’t worth sinking back into a bottle for, and then he just yelled at me,” she whispered.

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Natasha wasn’t stupid. She had known Clint for long enough that she could tell when something was bothering him that he wanted to talk about but couldn’t, and chose not to press the matter. She’d likely find out soon enough anyway.

For as much as she wanted to fire back a retort at him, she refused to give him the satisfaction. She knew he was in pain and lashing out at her because she was a convenient target, which she would have to talk to him about when he was more level-headed.

She let him continue with his tirade, her eyebrows raising at his comment to what Bobbi had supposedly said. While there were better ways that could have been phrased, Natasha knew that Bobbi hadn’t meant it like that. Getting Clint to understand that was a different story, and something that wasn’t likely to happen tonight. “I get it, and I can see why you’re upset. She probably could have handled that differently, but I’m not sure it’s as bad as you’re suggesting. And she’s allowed to be concerned, Clint. We all are.”

Natasha sighed deeply and pinched the bridge of her nose, counting backwards from twenty to give herself time to calm down. Once she felt calmer, she crossed the room to where his hearing aids were, picked them both up, inspected them carefully for damage, and on finding none, she breathed a sigh of relief. That wouldn’t have been fun to try and lie to Tony about. She located a pad of paper and a pen, writing out a note to Clint in her neat scrawl: Clint, once you’re done with whatever this temper tantrum is and if you’re feeling better and if you want to, I’m here to talk and to listen. Your options as I gave them to you before still stand. Love, Nat.

She tore off the piece of paper and set it along with his hearing aids and a glass of water on the nightstand that she knew was his side of the bed. Grabbing some clothes and a few personal items that she knew were Bobbi’s, she shut the bedroom door closed behind her with a sigh and held up the stack. “I figured you’d want these.”

Bobbi was so lost in thought and her emotions that she barely felt Bucky’s hand on her shoulder. She heard what he said, but it was like he’d said them via a piece of string and two cans: very tinny, far and not very clear. “Whuh-wha?” she asked confusedly, what he said sinking in slowly. “I-I d-don’t…we were just…and I don’t know what just happened,” she cried, grabbing onto him and holding tightly. He wasn’t the person she really wanted, but she was okay with that; she needed someone to ground her right now, to keep her from losing it further.

“I’m s-sorry that y-you’re having to s-see me luh-like this. I c-can’t imagine it’s sexy at all,” she said tearfully, burying her face in his chest as she clutched at his shirt. “I muh-messed things up w-with Clint and I d-don’t know how to fix th-them and now he’s mad at m-me again and I c-can’t deal with him leaving me if he d-does.”

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Natasha stood at the doorframe, her arms folded as she listened to him, watched him get dressed. She’d have been impressed with how much he was moving if she wasn’t pissed off at him for how he was talking to her. She took a deep breath as she weighed her options. The first was trying to stop him: if she did that, god knew how much damage they’d cause to the house, it was a rental, not to mention that they could both hurt themselves further, so that was out of the question. The second was that she could go with him, wherever he was going but she doubted he’d actually wait for her to get dressed with the irrational way he was being. Unfortunately, she was going to have to go for door number three.

“Really? She actually said those exact words, or did she say something completely different and you only heard what you wanted to hear, which is what you do whenever you’re upset?” she scoffed, shaking her head at him. “Because while I may be your friend, I’m also hers, and she and I have talked about you for more hours than you’re aware of. You’re full of yourself, Clint. Pull your head out of your ass. That’s the last thing she would ever think of you, and she’d be disgusted to know that you’re implying that.”

“And fine. Feel free to go, I’ll even call a car for you if you’d like. When you get back from whatever bar I’m guessing you’re going to so you can do something foolish like drink yourself silly, you can stay here tonight and we’ll have someone come and finish out the mission with us, since you’re determined to not be around your wife. Go home, and maybe we’ll see you when the mission is over. Don’t contact Bobbi; if she wants to talk to you at all after whatever you just said to her, she’ll reach out, I’m sure.”

Natasha sighed. “Or your other option is that we can go for a walk, you can get yourself together, tell me what happened if you want to and I can try and help. Or you can call and talk to Tony, and let him talk you down off the ledge. It’s your call.”

[agent19mockingbird]

“Then where do you see….this going? Where do you want it to go from here? At the minimum, I’d like us to keep having great sex,” Bobbi grinned.

