Are You Two…?

Clint/Bucky/Skye

WinterSkyeHawk

So – since Bucky and Clint don't have a shared past like Bucky and Steve, I'm giving myself 3,000 words to write this chapter, 1,000 per pairing – that's Bucky/Clint, Bucky/Skye and Clint/Skye. Nice long story for you ;)

Clint

He really hadn't expected this when Steve recruited him to help hunt down the Winter Soldier, the shadowy assassin who probably had more kills to his name than Clint and Natasha put together. Not this lost, broken, confused man whose blue eyes looked as though they were gazing out from Hell itself.

Clint wasn't foolish enough to be unwary, though. He lowered the bow and put the arrow away, drew his sidearm and walked closer to the man lying in the alleyway. He wouldn't even be sure it was Barnes if not for the very distinctive metal arm, gleaming in the dull light.

"Hey," he said quietly. "We've been looking for you. Steve sent me to help."

Those blue, blue eyes flickered up to his, and to his immense surprise a small smile cracked the bearded face. "I'm very glad you found me," Barnes said in a weary voice. He reached up his human hand, clearly asking for a hand up.

Clint startled back, eyes widening. "Seriously?" he said questioningly.

"What're the odds someone else is gonna say those words to me?" In the tired smile, he could see the shadows of the very attractive man Bucky Barnes had once been, and something warm coiled in the pit of Clint's stomach. "Must say I never thought it'd be someone as good-lookin' as you, though."

"Thought you were one for the ladies," Clint finally leaned forward and gave Barnes his hand, yanking him to his feet. He was a heavy bastard, thickly muscled and that metal arm couldn't be light.

"I was. Didn't mean I didn't like guys, too."

"Huh. Me too. I got two soulmarks. You?"

"Yeah." Bucky leaned on his shoulder wearily. They were almost the same height, Bucky maybe an inch or two taller. Clint put away his gun and wrapped his arm around Bucky's back, supporting him. "Maybe we'll get lucky and our third's a girl, hmm?"

"That'd be nice." Clint glanced at Bucky's bearded jaw. "But I reckon you'll do me until we find her. I ain't kissing you until you've cleaned up a bit, though."

"Fair enough." Bucky actually grinned. "Just get me to a shower, handsome."

Clint's arm tightened around his exhausted soulmate as he helped him to the car. "Gonna take care of you, Bucky Barnes. Always."

Steve was shocked – and delighted – when Clint and Bucky appeared at the Tower clinging to each other. He quickly took in Clint's gabbled explanation and fended off Tony and Natasha, convinced Bucky to let Bruce quickly check him over for major injuries, and then let Clint take him to his apartment once Bruce cleared him.

"Can your arm get wet?" Clint asked, helping Bucky over to the shower.

"Yeah, it's fine." Bucky struggled to take his clothes off, so Clint helped.

His clothes were little more than rags, so as they removed them Clint just dumped them straight in the garbage. They were close enough in size Bucky would be able to wear his clothes. Clint stripped down to his shorts, fearing Bucky would fall in the shower, and went in with him. Bucky probably needed sleep, and food, but he was utterly rank. Clint wasn't having that smell in his apartment.

"Would you shave me?" Bucky asked, to his surprise, when Clint finally had him clean and the shower switched off.

"Let's feed you first."

"I want to kiss you, though."

"Oh…" Clint stared into those amazingly blue eyes, and then Bucky's hands, one warm flesh and one cool metal, closed gently on his arms, pulling him closer. "The shave could wait," a small smile quirked Clint's lips, and he leaned in.

It was a tender, heated kiss, and to Clint's astonishment he felt Bucky's arousal jump against his stomach. "You can't possibly be in any condition for that!"

"You wait seventy years and see how much you want it," Bucky said with an exhausted laugh, "but you're right."

Clint made him wait a couple more days, until he'd been properly fed, rested, had a thorough medical examination from Bruce, and Tony had checked over his arm for any booby traps, trackers or damage. Tony wanted to remove the arm for testing and upgrading but Clint threatened to booby trap his armour if he did and Tony reluctantly gave in. For now.

"Now I'll shave you," Clint told Bucky as they headed back to his apartment. Bucky gave him a lecherous grin.

"I hope that's a euphemism for something else."

"Shave first!" Clint laughed, "something else later!"

Bucky

He really couldn't believe his luck. What were the odds that, at his lowest ebb, at the point where he'd really thought he might die there on the alley floor because he just didn't have the strength to get up, a handsome, muscled blond archer would detach himself from the shadows and turn out to be his soulmate?

Bucky lay and gazed at Clint, sleeping peacefully beside him. The archer had his own dark past, they'd talked enough over the last few days for Bucky to realise that, but he was fundamentally a good man, one who could show Bucky the way back to the light. And in this place, with old and trusted friends close by, for the first time in a very long time, Bucky felt safe. He rolled to his side, put his arm over Clint's waist, and closed his eyes.

