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oh if you save an ask answer to drafts tumblr just deletes the whole thing now. great, thanks. Well, buttons_beads_lace https://tmblr.co/me9ZlgdZgii8ihxklnv94DQ (I think??????!!!) had written into the askmeme thing about Do Your Nefarious Worst https://archiveofourown.org/works/4851482, which is an MCU/comicsverse work that didn’t make it quite into either of my series, and so I had forgotten about it and had trouble finding it! I’m not fantastic at figuring out how to search things and I’ve got enough stuff on AO3 that just scrolling through is not perfectly useful.

Bucky still wasn’t saying anything. He’d put the guns back into their thigh holsters, but he still looked like a crazy person. “Um,” Clint said.

“If you tell me you had ‘em on the ropes I will probably punch you,” Bucky growled.

“Cool,” Clint said, “that wasn’t what I was going to say.”

Ha it was fun to reread this one. I’d really forgotten about it.

buttons_beads_lace https://tmblr.co/me9ZlgdZgii8ihxklnv94DQ‘s ask commented specifically on this passage, on Natasha’s analysis of the two men’s stances and what kind of character observation that was:

“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.” She stalked closer to him, poked him in the chest with her forefinger, hard. But the amount of pressure she could bring to bear with one finger wasn’t going to be enough to knock him off-balance. Clint stood unbalanced sometimes, but Bucky tended to plant himself foursquare wherever he was, and almost never had his weight on his heels. He wasn’t a scrambler, he was a much more deliberate fighter, though none the slower for it. Clint was nothing if not a scrambler, and almost never had both feet entirely on the ground. Except while he was aiming, and even then not all the time.

Bucky was watching her bemusedly, jaw still set stubbornly though his eyebrows had risen a little and gone more mobile. Clint, though. He was quick on the uptake when he cared to be, and he was eyeing her speculatively. He knew her body language very well now, after their years of working together. And she— well, she knew everything about him, including that his divorce had gone through and his thing with Jess was decidedly no longer a thing. He hadn’t seemed to feel himself bound by it, but Natasha had enough trouble making friends with women without sleeping with their boyfriends, so she’d avoided anything of that sort with Clint while it seemed like he and Jessica might have had a chance to make things work out.

Anyway the whole story was an excuse for a threesome and it took me a year to write. and I should fix some of the formatting. But I liked that one, it was fun, it had a lot of great Bucky and Clint in it and I liked them.

Both men stared mesmerized at her breasts, which amused her. “You’ve seen these,” she said. “Both of you.”

“That don’t mean I can’t be awestruck all over again,” Bucky said.

“Ooh,” Clint said, “good one.”

“If you two high-five,” Natasha said warningly, but didn’t continue, because actually that would be adorable as fuck.

“I uh,” Clint said, fidgeting a little, “I don’t actually, uh, know any threesome etiquette.”

“Try taking your pants off,” Bucky said.