🛌

Hawk woke up slowly, letting out a soft groan.

"Shit... I'm too old for all-nighters" He looked over at Bobbi, shocked that she was still in his bed. He had always assumed that if they ever got together, it would be a one-night stand kind of thing.

Her still being there was kind of... nice?

Yeah, it was nice.

But he was still too old for all-nighters.

If he had been ten years younger he could have gone all night, gotten an hour of sleep, and be ready for another couple of rounds.

Not now though. Now he just wanted to take a hot shower and slap an icy hot on his back.

"I'm too old for everything, shit" He grumbled to himself as he slowly rolled out of the bed, trying not disturb Bobbi.

[agent19mockingbird]

Bobbi squeaked in surprised and moved her legs, settling her knees near his shoulders with a giggle. “But what a way to go though, hmmm? Death by one’s mate while performing and receiving oral,” she snickered, caressing his abs.

ABO Universe| Closed

@agent19mockingbird

Hawk dropped his bag off in his quarters with a sigh before immediately going off to the mess hall. It had been a long three months since he had last been on the base, and he was so ready for any cooking that wasn't in the form of a MRE.

Luckily, he had arrived at a time period in the day when they were very few people in the mess. He would be able to eat in relative peace, thank God.

It seemed like there were only a few others in the mess hall, taking a sniff, he recognized a few betas, and omega or two, and two alphas. One of the alphas he knew, Natasha who was (though she would never admit it) his best friend.

He quickly grabbed a tray and plopped down in front of her. "Long time no see, Red"

She shot him an unimpressed look. "I thought you two weren't allowed in the same room?"

Hawk shoved a fork full of food into his mouth, "Who two?"

"Nevermind. Close your mouth, heathen"

He gave her a wide grin, but kept shoveling food into his mouth. He was curious about who she meant though... Who was he not allowed to be in the room with? Nobody ever told him anything....

[agent19mockingbird]

She helped him with them, throwing away the empty ones and cleaning up their mess. “Much better, I’m very full. What to do now?”

😲

Hawk had had a long couple of weeks and needed some personal time for some... relaxation.

He hadn't taken the time to do much of anything besides lay on his bed and yank his pants down below his waist.

He was getting a good groove in when his door cracked open.

Disgruntled, he looked up to see who couldn't even bother to knock.

"If you aren't joining me, I'm gonna need you to wait 10 minutes"

[agent19mockingbird]

“Good thinking for getting them working on it. Did you notify my father yet about the incident?” Bobbi asked as she got out of bed and began dressing.

Bobbi shushed him with a finger over her lips. “It is, but you know how good Steve’s hearing can be. We haven’t told anyone.”

👑-Royalty AU

“You know you’re not supposed to be in here without your lady chaperone, Your Highness… What would your mother say?”

[agent19mockingbird]

Bobbi was so lost in thought and her emotions that she barely felt Bucky’s hand on her shoulder. She heard what he said, but it was like he’d said them via a piece of string and two cans: very tinny, far and not very clear. “Whuh-wha?” she asked confusedly, what he said sinking in slowly. “I-I d-don’t…we were just…and I don’t know what just happened,” she cried, grabbing onto him and holding tightly. He wasn’t the person she really wanted, but she was okay with that; she needed someone to ground her right now, to keep her from losing it further.

“I’m s-sorry that y-you’re having to s-see me luh-like this. I c-can’t imagine it’s sexy at all,” she said tearfully, burying her face in his chest as she clutched at his shirt. “I muh-messed things up w-with Clint and I d-don’t know how to fix th-them and now he’s mad at m-me again and I c-can’t deal with him leaving me if he d-does.”

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Natasha stood at the doorframe, her arms folded as she listened to him, watched him get dressed. She’d have been impressed with how much he was moving if she wasn’t pissed off at him for how he was talking to her. She took a deep breath as she weighed her options. The first was trying to stop him: if she did that, god knew how much damage they’d cause to the house, it was a rental, not to mention that they could both hurt themselves further, so that was out of the question. The second was that she could go with him, wherever he was going but she doubted he’d actually wait for her to get dressed with the irrational way he was being. Unfortunately, she was going to have to go for door number three.