Of course, Bucky couldn't hide in the Tower forever. Natasha came to visit a couple of days later – at least the others had the courtesy to leave him and Clint alone that long – and told him apologetically that someone called Coulson was running S.H.I.E.L.D. these days and would really very much like to talk to him about what he knew of HYDRA's plans, bases and past missions he'd been on.

"Who's this Coulson?" Bucky looked at Clint.

"Used to be, the only two people in the world I trusted were him and Nat," Clint shrugged, which did very interesting things to his shoulders and made Bucky stare. Clint caught him looking and grinned. "He faked his own death and went underground for a while, but after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell there weren't many allies he could trust, so he reached out to the Avengers. He's a good guy, Buck. You can trust him. And I'll be there with you."

"Where's there?"

"They have a secret base somewhere," Clint shrugged. "Coulson's gonna send someone to pick us up."

Someone turned out to be an agent Clint knew, a petite Asian woman he introduced as Agent May. She came in a quinjet, invisibly landing on the roof of the Tower. She declined to let Clint sit in the front with her as they still weren't allowed to know where they were going, and looked surprised when he shrugged equably and sat down beside Bucky in the back instead, taking his hand and holding it.

"Agent May might not look like much," Clint said quietly into Bucky's ear over the low roar of the engines, "but she's as good a fighter as Natasha. They call her the Cavalry – though not to her face."

Bucky nodded in understanding, and squeezed Clint's hand, grateful for the tip. Clint had filled him in on Coulson too 'innocuous-looking, could kill you with his pinky' and two other people he knew for sure were on the team 'Morse, bloody dangerous woman, I'm not letting her talk to you' and Morse's ex-husband Hunter 'former elite soldier, Brit, lethal bastard'.

It was Hunter who met them when the quinjet landed. He and Clint greeted each other coolly. Hunter asked Clint to hand over his weapons. Clint told him to fuck off. Hunter nodded as though he'd expected nothing less, exchanged glances with May, and led Clint and Bucky inside.

"No," Clint said as he saw they were being led to some kind of interrogation room. "Not here. Coulson's office or nowhere. We're here as a gesture of goodwill, we don't have to be here."

"He's dangerous," Hunter gestured at Bucky.

"So am I," Clint responded calmly. "Start something here and you'll be lucky to have a base when Buck and I are finished with it."

Hunter and May exchanged glances again, and a soft voice came from behind Bucky's shoulder, making him whirl around defensively because he hadn't heard anyone approach. A smallish woman – a girl really, she couldn't be more than twenty-five or so – had come to stand in an open office doorway.

"Give it up, guys, Coulson predicted exactly how he'd react." She smiled up at Bucky, and he smiled back in appreciation, because she was damned pretty, with soft-looking, long dark hair, and eyes so dark they were almost black, an exotic tilt to them. "This way, please." She gestured him into the office.

Bucky blinked. Couldn't be. He exchanged a look with Clint, who was still facing May and Hunter, but snapped his head round in surprise at those words. He'd seen the words on Bucky's scarred back, entwined with his own.

"Certainly, ma'am," his manners won out, and he inclined his head to the girl, watching intently for her reaction. Those very dark eyes widened slightly and her lips parted. Behind him, Bucky heard Clint take a deep breath, and nudged him.

"Say somethin' to her!" Bucky hissed.

Clint appeared to have lost his voice entirely, just stared down at the girl with his eyes wide, May and Hunter forgotten.

"Cat got your tongue?" the girl arched a dark eyebrow sardonically.

"Just struck dumb by your beauty," Clint managed to get out finally.

Skye

No. Way.

Skye stared up at the two gorgeous men before her, one blond, one dark, both utterly beautiful in their own way. Two pairs of blue eyes stared back.

Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. And Hawkeye. My soulmates? That is surely not possible.

"Are you two…?" a wavering finger pointed from one to the other of them.

"Yup," it was Barnes who answered, Hawkeye appearing to have swallowed his tongue again, though his eyes devoured her ravenously. "And you too, apparently."

"I think I need to sit down," Skye said a bit weakly. Four strong hands, three human and one metal, grabbed her as she sagged, and then the two of them steered her back into Coulson's office and into a chair, before the startled eyes of Phil, who was sitting behind his desk waiting for them.

"What the fuck?" Hunter barged in behind them. "Let go of her right now!"

Clint found his voice, whipping round to face down the Brit. "She's our soulmate, don't you come one step closer!" His hand dropped to the gun at his hip, Hunter mirrored him, and things might have gotten ugly if Phil hadn't spoken.

"Stand down. Hunter, May, get out. Skye, are you all right?"

"Yes," she managed to gasp out. Bucky was leaning over her, his hands on her shoulders, blue eyes gazing at her in concern. He looked just like the old photos from the war, except his hair was longer, brushing his chiselled jawline.

"Skye, is that your name?" he knelt down in front of her chair, trying to make himself seem less intimidating, putting himself at her eye level. "That's so pretty."

