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bomberqueen17:
Inspired by this post, over a year later I’m finally publishing this story. Do Your Nefarious Worst, featuring Bucky protective-instincting the hell out of Clint, and Natasha turning this to her advantage.
Natasha’s phone buzzed again. Steve, following up with, “Sometimes though when Bucky’s being a pain in the ass it’s so adorable I just want to fuck him silly,” and she bit her lip because well, it was kind of true.
She wrote back, “Both of them,” and looked up at them. Clint was watching her, doing the thing he did where he looked like he was a big stupid mutt but was actually analyzing probably fifteen things at once, none of which he’d be able to explain clearly how he knew. Bucky had settled into a patient glower that promised he could do this all night and never one time ease off his commitment to whatever course of action he’d initially decided on.
Well, he’d survived Steve Rogers somehow, and HYDRA after that, so he probably could do this all night.
“Ambitious,” Steve wrote back. “Go for it.”
“Is that a dare?” she texted him, nonchalantly tossing her hair back and climbing to her feet, stalking slowly down the steps.
Her phone buzzed again in her hand. “Good conversation, huh?” Bucky asked. She quirked an eyebrow at him, and read the text. It was Sam.
“Yes that’s a dare,” Sam wrote, and followed it immediately with “PICS OR IT DIDN’T HAPPEN.”
“I demand a forfeit in return,” she wrote back to Sam. “If I can do this I should be granted a boon.” But then she put her phone away and smiled savagely at Bucky.
“Yeah,” she said, “it kind of is, but not as good as this conversation could be.”
And oh I meant to thank everybody who read and commented on the preview Gdocs version of this, especially this-is-furious, who helped suggest a title!
bomberqueen17:
Inspired by this post, over a year later I’m finally publishing this story. Do Your Nefarious Worst, featuring Bucky protective-instincting the hell out of Clint, and Natasha turning this to her advantage.
Natasha’s phone buzzed again. Steve, following up with, “Sometimes though when Bucky’s being a pain in the ass it’s so adorable I just want to fuck him silly,” and she bit her lip because well, it was kind of true.
She wrote back, “Both of them,” and looked up at them. Clint was watching her, doing the thing he did where he looked like he was a big stupid mutt but was actually analyzing probably fifteen things at once, none of which he’d be able to explain clearly how he knew. Bucky had settled into a patient glower that promised he could do this all night and never one time ease off his commitment to whatever course of action he’d initially decided on.
Well, he’d survived Steve Rogers somehow, and HYDRA after that, so he probably could do this all night.
“Ambitious,” Steve wrote back. “Go for it.”
“Is that a dare?” she texted him, nonchalantly tossing her hair back and climbing to her feet, stalking slowly down the steps.
Her phone buzzed again in her hand. “Good conversation, huh?” Bucky asked. She quirked an eyebrow at him, and read the text. It was Sam.
“Yes that’s a dare,” Sam wrote, and followed it immediately with “PICS OR IT DIDN’T HAPPEN.”
“I demand a forfeit in return,” she wrote back to Sam. “If I can do this I should be granted a boon.” But then she put her phone away and smiled savagely at Bucky.
“Yeah,” she said, “it kind of is, but not as good as this conversation could be.”
And oh I meant to thank everybody who read and commented on the preview Gdocs version of this, especially this-is-furious, who helped suggest a title!