“Really? She actually said those exact words, or did she say something completely different and you only heard what you wanted to hear, which is what you do whenever you’re upset?” she scoffed, shaking her head at him. “Because while I may be your friend, I’m also hers, and she and I have talked about you for more hours than you’re aware of. You’re full of yourself, Clint. Pull your head out of your ass. That’s the last thing she would ever think of you, and she’d be disgusted to know that you’re implying that.”

“And fine. Feel free to go, I’ll even call a car for you if you’d like. When you get back from whatever bar I’m guessing you’re going to so you can do something foolish like drink yourself silly, you can stay here tonight and we’ll have someone come and finish out the mission with us, since you’re determined to not be around your wife. Go home, and maybe we’ll see you when the mission is over. Don’t contact Bobbi; if she wants to talk to you at all after whatever you just said to her, she’ll reach out, I’m sure.”

Natasha sighed. “Or your other option is that we can go for a walk, you can get yourself together, tell me what happened if you want to and I can try and help. Or you can call and talk to Tony, and let him talk you down off the ledge. It’s your call.”

Natasha snorted and rolled her eyes. “With the number of times you’ve mentioned it, you have me wondering if the only thing you’ve ever fantasized about her and I is me going down on Bobbi or vice versa. And while the idea is hot, we’ll get there; I want us to go slow, enjoy it and ourselves,” she replied, giving him a soft smile as she caressed his cheek. “I’m glad I’ll get to be there with you while we’re both exploring our own sexualities. And don’t worry: you’ve never needed to keep up. It’s not a contest, lyubov.”

She grinned at him as she finished drying off. “I’m sure he would say the same thing about you. Hanging onto a truck one-handed? He’s seen you do that, but he’d think I was insane if I ever suggested you being in an orgy to him.”

Natasha cocked her head to the side, her eyes widening as she heard someone—Clint— talking very loudly. “Don’t worry about drying off, James. Get some clothes on, get ahold of the keys to the car; I need you to find and check on Bobbi for me because of that. Get her whatever she needs, I’ve got Clint,” she said in Russian as she pointed in the direction of where she’d heard the noise. Moving as quickly as she could with a busted rib, which wasn’t easy, she tugged on a pair of panties before slipping into one of Bucky’s shirts with a small wince as she made her way to the bedroom next door.

“You okay?” Natasha asked, leaning against the doorframe, standing in the way. He wouldn’t be able to leave without shoving past her, and she hoped he didn’t.

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For the second time that night, things seemed to occur strangely for Bobbi: she did something she’d never done before, she froze up completely at Clint’s words to her. Not just those, but also how harshly he was speaking to her. It took her back to when they’d fought numerous times before, both of them yelling at each other.

She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, no sound. She wasn’t sure she knew what to say or where to begin, much less how to process what he’d said to her. The fact that he thought she was accusing him of being a rapist, that she would ever compare him to Slade, felt worse than a punch to the stomach; it felt like he’d run her over with a bus.

The sound of the can slamming down on the table and him leaving the kitchen barely registered as she stood there, barely breathing, wondering what had happened and where she’d gone wrong. Her chest began to rise and fall rapidly as she began to silently cry, her shoulders shaking.

[agent19mockingbird]

“Good. So then that leads me to wonder: I had thought that last night was just going to be a one night thing, but….I don’t think either of us wants just that, right?” she asked carefully, unsure of how to phrase things.

🛌

Hawk woke up slowly, letting out a soft groan.

"Shit... I'm too old for all-nighters" He looked over at Bobbi, shocked that she was still in his bed. He had always assumed that if they ever got together, it would be a one-night stand kind of thing.

Her still being there was kind of... nice?

Yeah, it was nice.

But he was still too old for all-nighters.

If he had been ten years younger he could have gone all night, gotten an hour of sleep, and be ready for another couple of rounds.

Not now though. Now he just wanted to take a hot shower and slap an icy hot on his back.

"I'm too old for everything, shit" He grumbled to himself as he slowly rolled out of the bed, trying not disturb Bobbi.

[agent19mockingbird]

“I didn’t think you would, or I would have been concerned about head damage,” she smirked at him before turning around and pressing kisses to his abs.

ABO Universe| Closed

@agent19mockingbird

Hawk dropped his bag off in his quarters with a sigh before immediately going off to the mess hall. It had been a long three months since he had last been on the base, and he was so ready for any cooking that wasn't in the form of a MRE.