"Skye?" Coulson rose and came around his desk, hands spread unthreateningly, watching Clint who still seemed twitchy. "Stand down, Barton, I just want to make sure she's all right and then I'll leave the three of you alone to talk for a little while, if she's all right with it."

Clint's hand hovered over his gun for a moment longer, and then he folded his arms. Which did very wonderful things for his biceps, making Skye stare. Hawkeye did seem to be allergic to sleeves; he'd had his arms bare in every image she'd ever seen of him. She was very far from objecting.

"I'm fine, AC," she reassured Phil. "Just – surprised."

Phil's mouth twitched. "I can see how you might be a little shocked right now, yes. Would you like me to leave the three of you alone for a little while? I still need to talk to Barnes, but it could wait."

Clint and Bucky both looked at Skye, obviously awaiting her decision, and she felt a heady rush of power. "Yes, please," she told Phil. "I'll – we'll open the door when we're ready."

Phil gave her a grin and a wink as he left, closing the door firmly behind him, and she heard him telling May and Hunter off in the corridor for eavesdropping. Their voices faded away, though she noticed Bucky seemed to listen for longer than she did. Of course, there was the rumour that he'd been serum-enhanced, he probably had super-hearing.

"So," she stared from the still-kneeling Bucky, up at Clint. "You two. How long have you been together?"

"Five days," Clint answered. "Found him half-dead in an alleyway in Pittsburgh, of all places."

"He doesn't look like he was half-dead five days ago," Skye ran her eyes over Bucky, the way he filled out his tight black T-shirt. It was certainly no hardship to look at him.

"Super-healing," Bucky said with a slightly bashful shrug. "The serum they gave me isn't as effective as Erskine's formula, but it did work pretty good."

Just another thing to process in a morning full of shocks. Skye looked up at Clint, his arms still folded. Mmm. Biceps. "And are you super, too?"

"Only as a marksman," he said with a slightly arrogant tilt of his head. Skye found herself smiling, and then Clint went down to one knee too, putting himself at her eye level, reaching for her hand.

"Are you okay with this, sugar? We – well, we certainly didn't expect to find you so soon. Buck and I are still finding our way with each other."

"Oh," Skye pulled back slightly.

"You just made her feel unwelcome, you jackass!" Bucky elbowed Clint. "Don't you think that, Skye," he told her. "What Hawkass here meant," he elbowed Clint again, "is that we are really glad to have found you, but we ain't gonna rush you into anything you're not ready for."

Skye looked from one to the other of them. It had been a shock, sure, but she was beginning to think that she really might just be the luckiest girl in the world. Clint was nodding sheepishly, obviously agreeing with Bucky's words, a slight flush staining his cheeks. They really were both ridiculously gorgeous. And all hers.

She pulled her hand from Clint's, reached up to touch his cheek. Ran the fingers of her other hand into Bucky's silky dark hair. "Maybe I wouldn't mind if you rushed me a little bit." Or a lot.

They both leaned in towards her, glanced at each other.

"You first," Clint said, "been a long time since you kissed a girl."

"Jerk," Bucky grinned and nudged Clint again, but he leaned in anyway. His lips were pink and looked surprisingly full and soft in his hard, chiselled face. Skye leaned forward and met his mouth eagerly.

He kissed well, but gently, tentatively, as though seeking not to alarm her. Skye tightened her fingers in his hair and deepened the kiss, and Bucky responded more than enthusiastically, his arm sliding around her waist and pulling her closer. Only Clint's sharply indrawn breath stopped them.

"Fucking hell, you two are hot together," Clint's eyes were almost falling out of his head, his pupils blown right out with lust. "I could watch that all day."

"Why watch when you should be joining in?" Skye curled her hand around the back of his neck and pulled gently. He responded more than eagerly, reaching for her mouth in a kiss that was fierce with hunger right from the start and left Skye weak-kneed and wanting by the time he finally released her.

Bucky and Clint had one arm around each other, she saw, shoulders pressed together even as they both held onto her, half-pulled out of her chair and pressed in between them. Skye had never wished for the presence of a bed so much in her life, but Coulson really would kill all three of them if they started getting down and dirty in his office.

"Mine," Clint said in a voice low and ragged with need. "Mine." His arms tightened around them both.

"Mine," Bucky echoed.

"Mine," Skye completed their little circle, smiling at her soulmates. And then she leaned back, placed a hand on each broad chest and pushed lightly. "Now go let Coulson in. The sooner Bucky talks to him, the sooner we can go find somewhere more comfortable to be alone together, hmm?"

Clint moved so fast she barely saw him go, bolting to the door and opening it, yelling for Coulson. Bucky stood, grinning, and offered Skye his hand to help her up. She took it, smiling up at him.

"Will you stay with us?" Bucky asked, and in his voice she heard not just the question of would she stay while he talked to Coulson.

"Always," she promised, leaning her head against his chest for a moment, feeling his other hand – the metal one – come up to caress her hair gently. "Just try getting rid of me!"

Now for the smutty sequel, please go to the next chapter…