Luckily, he had arrived at a time period in the day when they were very few people in the mess. He would be able to eat in relative peace, thank God.

It seemed like there were only a few others in the mess hall, taking a sniff, he recognized a few betas, and omega or two, and two alphas. One of the alphas he knew, Natasha who was (though she would never admit it) his best friend.

He quickly grabbed a tray and plopped down in front of her. "Long time no see, Red"

She shot him an unimpressed look. "I thought you two weren't allowed in the same room?"

Hawk shoved a fork full of food into his mouth, "Who two?"

"Nevermind. Close your mouth, heathen"

He gave her a wide grin, but kept shoveling food into his mouth. He was curious about who she meant though... Who was he not allowed to be in the room with? Nobody ever told him anything....

[agent19mockingbird]

Bobbi shook her head. “Mmm, no, thank you. I’m full as well. For now anyway. But I could eat some more after I’ve had some time for that to settle,” she said with a smile.

😲

Hawk had had a long couple of weeks and needed some personal time for some... relaxation.

He hadn't taken the time to do much of anything besides lay on his bed and yank his pants down below his waist.

He was getting a good groove in when his door cracked open.

Disgruntled, he looked up to see who couldn't even bother to knock.

"If you aren't joining me, I'm gonna need you to wait 10 minutes"

[agent19mockingbird]

“Perhaps I was premature in thinking you should train him.”

Bobbi scrubbed a hand over her face, the mood and silliness of before fully gone. “Did you send out the water brigade to begin working at putting the fire out?” she called out to Steve.

👑-Royalty AU

“You know you’re not supposed to be in here without your lady chaperone, Your Highness… What would your mother say?”

[agent19mockingbird]

Natasha snorted and rolled her eyes. “With the number of times you’ve mentioned it, you have me wondering if the only thing you’ve ever fantasized about her and I is me going down on Bobbi or vice versa. And while the idea is hot, we’ll get there; I want us to go slow, enjoy it and ourselves,” she replied, giving him a soft smile as she caressed his cheek. “I’m glad I’ll get to be there with you while we’re both exploring our own sexualities. And don’t worry: you’ve never needed to keep up. It’s not a contest, lyubov.”

She grinned at him as she finished drying off. “I’m sure he would say the same thing about you. Hanging onto a truck one-handed? He’s seen you do that, but he’d think I was insane if I ever suggested you being in an orgy to him.”

Natasha cocked her head to the side, her eyes widening as she heard someone—Clint— talking very loudly. “Don’t worry about drying off, James. Get some clothes on, get ahold of the keys to the car; I need you to find and check on Bobbi for me because of that. Get her whatever she needs, I’ve got Clint,” she said in Russian as she pointed in the direction of where she’d heard the noise. Moving as quickly as she could with a busted rib, which wasn’t easy, she tugged on a pair of panties before slipping into one of Bucky’s shirts with a small wince as she made her way to the bedroom next door.

“You okay?” Natasha asked, leaning against the doorframe, standing in the way. He wouldn’t be able to leave without shoving past her, and she hoped he didn’t.

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For the second time that night, things seemed to occur strangely for Bobbi: she did something she’d never done before, she froze up completely at Clint’s words to her. Not just those, but also how harshly he was speaking to her. It took her back to when they’d fought numerous times before, both of them yelling at each other.

She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, no sound. She wasn’t sure she knew what to say or where to begin, much less how to process what he’d said to her. The fact that he thought she was accusing him of being a rapist, that she would ever compare him to Slade, felt worse than a punch to the stomach; it felt like he’d run her over with a bus.

The sound of the can slamming down on the table and him leaving the kitchen barely registered as she stood there, barely breathing, wondering what had happened and where she’d gone wrong. Her chest began to rise and fall rapidly as she began to silently cry, her shoulders shaking.

For her part, Natasha wasn’t surprised to hear and know that Bucky was nervous; hell, it helped to know that he was feeling the same way she was. Not that she wanted him to feel that way, but it was comforting knowing she wasn’t alone.

“We’ll have to talk to them and see, with no pressure from us. I don’t want you to want it just for me; I want you to want it for you, too. For both of us together, and for them. Because we could be doing this with say Steve and Sharon, and that would likely be a very different experience than this.

She smiled as she watched him shake his head like a dog, laughing as she got pelted with water droplets. “Mmhmm, let’s. I’m rather wrinkled,” she replied as she turned the shower off and handed him a towel, using the other one for herself to begin drying off.

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Bobbi’s brow furrowed as she observed him. Something about the way he was behaving made her uncomfortable, like he was going to behave in some way she already knew she wouldn’t like. She shoved that feeling down, hoping she was wrong. She nodded at his explanation, unable to stop the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Well, let’s get dried off, get dressed and we can keep conversation between us light for the rest of the night. Plus our groceries should be here by now so we have soup and grilled cheese to look forward to,” she said with a tiny smile.

She shook her head. “I get it, but let’s hold off on talking about that for now. We can sort that out later.”

Bobbi hummed softly at the kiss and began drying herself off. To find that Clint hadn’t gone to get dressed as they’d planned made her frown, that sickly feeling in her gut growing. She didn’t have to be able to read minds to know where he’d went. Bobbi wrapped and rolled her towel around herself before making her way out to the kitchen and finding him holding a beer. She knew he was upset from earlier, that was understandable. It was the fact that he hadn’t even stopped to get changed that concerned her, but she pushed that aside and took a deep breath.

“I’d really hoped I wouldn’t find you in here. Lost that bet with myself. Babe, I know that things aren’t great and that neither of us is in the happiest place right now. I’m not going to pretend to know why you have that in your hand, but I will say this: you have a couple of options. You can drink that and however many others, though I would you ask you kept it to just one and I’d prefer you didn’t drink it at all; it’s a not good way to handle things and it’s a horrible coping mechanism from when we weren’t together as well as your childhood. Your second option is that you can use me in whatever capacity you need and I won’t judge you, be it physically, emotionally or otherwise. We can sleep however you want tonight, just the two of us together or apart, or all four of us. Whatever will help you. I know I messed up by not telling you and I hurt you, but Lincoln Slade is not worth sinking into a bottle for. I’m definitely not worth that, not again,” she told him levelly, her voice wet sounding.

[agent19mockingbird]

She smiled softly, kissing him on the cheek. “You did call me that, but you’d also just been knocked unconscious right before that, so I didn’t think too much of it. I thought you were dreaming, and I guess I was right. I’m happy for that though, that your luck brought us together. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

🛌

Hawk woke up slowly, letting out a soft groan.

"Shit... I'm too old for all-nighters" He looked over at Bobbi, shocked that she was still in his bed. He had always assumed that if they ever got together, it would be a one-night stand kind of thing.

Her still being there was kind of... nice?

Yeah, it was nice.

But he was still too old for all-nighters.

If he had been ten years younger he could have gone all night, gotten an hour of sleep, and be ready for another couple of rounds.

Not now though. Now he just wanted to take a hot shower and slap an icy hot on his back.

"I'm too old for everything, shit" He grumbled to himself as he slowly rolled out of the bed, trying not disturb Bobbi.

[agent19mockingbird]

“Well, I’m not yet so far gone this round that the desire to be naughty has left me, though I’m sure you’ll do what you can to get me that way as quickly as possible,” she grinned, a thought occurring to her. “I don’t need to have extendable arms, you silly man. Not if I’m on your face and facing your cock while you eat me out. I’m surprised you didn’t think of that first.”

ABO Universe| Closed

@agent19mockingbird

Hawk dropped his bag off in his quarters with a sigh before immediately going off to the mess hall. It had been a long three months since he had last been on the base, and he was so ready for any cooking that wasn't in the form of a MRE.

Luckily, he had arrived at a time period in the day when they were very few people in the mess. He would be able to eat in relative peace, thank God.

It seemed like there were only a few others in the mess hall, taking a sniff, he recognized a few betas, and omega or two, and two alphas. One of the alphas he knew, Natasha who was (though she would never admit it) his best friend.

He quickly grabbed a tray and plopped down in front of her. "Long time no see, Red"

She shot him an unimpressed look. "I thought you two weren't allowed in the same room?"

Hawk shoved a fork full of food into his mouth, "Who two?"

"Nevermind. Close your mouth, heathen"

He gave her a wide grin, but kept shoveling food into his mouth. He was curious about who she meant though... Who was he not allowed to be in the room with? Nobody ever told him anything....

[agent19mockingbird]

“Mkay. Though I’m not sure why you need to be punished,” she replied, stealing a piece of chicken from his container and eating it.

😲

Hawk had had a long couple of weeks and needed some personal time for some... relaxation.

He hadn't taken the time to do much of anything besides lay on his bed and yank his pants down below his waist.

He was getting a good groove in when his door cracked open.

Disgruntled, he looked up to see who couldn't even bother to knock.

"If you aren't joining me, I'm gonna need you to wait 10 minutes"

[agent19mockingbird]

“Agreed. If they behaved themselves and didn’t force us into it, we wouldn’t have to descend into minor villainy from time to time,” she chuckled, kissing his forehead.

Bobbi listened to Steve deliver the message, letting out a sigh. “Dare we ask how it was that he managed to do such a thing? Please tell us that no one was foolish enough to let him be around fire unsupervised.”

👑-Royalty AU

“You know you’re not supposed to be in here without your lady chaperone, Your Highness… What would your mother say?”

[agent19mockingbird]

For her part, Natasha wasn’t surprised to hear and know that Bucky was nervous; hell, it helped to know that he was feeling the same way she was. Not that she wanted him to feel that way, but it was comforting knowing she wasn’t alone.

“We’ll have to talk to them and see, with no pressure from us. I don’t want you to want it just for me; I want you to want it for you, too. For both of us together, and for them. Because we could be doing this with say Steve and Sharon, and that would likely be a very different experience than this.

She smiled as she watched him shake his head like a dog, laughing as she got pelted with water droplets. “Mmhmm, let’s. I’m rather wrinkled,” she replied as she turned the shower off and handed him a towel, using the other one for herself to begin drying off.

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Bobbi’s brow furrowed as she observed him. Something about the way he was behaving made her uncomfortable, like he was going to behave in some way she already knew she wouldn’t like. She shoved that feeling down, hoping she was wrong. She nodded at his explanation, unable to stop the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Well, let’s get dried off, get dressed and we can keep conversation between us light for the rest of the night. Plus our groceries should be here by now so we have soup and grilled cheese to look forward to,” she said with a tiny smile.

She shook her head. “I get it, but let’s hold off on talking about that for now. We can sort that out later.”

Bobbi hummed softly at the kiss and began drying herself off. To find that Clint hadn’t gone to get dressed as they’d planned made her frown, that sickly feeling in her gut growing. She didn’t have to be able to read minds to know where he’d went. Bobbi wrapped and rolled her towel around herself before making her way out to the kitchen and finding him holding a beer. She knew he was upset from earlier, that was understandable. It was the fact that he hadn’t even stopped to get changed that concerned her, but she pushed that aside and took a deep breath.

“I’d really hoped I wouldn’t find you in here. Lost that bet with myself. Babe, I know that things aren’t great and that neither of us is in the happiest place right now. I’m not going to pretend to know why you have that in your hand, but I will say this: you have a couple of options. You can drink that and however many others, though I would you ask you kept it to just one and I’d prefer you didn’t drink it at all; it’s a not good way to handle things and it’s a horrible coping mechanism from when we weren’t together as well as your childhood. Your second option is that you can use me in whatever capacity you need and I won’t judge you, be it physically, emotionally or otherwise. We can sleep however you want tonight, just the two of us together or apart, or all four of us. Whatever will help you. I know I messed up by not telling you and I hurt you, but Lincoln Slade is not worth sinking into a bottle for. I’m definitely not worth that, not again,” she told him levelly, her voice wet sounding.

“Well, considering the response it usually gets me, which is you tapping out and me winning in two ways, you could say I like doing it,” Natasha smirked down at him with a wink. “And you won’t hear many complaints from me about that being your favorite place to stick your head.”

She nodded in agreement, understanding where he was coming from completely; among the list of reasons she’d been attracted to Clint initially was how hot he was. “I know what you mean. I’m nervous, too. I’ve certainly flirted with lots of women but I’ve never slept with any of them. I agree; I think making out first will help break the ice between all of us and is a good place to start.”

“Uh huh,” she replied with a teasing roll of her eyes. She tilted his head back gently and began running her fingers through his hair, making sure to get all the suds out. “I also think that if you’re nervous, and once we’ve made sure that Clint and Bobbi are okay, that you say something. They could also be nervous or scared or excited, just like we are.”

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Bobbi shook her head in agreement; the mission they were on was a big one and Fury had impressed its importance on them multiple times before they’d left and since. “I know, I get what you mean. I don’t want anyone to have to come in and replace us and I’m worried about that. But more importantly, I understand what you mean about trying to do that conversation here and your worries about it. What would help you relax that isn’t harmful to you or to anyone else? What can I do to help?” she asked softly.

She returned to washing her body as she watched him be silent for a long moment. She’d already pushed him to speak his mind once before and wasn’t going to do so again. Once he spoke, she frowned as she considered what he said. “That’s….hmm. I get why you might be feeling that way, and that’s understandable. Let’s table that discussion for now until it’s a better time for us to talk to Bucky and Nat about it. They should be included in it, you know? It’s only fair. And we can gauge where they’re at and how they feel about it happening or not too.”

“Mkay,” Bobbi nodded, nuzzling him for a moment. She finished washing her body and rinsed off, watching him with a smile as she waited. Once he was done, she reached out and grabbed their towels, handing one to him to use.

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“Well, considering the response it usually gets me, which is you tapping out and me winning in two ways, you could say I like doing it,” Natasha smirked down at him with a wink. “And you won’t hear many complaints from me about that being your favorite place to stick your head.”

She nodded in agreement, understanding where he was coming from completely; among the list of reasons she’d been attracted to Clint initially was how hot he was. “I know what you mean. I’m nervous, too. I’ve certainly flirted with lots of women but I’ve never slept with any of them. I agree; I think making out first will help break the ice between all of us and is a good place to start.”

“Uh huh,” she replied with a teasing roll of her eyes. She tilted his head back gently and began running her fingers through his hair, making sure to get all the suds out. “I also think that if you’re nervous, and once we’ve made sure that Clint and Bobbi are okay, that you say something. They could also be nervous or scared or excited, just like we are.”

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Bobbi shook her head in agreement; the mission they were on was a big one and Fury had impressed its importance on them multiple times before they’d left and since. “I know, I get what you mean. I don’t want anyone to have to come in and replace us and I’m worried about that. But more importantly, I understand what you mean about trying to do that conversation here and your worries about it. What would help you relax that isn’t harmful to you or to anyone else? What can I do to help?” she asked softly.

She returned to washing her body as she watched him be silent for a long moment. She’d already pushed him to speak his mind once before and wasn’t going to do so again. Once he spoke, she frowned as she considered what he said. “That’s….hmm. I get why you might be feeling that way, and that’s understandable. Let’s table that discussion for now until it’s a better time for us to talk to Bucky and Nat about it. They should be included in it, you know? It’s only fair. And we can gauge where they’re at and how they feel about it happening or not too.”

“Mkay,” Bobbi nodded, nuzzling him for a moment. She finished washing her body and rinsed off, watching him with a smile as she waited. Once he was done, she reached out and grabbed their towels, handing one to him to use.

The redhead snickered at his reply, knowing exactly what he was talking about. “I don’t know that I’d suggest calling him one to his face, at least not until you two know each other better in multiple ways, but Clint Barton is absolutely a little shit. You can say that about him to me. He’s my best friend and I call him that at least once a week. But yeah, I’m pretty sure he takes his shirt off on purpose to be distracting. I need to ask Bobbi how she manages to beat him at sparring, what her secret is. And yeah, sparring with him is something else. Though I will say, you’re my favorite sparring partner,” she winked.

She sucked in a breath when she felt his hands curl around her thighs, making her eye them. “I agree, which is why as much as I like where your hands are, I need you to move them lower, please. And as a reward, once we’ve finished here, checked on Clint and Bobbi, made sure they don’t need us, then we can have more fun if we still want to. Sound fair?”

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Bobbi made a face as she thought about it. “Maybe? I do feel like it’ll be nicer to do at home, in our own bed and our stuff. I just feel like we need to sort out our mess first before we try to bring in another couple. Bucky and Nat both have their own issues and shit that they’re dealing with; they don’t deserve to have to be in the middle of ours too. It’s not fair to them. You know?”

Bobbi smiled tiredly at him and nodded. “After we’ve gotten some sleep first, we should also talk more about us and make sure we’re on the same page there. Which might sound weird but I hope it makes sense.”

She leaned into him for a moment, playing with the ends of his hair as she felt relief: he still loved her and wasn’t leaving her. “Yes please, preferably before we get pruny. Need me to wash anything for you?”